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MICAH
My dick stretchesout the material of my jeans as I battle tongues with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
Even with my eyes closed, I can still see those golden brown eyes that almost looked unnatural. The soft ambers with specks of dark browns stuck in them, and that sexy little tilt of her lips when she bashfully glanced over at me from across the bar tonight.
Her tight little body was irreproachable compared to anyone else’s. A fucking dime surrounded by a bunch of commons, as asshole as that sounds. I couldn’t wait to go talk to her after finishing up my pool game with my boys when she surprised me by approaching me first.
And I haven’t allowed her out of my sight yet.
Nor my grasp.
In the backseat of my pickup truck, we’re making out like horny teenagers in the back of the parking lot lined with trees.
She’s repeated to me over and over again that she doesn’t do this. That she’s never done it before—even in high school—and I can’t even fathom the thought that no man has ever wanted to take her somewhere so he could get her straddling his cock and to sample her soft lips like I am now.
“Take my dick out, Sienna, so I can finally show you what I was talking about inside.”
She immediately follows my order while not breaking free from my lips, fumbling at the button while I retrieve a foil packet from my wallet and prep myself for round one of many tonight.
I like the way she smells like coconut and something floral. I love her weight on me, and how she kept eye contact with me earlier, even though she blushed as I said some shit that was probably crossing a line.
I wanted her—simple as that.
And when I sandwiched her in between me and the edge of the pool table earlier to see if she’d let me kiss her or not, she did.
And here we are.
My hands haven’t left her body. Each stroke of her soft curves under my fingertips and palm sends a whole new wave of carnal lust spiking through my veins.
She may have never done this before, but I have, and it’s been years. I don’t know if it’s all the pent-up tension that’s built over time or some sort of invisible tether that’s gripped onto me since I saw her, but it’s undeniable.
Especially in this tight black dress that hugs every arch and bend of her anatomy, that’s now being crumpled by Sienna’s fingers and pulled over her ass.
I can’t help but stroke it, my palms kneading the luscious globes because, fuck me, her ass is perfection at its finest.
“Goddamn, Sienna…you’re so fucking sexy.”
Her arms wrap around my neck as she hoists herself up. “You’re not so bad yourself, Micah.”
That fucking voice is nirvana. Sweet with a slight undertone of baritone lying underneath it. Particularly when she laughs and lifts her chin a bit, showing off the delicate column of her throat.
The tip of my nose traces the fine outline of her jaw, inhaling her scent again because I’d voluntarily die in the shit. “How much time do you have?”
“How much do you need?”
I chase her lips, wrangling my tongue with hers when she decides to make good on my willingness to pass on a happy man. The slick glaze of her wet cunt glides across the tip of my aching cock, forming a mindless groan to brush against her lips as she subconsciously teases me. “I don’t think once is gonna be enough.”
Sienna must not think so either because she answers me by sinking onto my throbbing cock, squeezing the fucking easy and mellowed persona from my chest, and causing my skull to hit the back of my seat.
There won’t be going back after this. No woman should feel this good. The liquor that I drank in loads tonight creates more of a charge to run through my frame as she rolls her sinful hips.
Every touch amplified.
The way she draws me in combusts through my regular breathing and manifests in shallow pants to mix with hers.
But it doesn’t blur out the unblemished features of her face in my mind now or before. My intake of booze doesn’t slice through the frenzied enthusiasm that my mind and body wanted to take on tonight.
