I let the blanket fall away, baring every inch of my naked skin to the cool air. His eyes widened when I spread my legs, offering him a full view of how ready I was.
“Yes, I need…” I trailed off, licking my lips. “I have a few needs that need taking care of. Right. Now. And I think the sight of my pussy soaked for you is all the motivation you need to cancel.”
His fingers froze on his tie and his blue eyes darkened as they raked over my breasts, my waist and the wet slick already coating my inner thighs. My breathing got heavier when I watched the thick ridge of his cock swell against his slacks.
I was glad that I was slowly becoming confident in my skin. Mostly because Derek would get hard in a few seconds seeing me in my birthday suit.
He walked over to the bed, his tie hanging loose, and claimed my lips in a heated kiss. “You’re a gorgeous fucking distraction,” he growled against my lips, his mouth punishing mine. I arched into the kiss, humming when he nipped my bottom lip. “Maybe I’ll push the meeting.”
“Yeah?” I asked, breathless.
He nodded, his eyes hooded with lust. My hands went straight for his belt, lowering down the zipper. I slipped my hand in and curled my fingers around his straining length as a rough growl elicited from his throat. I kissed him through the thin cotton of his boxers, tasting the wet spot where pre-cum had already soaked through.
Derek groaned, his hips jerking.
“Paige, fuck,” he panted, looking down at me, his eyes full of adoration and pleasure.
He cupped my cheek when I peeled the waistband down, and his cock sprang free. It was thick and flushed with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I licked it off slowly, swirling my tongue around the head while he cursed.
Then I took him deeper with my cheeks hollowing. I moaned, feeling him stretch my lips as my hand continued stroking the base. I worked him with a frantic, desperate rhythm, my tongue circling around the veins. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as rough praises spilled past his lips.
“Fuck, Paige. I love the way you use your greedy mouth,” he gasped, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “Just like that… swallow every inch—fuck. I’m gonna come down your pretty throat if you keep?—”
He hauled me up suddenly and spun me, bending me over the edge of the bed. I gasped as my cheek pressed into the sheets that still smelled like us from last night.
Cool air kissed my soaked folds a second before his clothed hips slammed against my bare ass. I whimpered with need when I felt the hot weight of his cock pressing between my cheeks, ready to fuck me. I loved that he didn’t bother undressing and just drove into me in one brutal thrust.
I cried out at the stretch, the delicious burn of him sliding into me without prepping me with his fingers or mouth. But it felt so good and so filthy since he was fully dressed while I was completely naked.
His shirt brushed my back with every snap of his hips, his belt buckle cold against my skin. One big hand pinned my wrists above my head, while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise.
Derek was feral and nothing like the sweet man who had wished me good morning moments ago.
“So. Fucking. Wet. For. Me,” he rasped, pounding deeper while enunciating each word, his hot breath brushing against my ear. “This cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it? Greedy little thing, sucking me in. Tell me you love it, Paige. Tell me this is where you belong!”
“Yes, fuck, I love it!” I cried out, the intensity of the rough angle overwhelming me. “Harder, Derek. Fuck me harder. I’m?—”
He obliged. His thrusts were deep, claiming me completely with every slick, wet sound. The room filled with wet slaps, my broken moans and his filthy dirty talk. I came first, clenching around him so violently he growled. He filled me up to the hilt, and came, spilling inside me.
I heard him moan my name before he collapsed against my back, his hips pinning me to the mattress.
Shit. That was hot.
We stayed like that, trembling, until the last spasm faded. He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty, and pressed a tender kiss between my shoulder blades before tucking himself away like nothing had happened.
He flopped me onto the pillows, where I felt boneless and sated. For now.
Why am I so horny lately?
I always loved sex with Derek, but in the last month I felt insatiable. It was a constant, demanding itch only he could scratch, and I already wanted his weight pinning me to the bed and filling me up again.
“Maybe I should just retire,” he said, nuzzling my neck and kissing my pulse. “Stay here and keep you a satisfied, screaming mess all day.”
I hummed, threading fingers through his hair. “Then we would have sex twenty-four-seven.”
“Stop saying things that make me hard again,” he groaned and nipped my cheek. “You’re going to make me late.”
I giggled.
