“Damn, no, that’s on me. Now we’ve both taken one to the chin tonight.” He shifted onto the bed as I scrambled back away from him. “I lost my train of thought once you started talking. Fuck me hard was not the magic words but that was hotter than hell coming out of your mouth. So was pussy.”
Finally able to breathe again and amused by how scandalized and aroused he looked, I repeated myself, this time without all the hysterical shrieking alongside it. “Oh. You liked hearing me say pussy?” I reached my pillow and I lay back on the bed, settling in and shifting my legs apart. “Pussy. Fuck me hard in my pussy, Brandon.”
“Holy shit,” he said. “You definitely are going to kill me.”
He rolled on a condom and moved between my legs. He bent down and kissed me, hard. It was a demanding kiss, one that he punctuated by squeezing my nipple. I shuddered, heat pooling deep inside my core. I moved my legs even further apart in invitation. I ran my hands over his muscular back, down to his tight ass. Brandon lifted my leg onto his hip and drove inside me.
I moaned. He swore. That was a big cock.
I was buried deep inside Dakota and it was everything I had imagined it would be. She was wet and tight and her legs were wrapped around mine. Her eyes were closed and she was making soft little sounds of pleasure that were driving me insane. I loved how unpredictable she was. That teasing with the open-and close-glimpse of her smooth pussy had both amused and turned me on. And damn, when she had asked me to fuck her pussy hard, I thought I’d died and fallen into my own personal porn fantasy.
This shouldn’t even be happening and yet it was, and I wanted it to last fucking all night. I held back, testing different rhythms and speeds, finding her pleasure point. Her breath hitched when I pulled almost all the way out of her, paused, then drove deep. Her chin lifted, her eyes rolled back. So I repeated it.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes.” Then her eyes popped open fully and her mouth drifted open.
I knew she was about to come, so I didn’t pull too far out this time. I just moved enough to drive it home hard one last time and watch her break. Her fingers dug into my hips as she gave a gasp of total ecstasy. It was a gorgeous sound, shuddering and delicate and feminine.
“That was so fucking sexy,” I said, even as I lifted her ass with my palm and drove myself to my own finish. I stared down at her as I did, not wanting to miss a single second of being with her.
This was one for the books.
I eased out of her and went on my side beside her. “Wow.” I ran a finger down her arm. “Was that hard enough for you?”
She nodded. But then she swallowed and turned to face me. The tip of her tongue moistened her bottom lip. “Though I think you could probably go even harder. If you want.”
Damn.
I swear, my vision actually went black
from lack of oxygen to my brain. All my blood rushed south to my cock. “Any position you have in mind? Ladies’ choice.”
But she shook her head. “Surprise me.”
Oh, yeah, this was a fantasy come to life. Suddenly all the bullshit of the last few years felt like it had been erased by the karmic reward of this incredible moment.
“I can do that. Just give me five minutes or less to catch my breath.” I eased off the condom and glanced around. The room was too small for nightstands. It was just a room with a bed perfectly wedged into it. I had to shimmy down off at the foot of the bed to exit the room.
There were two doors and I took a guess which was the bathroom. I guessed right. I disposed of the condom, then brought the two wineglasses to the bed. “Drink?” I asked.
She sat up on one elbow and took a sip, then handed it back to me. I drained my glass and returned them to the countertop. I got another condom and put it on. I was hard again already. She was wearing one shoe still and was eyeing me with curiosity. Her eyes roamed over the length of me as she watched me climb back into bed. I slipped the remaining shoe off of her foot and tossed it on the floor.
“You’re a big man,” she said. “I like that. It’s hard to find guys substantially taller than me.”
“I can’t take credit for my height.” I shifted over her, wanting to feel her beneath me. I gave her a light, teasing kiss. “I will take credit for the biceps and the six-pack.”
She laughed softly. “Duly noted. I appreciate the effort. And I could say the same. I work out every day and it’s not always easy.”
“I definitely appreciate the effort as well. Your body is amazing. Sinful. A work of art.” I shifted back so I could run a finger down over her clavicle, between her breasts, to her navel. I sank into her wet heat.
Dakota’s head tipped back and her back arched. “Thank you.”
There was something about her tone that made me urgent again. No more lazy teasing. I wanted to taste her again. I dropped my head and flicked my tongue over her clit. She moaned.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she murmured. “Twice in one night? It must be my lucky day.”