Chapter Eleven
Devon stood, and licked the corner of his lips, wishing Elena’s sweet taste would linger. Her breath came out in small pants, and her gorgeous breasts rose up and down in tandem with the rhythm of her breathing. Sexy as fuck.
She reached out to him, and he grabbed her and kissed her, so she would taste herself on his tongue. She didn’t shy away and meshed her mouth with his, until she withdrew a bit, her forehead touching his. “I wanna drive you crazy too. Do things to you, and not hold back. Show me.”
He looked around. Never had he screwed in his office. Even when Regina had begged him to do it. He had a strict policy of avoiding getting caught with his pants around his ankles by his staff while at the nightclub. Yet, after dancing with her, he wouldn’t be able to wait until they got home. Hell, he probably wouldn’t make it past the parking lot.
The woman was out of this world. When she showed up at his club dressed like some Breakfast at Tiffany’s character, it made him want to fuck the good girl out of her.
“Let’s do things my way.” He removed his jacket, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed them on the floor. If she sucked him, there was a 98% chance he’d come in her bow shaped mouth, and as much as he entertained that mind-blowing idea, he didn’t want to pursue it just yet. He wanted to be inside her wetness. “Turn around and bend against the table,” he commanded.
She did and splayed her hands on the dark wood.
He circled her breasts, the tight nipples begging for his attention. She squirmed, her firm buttocks swaying like they were about to freaking dance. Nudging her thighs open with his hand, he touched her pussy, and it was still soaked, warm, and inviting. Just like he liked it.
“You wanna get fucked?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” she said, and he noticed her back stiffening.
He kneaded her ass, his palm circling her full, pert behind. “Say it.”
“Do it,” she said, her voice dropping a couple notches.
He smacked her ass. “That’s not how you say it.”
“Oh.”
She glanced at him behind her shoulder. “I want you to fuck me.”
He gave her buttock one last smack. Damn, it felt awesome not to hold back, and be the perv son of a bitch he usually was when screwing someone. Although…there was something different. As he rolled on the condom and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance, an electrifying bolt traveled through him. He had enjoyed sex with many women in his lifetime. But Elena was different. In a way he’d rather not think about. Because that would mess with his plan to keep things physical and fun.
There was only one way to purge himself of the tenderness he felt toward Elena. Fuck her hard. And give her exactly what she’d asked for. Devon plunged into her, and she moaned. He could get used to her sexy little growls. With one hand, he held her waist, while he pulled her hair with the other and tunneled his fingers into her lustrous, silky mane.
His cock grew even bigger, and his balls got so tight, tingly, full, he thought he’d freaking burst.
“Yes,” she egged him on, and he didn’t need any more encouragement. After all, she wanted this, and so did he. Despite what the future may bring. He thrust into her, harder. Faster. Deeper. All the way to her sweet spot.
She began trembling again, her moans louder, and he intensified the pace. Soon, his own pleasure came and everything went dark.
“Don’t go yet,” he asked, when she motioned to move.
Never had he imagined that staying entangled with someone after sex could feel this good. They fell to the floor of his office, with clothes scattered and his jacket moonlighting as a sheet—at least to cover his privates—an unusual sensation of peace flooded him.
“I have to pack. You too, in case you haven’t forgotten.”
A part of him wanted to go with her for the hell of it. Besides, she knew about Matthew’s divorce even before he told her. If Matthew was feeding her that kind of personal information, what else was he sharing? What exactly did their so-called friendship entail? He clenched his jaw, thinking hard, before he answered her. “No. I haven’t forgotten.”
“I know we’re just having sex, but I have to ask. Did you ever meet a girl’s family?”
“Yes,” he said. Regina’s family had been warm and welcoming, but then they didn’t have a clue about what their precious Regina had been doing with him.
Elena propped herself on her elbows and stared at him. “Good, so you aren’t even a little scared?”
“Why should I be?”
“There’s a good chance they won’t like you.”
“Because I’m black?”
