Hard.
Deep.
Taking every inch of her tight pussy.
“Greedy pussy,” I growled as I pushed my hips in just a bit harder, hearing that little gasp of hers that I loved.
“Hard, Rowe,” she demanded as her hips started to move in circles, my cock grinding against her walls as she did so. “Fuck me hard,” she demanded.
And, well, I didn’t need to be told twice.
I gave my woman exactly what she wanted.
I fucked her hard and deep, her hips slamming into the cabinet with each powerful thrust.
My hand snaked up her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck and dragging it back and down, forcing her to push upward on the counter, to arch her back to ease the sting as I kept fucking her. My other hand moved forward, yanking at the straps of her sundress, then pulling it down to expose her breasts, watching the reflection of them bouncing in the darkened window as I kept fucking her, faster and faster as her moans got louder and louder.
And then she was screaming out my name as she came, her pussy milking my orgasm from me too, leaving us both panting and spent.
But it wasn’t too much later that Billie let out a laugh that had me releasing her hair and sliding out of her, moving off to the side to deal with the condom.
“What’s funny?” I asked as she stood up, turning to face me, tits still out, smile beaming.
“I guess it’s only fitting I gave her one final thing to be pissed about on my way out of this place,” she said, nodding toward the wide open front window where a horrified Mrs. Barnard was frozen in place while walking Chanel. “Maybe we gave her some inspiration to take home to Mr. Barnard.”
“I didn’t need that visual,” I grumbled, grimacing.
“Oh, come on. Sex is beautiful.”
“Babe, I know you believe that. But I don’t want to be picturing saggy bits when I’m thinking about fucking.”
“Well, you know, one day my bits are going to sag. And so will yours, I might add,” she said, brows raising.
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
“Because that will come up on us gradually, give us time to get used to the changes. It’s not just going to be sprung up on us one day when we are getting physical.”
“Well, that’s true, I guess,” she agreed.
“Your tits are still out,” I told her, a smile tugging at my lips.
“I know. You love it,” she said, chin lifting, daring me to contradict her.
“I do,” I agreed. “You know what?” I asked, reaching for her hips, pulling her up against my body again.
“What?”
“I love you,” I told her, watching closely as the emotions played across her face. It was one of the most endearing things about her. She didn’t know how to hide her feelings. She just let herself feel them, and let everyone else see them. But no one quite as much as me. I got to see surprise and joy and love and the tiniest dash of fear play across her beautiful eyes.
“I love you too,” she said, her hands sliding up my arms to wrap around my neck. “Can I tell you a little secret?”
“Is it about another panty police of yours?” I asked, getting a slap to the back of the head for it.
“I’m trying to be serious here,” she said, shooting me faux angry eyes.
“What’s your secret, babe?”
“I think I always have.”
“Always have what?”
“Loved you. I know it sounds crazy and woo-woo, but I think I always knew. Some part of me just… I don’t know… recognized you. I know you don’t believe—“
“Babe, usually, no. But just this once, I think I get it,” I admitted. Because, despite it defying all rational thought, I was pretty sure I’d experienced damn near the same thing. It was why I could never get her out of my head even though I never considered her ‘my type.’ It was why it was so hard to keep my hands to myself. It was why a part of me had almost been terrified to start something with her. Because I knew how much there was to lose.
“You know what else?”
“What?”
“Your land has always felt right,” she told me. “It was why I was so connected to Malc’s land. Because it was yours to begin with. So, yeah, I might be grieving leaving this place,” she said, looking at her apartment. “Because I’ve had some really amazing times here. But I want to go. I want to be with you on that land and have even more amazing times there with you and our loved ones.”
“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Well, for you to tuck your cock away, for one,” she said, shooting me a wicked smile. “I feel pretty possessive about that. I don’t want anyone else seeing it.”