I’m past the point of no return.
I have all this pent-up sexual tension from the last few weeks, and he’s the only one who can relieve it for me.
"I don’t have a condom. I didn’t expect any of this. I didn’t come prepared," he says, panic filled gaze. We both pause, panting, as he dips his head to rest on my shoulder.
"I’m on the pill and I’ve always used protection," I say, reassuring both of us.
"I’m clean, too," he promises. "I’ve never not used a condom. And I get checked regularly."
And with those words, my mouth is on his, my hands at the button of his jeans. Wildly trying to break free what’s hiding behind it; what I’ve been longing for.
Staring at his cock as it springs free, my whole body tenses at the reality of what’s about to happen.
He’s a lot bigger than I’m used to, and it terrifies and excites me all at once.
"We’ll go slow." He chuckles, detecting my sudden fear.
"Okay. Slow." Nodding, he positions himself on top of me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock while kissing me softly. My body whimpers underneath him at the sensation.
"Please," I beg, unable to control myself any longer. My hunger for this man is something I never knew I could feel, and I’m growing more impatient as each second passes.
"I need to feel you." As soon as the words leave my mouth, he slides his cock inside me with one smooth movement, catching me off guard. Stealing the air from my lungs, my nails digging into his back.
"Are you okay?" he asks, steadying his body over mine, cock buried comfortably inside of me.
Relaxing my body into his, his slow thrusts grow deeper and deeper, turning the pain to pleasure. Moaning, my back arches against the ground beneath us, curving into his body as his hands trace my skin.
Landing on my sweet spot, his thumb moves in circular motions on my clit and if I was standing up, my knees would have buckled beneath me. I’ve never had pleasure cover every inch of my body, never felt the way he makes me feel.
Nothing’s ever come close.
"You feel so good," he groans into my ear before taking my mouth with his, kissing me in ways I could only ever dream about. "Come for me," he commands, thrusting harder and harder, burying himself deeper and deeper.
As if it’s that easy, my body gives in as he fucks me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside of me.
His heavy body collapses on top of mine, kissing me one last time before he lays next to me. Steadying his breathing, he takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.
Content.
That’s what I feel at this very moment with a naked Harley Wingrove laying to the left of me.
But as I turn to look at him, I notice his signature cheeky, devilish grin, and I know this night is far from over.
twenty-six
Harley
Swinging my front dooropen, we storm inside my apartment as one, Cassandra’s legs remaining firmly locked around my waist. Exactly where they have been from the moment we stepped out of my car and into the building elevator.
All while her mouth covered mine.
I never liked to kiss women for long because I never wanted them to get the wrong idea, but fuck, I never wanted to stop kissing her. I wanted every single idea of the possibility of us to be floating around in her head.
Being over six feet, my strides are long, so we made it to my front door in record time, but it felt like a God damn eternity. I told her I wanted to take my time with her earlier tonight, but she wouldn’t let me. She wanted me to fuck her hard and fast because she wanted to feel me inside her.
So I did exactly what she asked.
Who am I to deny her?
