The Last Hard Boy (The Hard Boys 3)

Rome was hard as rock, and he growled as Andy finally touched him, her hand cupping the length of him.

As he stared into her eyes, he was captivated. He’d always been so, but right now, he was enthralled.

She’d come on his fingers, and he had yet to kiss her.

Letting go of her tits, he sank his fingers into her hair and ravished her lips. When he slid his tongue across her lip, she gasped, opening up to him. Plundering her mouth, he heard her moan.

He grabbed her ass with his spare hand, pulling her away from the door.

Their moans filled the air, and when he broke the kiss, Andy began to peel his clothes off. Her actions were rushed as she pushed his jacket to the floor, followed by his shirt.

Much to his surprise, when she got to his belt and slid his pants down, taking his boxer briefs with them, she knelt before him.

His cock was long, thick, and already had pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

For ten long years, he’d imagined this moment.

Andy, on her knees, naked, for him. She still wore her panties, but they could be easily removed. She also had on a pair of sexy heels, and fuck, it was a dream come true.

She licked the head of his cock.

Hands clenched, he watched her do it, again, and again, before finally putting her lips on him and taking him to the back of her throat where she gagged for just a second, then pulled back.

Andy bobbed her head, sucking on his dick, and he was so close to orgasm. He counted to ten, not about to blow in her mouth. There would come a time for that.

Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he pulled her off his cock and caught sight of the sofa.

As he led her into the living room, neither of them spoke. He pressed her down onto the sofa, drawing her to the edge, tearing off her panties, and pressing his face right against her pussy.

She cried out as he licked at her clit, drawing back and forth and creating slow circles. Andy thrust her pelvis against his mouth, and he slid down, fucking her with his tongue before teasing right across her clit.

Her moans echoed around the room. She was going to come soon.

He heard the change in the noises she made and the feel of her body as she rocked against his mouth.

She was on fire.

A temptress.

And as far as he was concerned, he’d hit the jackpot with this woman. Andy was everything.

When she came, she cried out his name. He tasted her release, not wanting to stop. Begging for more, hungry for it.

“Please,” she said.

He kissed up her body, taking her lips once again, and she kissed him. His mouth was covered in her release, but he didn’t care.

Sex wasn’t supposed to be clean and clinical.

That was for facts, numbers, the rules.

To him, fucking was dirty, it was hard, it was not neat, clean, or ordered. It was the complete opposite.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he took possession of her mouth as he reached down and grabbed his dick. He put the tip between her slit before he slid into fucking heaven. His woman. His ex-teacher. His everything.

Andy was tight. She was soaking wet, and he knew he should put a condom on, but after feeling her warmth surround him, there was no way he could stop.

As he slammed to the hilt inside her, they both cried out.

She wrapped her legs around him, and he continued to kiss her as he changed the tempo from gently rocking inside her to pounding her hard.

The sofa wasn’t a good sturdy surface, so he pulled her to the floor where he could fuck her hard and fast.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head as he took her harder and faster than ever before. Pounding her, taking her to the peak, keeping her poised at the edge, and feeling his own release close to the surface, but he wasn’t ready to come.

He held himself still inside her, staring at her.

Andy took several deep breaths, waiting. He felt the tightness of her cunt as he filled her.

Slowly, he began to ease out of her until only the tip of his cock filled her. Watching her face, seeing her tits, he slammed to the hilt inside her. He took his time, making her take every single inch of him.

“Fuck, yes,” she said.

“You like that, Andy? Do you like taking my cock?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, because do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this?” For good measure, he fucked her hard and fast for five thrusts, making her take it all.

She whimpered.

“Ten long years. I watched you all this time. At school, I wanted to strip you naked, bend you over those desks, and taste you. I wanted to see you come. Hear you scream my name.”