He laughed. She spun around until she finally faced him.
“You and I both know you didn’t bring me here for chit-chat.”
She lifted her shirt over her head and wriggled out of her sweatpants. She was right; he hadn’t.
Removing his jacket, he placed it on the back of the sofa, watching her body as she moved. Within a matter of seconds, she was naked and walking toward him. He loved that she didn’t try to hide her body from him.
The sway of her hips was a draw to him. He loved holding her hips as he pounded inside her.
She got to him, moving him so that he was in front of the sofa and pushing him down. She tugged his pants down, throwing them across the room.
“I should make you fold them.”
Jo straddled his waist, and he liked a woman who took control, who wasn’t afraid to go after exactly what she wanted.
“I could go and fold them, or I can fuck you, Doc. Which is it going to be?” She took possession of his lips, and he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her tight as he kissed her back.
She bit down on his lip, and his cock hardened.
“Please tell me you’ve got a condom,” she said.
“In my wallet that’s in my pants.”
She groaned but climbed off him.
He ran his hand up and down his length watching her as she bent over, pulling out his wallet. He had nearly a grand in cash in there, but all she was interested in was the condom.
Jo put the wallet down and moved toward him. She had the latex on his dick in seconds and was back to straddling his waist. She pushed his hand out of the way, holding his cock and sinking down, inch by inch, onto his hard length.
He took hold of her hips and slammed her all the way down on his cock. “If you’re going to fuck me, sweetheart, do it properly.” He pulled her off his cock, only to pull her back down.
She gasped, her head falling back as he filled her, going as deep as he could. She gripped his shoulders and used him as leverage so she could ride his dick.
He stared down at where they were connected. The only way this could have been better was to feel her naked cunt wrapped around his length. One day soon, he wasn’t going to be wearing a condom.
After Dale was born, he had sworn off all kids, but the idea of Jo being pregnant, of him having a reason to own this woman, shook him to the core. He wanted that. To have a reason to own her, to claim her for himself.
Was it selfish of him?
Yes.
Did he give a fuck?
No.
He shoved her to the sofa, lifting her thighs and using them as leverage to pound her pussy.
“Touch your clit. Get off, Jo. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She strummed her clit, and he groaned, feeling her pussy quiver around his dick. It felt amazing, and he knew he wasn’t going to last.
He watched her get herself off, feeling that build within her just before she cried his name. The sounds echoed off the wall as he pounded inside her. He wasn’t gentle or quiet as he came.
When he did, he tried to get to the hilt within her as he spilled his cum. The condom was a distraction as he imagined his sperm taking seed inside her.
He didn’t know the first thing about this woman, and yet he wanted to get her pregnant.
He was a fucking idiot.
She chuckled. “Wow, I have no words.”
“You like my dick, don’t you?”
“I’m not going to complain.”
He pulled out of her pussy. His cum was still in the condom, but he held her legs up, watching her wet cunt. Not only did he look at her there, but he also couldn’t help but stare at her tiny asshole.
Holding both of her ankles in his, he rubbed his fingers through her natural arousal, drawing it back to that little puckered hole.
“What are you doing?”
“We can have whatever we want from each other, right?”
“Right?” She didn’t sound so sure.
“Have you ever had anyone fuck your asshole?”
“No, of course not.”
“Don’t sound so disgusted. You’d be quite surprised just how good it feels to have a cock here.”
“You’ve tried it? I’d like to see that.”
He chuckled. “Stop worrying. I won’t try it now, but one day soon, I’m going to claim this asshole for my own, and I’m going to show you just how good it can be.” To make a point, he pressed against her anus. She was tight as he knew she would be, but he wasn’t going to give up. Stroking her ass, he stared into her eyes and watched.
There was intrigue there. She was curious, and he could live with that. There were so many dirty things he wanted to do with Jo, and he wasn’t going to let her hide from her kinky self. It was time for her to explore this side of herself.