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Said knees almost buckle at his words, the tone of his voice, the pure sex that drips off of him. I love it when he’s demanding like this. Telling me what to do, when to do it. It drives me insane.

I keep my eyes locked on his as I lower to my knees in front him. I grasp his hard cock in my hand, pumping it slowly while peering up at him through my lashes. “You look so beautiful down there.”

I stick my tongue out, licking up his length before swirling it around the tip. I hum in approval when the salty taste of his precum hits my tastebuds.

Conor groans from my light touch as I gently suck him into my mouth. One of his hands is on the wall to steady himself, the other wrapped in my hair, just the way I like it. I like it when he feels like he’s in control, but we both know it’s all me.

I take him deep into the back of my throat, gagging at the delicious intrusion. “Fuck, Sash.” He moans, tipping his head back. “You like my cock in your mouth?” I hum around him again, the vibration making him twitch. I bob my head, my mouth gliding up and down his hardness, my tongue swirling around his tip when I reach the top.

There’s something so mesmerizing about watching a man like this, knowing that you’re the one making him feel like this.

“I need to be inside of you now.” Conor says in a husky voice. The advantages of being a small woman having sex with a huge, muscular man, is that he can throw me around like a ragdoll. In one swift move, Conor hoists me up by the arms, grabbing the backs of my thighs and lifting me while slamming his mouth back onto mine.

A shiver runs down my spine as he backs me up against the shower wall again, his hard cock already aligned perfectly with my wet entrance. He lowers me down onto him slowly, both of us gasping in unison when I’m fully seated on him. “You’re always so fucking tight.” I moan against his neck, my pussy clenched around him. “You squeeze me so good.”

“Stop talking and fuck me already.” I demand and he chuckles, lifting me again and slamming me down onto him. “Fuck, Conor. Do it again.”

“Maybe I won’t do it at all if you’re gonna be a brat about it.” Ahh, new kink unlocked.

I would love nothing more than to explore this side of us but right now I just need him to move. I look up at him through my lashes, pleading with him, “I’m sorry, baby.” I tell him in my most seductive voice, “Please fuck me.”

“I would never say no to you.” Conor mouth crashes against mine again, the kisses becoming sloppy and messy as he lifts me and slams me back down onto him repeatedly. He pins me to the wall with his hips, one hand resting against it, the other grabbing my breast.

“Oh God.” I moan as he hits that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.

“Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yesss.” I can feel it getting closer, tightness pooling low in my stomach, my spine tingling. “Come in my pussy, Conor.” He slams into me once, twice, three times and then he’s spilling everything he’s got inside me while my walls contract around his cock.

“Fuck, Angel.” Conor rests his head against the shower wall beside my own, both of us a mix of sweat and heavy breathing. “You good?”

“I’m better than good.”

Conor lowers me back onto the wet floor, the now cold water pounding down onto my back, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

“I’ll let you get washed.” Conor says, giving me one last kiss before grabbing a towel and stepping out of the shower. “You stink.”

I laugh as he walks out of the bathroom. It’s such an unusual feeling, being with a man who makes you laugh, treats you like a princess and can make you feel that good during sex. Conor is the whole package and someday, he’s gonna make some woman very happy. It just kills me that that woman isn’t gonna be me.

29

Conor

“I am so sorry I’m late.” Sasha says as she bursts through my apartment door. She’s carrying enough bags to survive a weekend in the wilderness. “There was a huge meeting at work and even though I wasn’t allowed to step foot in the room because I ‘wasn’t dressed pretty enough’, I still couldn’t leave the office.” Our costumes hang from one arm, still in their protective bags, her giant makeup bag hooked in the other, along with other bags with who knows what in them.

I hurry over and take the load from her. “Sash, you really need to quit that job. They can’t treat you like that.”

She lets out a heavy breath, shaking out her arms that are now free. “I will. Just not right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t afford to right now and until this writing thing takes off or I find somewhere to work that my dignity will stay intact, I have to stay.”

Sasha and I have argued over this countless times and as I’ve said before, this woman is stubborn as hell. She has been treated like shit since she started this job and honestly, I applaud her for being responsible enough to wait until she finds something else, but at the same time, she can’t continue to get beat down like that. Sasha is the most patient person I have ever met and I really admire her for that, but everyone cracks eventually. I would love to go in there and tell every one of those suited-up assholes exactly what I think of them.

Changing the subject I ask, “Can I see my costume now?”

There’s a delighted twinkle in her eye, her smile so wide making my knees feel weak. “You are gonna die when you see it!” The Halloween party at the stadium is tonight and Sasha and I are doing a couples costume. She says she has the perfect costumes, but wouldn’t tell me what they were until today. I hated the idea since she will most likely have me in a dress, but I can’t say no to the woman. It’s a weakness. “Can you guess what it is before I show you?” She’s practically vibrating with excitement.