She kept her hand on my stomach. “Show me your papers, and I’ll show you mine. Until then, put one on.”
The head of my cock could feel how wet she was, how much she wanted to take my cock deep inside her over and over. Just feeling that single inch was enough to make me ignore her and do it anyway. But once I turned over my papers, she would be mine and I could fuck her as much as I wanted.
I pulled out then rolled a condom on.
“Thank you.”
I yanked her to the edge of the table and gave a violent thrust as I shoved myself inside her. I pushed through her tightness and wetness and claimed her pussy as mine. That other guy only wished he were me. He was probably at home beating off that very moment, wishing he were fucking her instead of me.
But I was the one fucking her.
She rolled her head back sexily, her long hair catching the drops of wine that had spilled from the glasses. With her lips wide apart and a beautiful zest for life in her eyes, she was a woman being thoroughly fucked the way she liked. She didn’t miss her old date, not when she was being fucked by a dick as big as mine. “Cato…I love your dick.” She grabbed on to my hips and pulled herself into me, meeting my thrusts by dragging her body closer. Her head rolled back, she bit her lip, and then she said it again. “Such a good dick.”
My hand gripped her neck, and I pulled her into me that way, controlling her completely as I slammed my entire length inside her. I hit her over and over again, claiming this pussy as mine. Soon enough, the condom wouldn’t separate us, and I would dump all my come deep inside her, making her the first woman to have the honor.
Couldn’t wait for that moment.
She held herself on one elbow and then tugged my neck down to hers so she could kiss me. She cupped my face as she gave me a hot kiss, her legs still separated so she could keep taking my length. “Keep fucking me…just like that.”
Nothing sexier than a woman saying what she wanted. Unashamed of her sexuality, she used me the way I used her. She used me to get off, to drive herself into a scorching climax that made her toes curl.
“Right there…” She stopped kissing me so she could scream, right in my face. “Cato…yes.” She rested her forehead against mine and closed her eyes as she finished, her perfect pussy squeezing my dick like a python. She came hard and fast, drenching me with another wave of arousal. “Do it again.” She opened her eyes and shot me a fearless expression, like my disobedience wouldn’t be tolerated.
My cock had already thickened because I wanted to explode after her performance. Watching a woman take the lead while being on her back was a rare sight. All they usually did was moan and compliment me. This woman pushed me a little harder, told me how she wanted me to make her come. “I can make you come as many times as you want.”
She gave a gentle kiss to my lips, a subtle apology for her aggression. “I’ll hold you to that.”
We ended up in her bed upstairs. It was a small queen in a cramped room. The window overlooked the backyard and the hillsides in the distance. She had a mighty oak just outside her window, the leaves rustling with the nighttime wind.
A behemoth like me couldn’t be comfortable in a bed barely big enough for a single woman, but we made it work by placing her on top of me. She was lighter than a feather, so I hardly noticed she was there in the first place. My hand rested in the deep curve of her back and caught a few strands of hair at the same time. I watched the shadows dance on the ceiling as I held this woman, the most confusing woman on the planet.
I’d never stayed at a woman’s house before, but there I was, about to break her mattress with my weight. I’d never ambushed someone without notice, never asked a woman to stop seeing other men. I turned into a completely different man overnight—and I had no idea why.
She eventually drifted off to sleep on top of me, her even breathing possessing the same beautiful cadence as a waterfall. She was so small and beautiful, but her magnetic presence rivaled my own. It would have been easy for another man to take my place that night, and that somehow made me feel special.
Even though special wasn’t in my vocabulary.
She took a deep breath then stirred, something in her thoughts waking her up. She moved off my chest then ran her fingers through her hair, getting the long strands out of her face to reveal her smeared mascara. With heavy lids and a distinct look of exhaustion, she seemed ready to sleep for days. Instead, she got off my chest and yawned. “You should go. I have a long day tomorrow.”