A small smile curves her lips like she knows something I don’t. It slips quickly, morphing into a satisfiedo.She lifts her hand, tapping the side of her head.
“I can’t remember names.”
I slide my hands a little lower, filling my hands with the soft flesh of her ass and guide her moves. A little faster, a bit more pressure because she’s close.
This image—Hailey in my t-shirt, grinding over me—will forever remain carved into my brain. The way her back arches and her fingers dig into her thighs. Pink cheeks, the tendons pulsing along her neck, the sweat beading at her hairline.
Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
She makes a little whimpering noise at the back of her throat that almost sends me spiraling.
I want her moans in my mouth. I want to drink every whimper and gasp while our tongues mingle. I want her pouty lower lip between my teeth. I want her under me, those big eyes staring up, her thighs cinching my waist.
It takes every ounce of control buried deep within my bones not to take what I want. What Ineed.
I picture my hands ripping the t-shirt off her, fingers toying with her nipples. I picture biting her neck and thrusting my hips to help her get off. I see my arms wrapping around her back,holding her close, molded into my chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. Skin on skin. Trapped.
No space between us.
But the reality, as torturous as it is, isn’t worse. It’s fucking amazing. Her sweet, hot pussy sweeps my cock with more and more purpose. My boxers are soaked where she makes contact using the stiff length to her own advantage.
And boy, do I fucking let her.
“Hailey,” I coax. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
She shudders, upping the tempo. Faster, harder. Another moan fills the room. Louder, shorter. Just like every breath she swallows... She’s close. So fucking close I almost taste it.
Thatalmostis agony. I want her orgasm bursting onto my tongue, my fingers, my cock.
What is she doing to me?
I never care about the women I fuck. My needs are the only goal, but right now I want nothing more than her orgasm.
“That’s it. You’re almost there and I. Want. To.Watch.”
I fucked my hand thinking about her for weeks, but not one scenario I’ve conjured rivals the raw intensity of this moment. If I had one wish, I wouldn’t wish for money or power. I wouldn’t wish to find out where the evidence is or what information Rhett’s hiding.
Because heishiding something from me.
I’d wish for Hailey to be sober. Sober, willing and as pliant as she is now, her soft gasps hitting my ears like staccato.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “You’ll come for me in three...” She angles her hips, searching for more friction. “Two...” I sink my fingers into her hip bones, helping her work faster. “One.” And just this once, I thrust up, too weak to resist the temptation of sending her over the edge. “Now, Hailey. Let go.”
She stills for one second, and then her whole body shakes on top of mine, her moans so loud I cover her mouth with one hand, the other still guiding her moves.
“Ohyes, right there,” she mewls, throwing her head back at last, both hands kneading her breasts through the black tee.
Laying still instead of pinning her down is unbearable. I want to dip two fingers inside her and feel her pussy clench. I want to make her come again, and again...
“That’s it, that’s it, Hailey. That’s a good girl. Don’t stop. Not yet. Keep working.”
If I could, if she was sober, I’d have her on her back, screaming into my hand again within seconds. I’d dive between her thighs and feast until dawn.
Her orgasm perfumes the air, driving me incoherent with need. I’m not far off exploding in my boxers like a pre-ejaculating teen without a shred of control.
“Gorgeous,” I say, taking my hand from her mouth. “Fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I grip her waist, push her back a little, then pull her down until she lays on my chest, a content sigh hitting my ears. The need to close her lips with mine almost tears me a new one, but like everything else, it’ll have to wait until she’s sober.
