“Weston. I—”
“I already got a condom from my wallet,” I say, barely stopping to pull one pert nipple through my teeth, lavishing it, and moving to the second one, I say, “You can take top if you’re that worried. That won’t hurt my leg at all.”
Her green eyes roll real sweet for me as she lets out a little moan.
“I—I’m not sure we should. I’m just worried you’ll—oh. Oh, my flipping God.”
Yeah, fuck.
She’s mine now.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
The next hundred years, and then some.
Even if I live to be a hundred and twenty, I will still get my wrinkled sponge of a dick inside this woman every night.
I kick the covers off us with my good leg, exposing my hard-on again.
“See? We should. The condom’s on the table beside the lamp.”
“Oh, my.” She runs a hand over my stomach. “But we don’t have to—”
“We do,” I rumble emphatically. “Fuck my leg, you’ll give me a stroke if I can’t have you now.”
“Nooo!” She pushes at my shoulders playfully, laughing. “I mean, we don’t need the rubber. I’m protected and...I want to feel you tonight, West. All of you.”
Damn.
Whatever else I thought she’d give me tonight, I didn’t think it’d be the gift of a lifetime. Going bare with her makes my balls itch with need, burning to empty themselves up her little pussy.
I’m almost fucking drooling at the thought like a dog with a bone.
“Woman, I like when you take my ideas and make ’em better,” I say, slipping my fingers inside her shorts and fingering her panties.
I want to shred them, rubbing impatiently at her opening.
She’s already drenched, ready, her body begging for mine.
She lets out a loud groan as I brush my thumb across her clit. “Y-you just have to promise to lie still. Don’t move your leg.”
“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” I throw back.
She stops moving and gives me the evil eye.
“Weston. Promise.”
“Fine. I promise to be good even when I’m being so fucking bad to you.”
Her heated smile returns. “And I’ll still be gentle. Let’s take this slow.”
“Gentle? Slow?” I ask in horror.
“Yes.” She shimmies out of her bottoms, then straddles my waist, grabbing my cock from behind. “Gentle,” she repeats.
My lust-drunk brain can’t even comprehend the word. Especially not as she squeezes me, tempting me to flip her over and take her the next second on my own terms.