Page 6 of Accidentally in Love

“Why?”

“Because I’m so ready for you, they were already soaked.”

I bent my head down to capture her lips, and I grabbed onto the luscious flesh of her ass—her perfectly round ass. Fuck that guy who said she needed to lose weight. I wanted all that delicious weight on top of me, underneath me, and on display while I took her from behind. My big hand hovered on her mound while we kissed.

“Please, Nolan…” she begged.

Fuck, I loved when she begged for it. I kissed her neck. “Are you sure you want to have sex tonight?”

She groaned in annoyance and pushed my hand against her pussy. I felt her slick arousal on my finger as I lightly grazed across her slit. “Does that answer your question?”

“No. We’ve been drinking. I want to make sure you won’t regret it.”

She cupped my bearded face in her smaller hands. “Baby, I never regret it. I always love it.”

I knew it was just casual sex between us, but when she looked deep into my eyes and called me baby, I pretended she was mine. Pretended that I could be enough for her. I had already disappointed my ex-wife, and I couldn’t bear to disappoint Avery, too.

“You sure, Avs?”

“Nol, I had two beers. I’m not drunk. Now gimme that big dick.”

I slid my middle finger through her slickness. “That’s my girl. You like it when I touch you like this?”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned. “I’m aching for you, Nol. Please.”

“Greedy girl. I want you out of these clothes and naked on my bed.”

“Yes, sir,” she said and gave me a sarcastic little salute.

“Brat,” I teased, giving her a light tap on her ass.

I loved when she called me ‘Sir,’ even if she was a cheeky brat. I removed my hand from her dress, turned her around, and slid the zipper of her dress down until the material fell to the floor. With a quick flick of my wrists, I had her bra off, too. She stepped out of her clothes and got onto the bed, lying back, ready and waiting for me.

I got rid of my clothes and crawled into bed next to her. I devoured her mouth, and she let me. She allowed me to dominate her until I rolled onto my back and she straddled my thick thighs.

“Get up here and sit on my face,” I growled.

She grinned and scooted up the bed. She put her knees against my ears, and settled her pussy level with my mouth. I loved face-sitting, and she loved when I let her ride my beard until she coated it with her cum.

I flicked my tongue out, sliding up her slit until I zeroed in on her clit. She ground her hips against me, begging me with her body to bring her over the edge, to give her the one thing she needed more than anything.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed. “Fuck my face.”

“I love beard rides,” she moaned and gripped the headboard above me.

There were permanent nail marks etched into the wood from all the times we had been in this position. My inner caveman loved when I made her lose herself like this. I loved the feeling of her delicious curves on top of me while I drowned in the sweet taste of her pussy.

She ground herself on my face and screamed above me as she tumbled down into the depths of her orgasm. I held her in place while I gave her one last lick as she came down from it.

“Good girl,” I cooed from below.

“I want to ride your cock,” she panted.

“Do it.”

She scooted down my body until she had my cock lined up with her entrance. In the back of my mind, I knew we were forgetting something, something really important. I forgot about everything else when Avery was riding me while I sucked on her tits, though. I loved her tits, her ass, and everything else. I loved her curves, especially when they were on top of me.

Man, the guy she went out with today was a douchebag. He didn’t know what he was missing out on. My inner caveman beat his chest again at the fact that she ended up in my bed tonight and not his.