The turmoil inside me is a clear indication that even once is too much. Too bad there’s no way can I stop.
“Just once,” she agrees.
She’s so close that every fiber in me is aware of her proximity. Of her plump lips ready for a kiss.
No. No kissing.
A taste of her would be the final nail in my coffin. Eliminating the temptation, I spin her again, pressing my hand between her shoulder blades.
“On your toes. Cheek on the counter.” I don’t give her time to obey, forcing her down. My other hand slips under her dress.
She’s soaked, the evidence of her arousal sticky on her thighs, the scrap of lace drenched. Her moan hits my ears when I circle her entrance with my thumb.
“Who are you this wet for?” I grit out, yanking her thong halfway down. “That blond fucker?”
“You,” she moans, her fingers twitching on the counter.
“Good answer.” She’s so delicate, despite the cold-bitch aura, and I want her so fucking desperately I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. “How long since this pussy was railed?”
“You want to know when I last had sex?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.” Moving my hand to her hip, I spread her open. “How long?”
“Eight months,” she admits.
“That’s not good. I won’t be gentle, Bianca.”
“I told you, I don’t want gentle.”
I unzip my pants, pull my cock out and roll Bianca’s skirt over her bare ass. “You’ll be sore tomorrow. Birth control?”
“Yes. IUD.”
Her pussy glistens, all pink, wet, and swollen. I’m dying to take a knee and feast. I’m dying to haul her into my arms, carry her into my bedroom, and make her scream all night.
Why the hell have I agreed to this? Why did I insist on a one-time deal? It won’t be enough. A quick, hard fuck in the kitchen will only fuel my craving.
It’s too late to reconsider. Too late to weigh the pros and cons. If I don’t seat my cock deep inside her in the next ten seconds, I’ll end up certifiable.
She wants a wild ride? Fuckingfine. I’ll fuck her through the wall if only to punish her for the mayhem she ignites within me.
I swipe two fingers between her pussy lips, groaning at the warm, wet softness. “Fuck, Winter...”
“Yes, fuck Winter.” The challenging note in her voice makes my cock so hard it’s painful. I’m gone.Done.
I grip my shaft, press the head against her slit, and in one thrust, I’m balls-deep. Bianca lets out a half-moan, half-yelp, her fingers digging into the counter.
“So tight,” I grit out, staring at the point where we’re joined.
“Freefalling” by Facading comes on, a much better soundtrack for what will happen here.
She rises on her tiptoes as I pull out, one hand on her hip, the other on her head, holding her cheek to the cold marble.
I let the greedy beast breathing fire in my head take the reins, compelling me to piston in and out of Bianca to unload its anger.
“This what you wanted?” I ask, basking in her moans. She gasps every time I force my way inside.
Every gasp, every shaky inhale, every sound she makes and everyclapof our flesh sends shivers down my spine. I watch my cock slide in and out, fingers sinking into her hips.
