What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

She unfastened his pants while he retrieved the wallet from his back pocket. He pulled out the condom and tore the packet open with his teeth.

“That’s hot,” she said, the corners of her mouth quivering with a smile, though she was too captivated to give into it. “Like you can’t wait another second to be inside me.”

“I can’t.”

He shoved his pants and briefs over his hips. Sheathed himself. Then he whisked aside the lace covering her. The tip of his cock nudged her opening.

“Don’t play,” she said on a breathless whisper, her gaze locking with his. “Do exactly what you said you would. Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me hard.”

He thrust into her and Lola let out a sharp cry of pleasure. He stilled a moment, allowing her to adjust to his width and length. Possibly providing himself the same degree of acclimation. His eyes darkened in color and his jaw clenched briefly.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he growled. The sexiest sound she’d ever heard.

“It’s you.” Her voice seemed distant as a passion-induced haze clouded her mind. “Jesus, Alex. You feel unbelievable.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” she said on a throaty moan. “Alex. You’re… Oh, God.” He was huge inside her, so magnificent as he filled and stretched her. “Yes,” she repeated. “I’m ready.”

He began to pump slowly into her. Sliding easily along her slick inner walls, though his size caused a hint of roughness she found extremely titillating.

“Oh, that feels incredible,” she said on a lusty sigh, her body moving with his in a sensual rhythm.

Exhilaration shimmied down her spine.

“I like making you tremble,” Alex told her, his gaze unwavering.

“Keep this up, I’ll be quaking soon.”

“That’s the goal.”

Her pussy clutched him. He groaned.

“Oh, yeah,” he said on a harsh breath. “Show me how much you like me deep inside you.”

Her nails pressed into his solid muscles. “Show me how hot you are for me,” she countered.

Alex grinned. A lazy, half-assed one that was, yet again, all bad boy.

“You really do like getting into trouble, don’t you?” he murmured.

“With you… definitely.”

His long and leisurely strokes quickened in tempo and force. Within seconds, they fell into a frenzied cadence. Her hands clutched his biceps; his cupped her ass.

“Alex!” She was intensely aroused. Instantly lost in the heat of the moment.

Her legs spread wide and she met his demanding thrusts. His weight on her felt heavenly and he surrounded her with his brawn and manly scent.

“More. Please.” She couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands shifted to his back and she held him fiercely to her.

He kissed her neck, bit the skin. Lola’s hips rolled and bucked, keeping time with him, accepting each deep stroke as he plunged into her.

“Make me come again,” she pleaded.

“And again.” He slid a hand down her thigh and slung her leg over his waist. “You feel so fucking good,” he said in a gruff tone. “So tight. So wet.”

He pushed deeper, igniting more fiery sensations. The pressure built.