Damn, this felt good.
Verity in his arms, finally.
He wanted to slam his dick so deep inside her, she’d never want him to leave.
****
Verity had thought she’d misread the signals.
One moment Hector seemed to want her, the next, he was distant, but now as his mouth was on her pussy, she knew she hadn’t gotten it wrong.
With the way his tongue flicked over her pussy, there was no way she wanted him to stop. It felt too good to allow him to stop, even though she knew it was wrong to enjoy this. He used to be a bully. An asshole.
All of a sudden, he lifted her, and Verity let out a squeal, having no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist, to hold on tight as he carried her toward his sitting room, only, he stopped.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m not going to fuck you in my kitchen. Not the first time.”
“Hector, I can walk.”
“Not happening. You might run away.”
She burst out laughing. “What are you talking about?”
“I know what I just did. I broke the barrier of us just being friends, and I’m not going to allow you to freak out about that.”
“You can’t stop me from freaking out.” She wasn’t freaking out. Nowhere close.
Sex was sex.
She wasn’t attracted to Hector back then, but she certainly was now, and well, as he carried her up to his bedroom, it had been too long for her.
As he dropped her to the bed, she expected reality to set in. Only, it didn’t.
He pressed her to the bed, kissing her neck and trailing his lips down her body, and she gasped with each touch. It felt so good.
He nudged her thighs apart, and Verity wasn’t happy being the only one naked. Pushing his hands away, she got to her knees and slid across the bed. She reached for his shirt and tugged it up over his head.
“If I’m naked, then you’re naked,” she said.
Hector made no move to help as she tugged at his pants, getting them loose.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes, not playing along. Hector stepped away from her hands to kick his pants off. He wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs, and she looked her fill of him with his long, thick cock.
She now understood why all the girls drove themselves crazy wanting this man.
“Well?” he asked.
“Yes, I like what I see.”
“Good.” He knelt on the bed and Verity slid back. Hector followed her until she was lying against the pillows, and he surrounded her.
She looked up at him, desperate and waiting. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
Her heart raced, and there was a pulse between her thighs. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, to lose complete control.
This was crazy. It wasn’t her. But she couldn’t stop it.
She didn’t want to.
She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressed between her thighs, and she let out a moan. Hector positioned himself so his length was between the lips of her pussy, and each thrust had him grazing across her clit. Each touch had her crying out, desperate for more.
He growled. “You’re so wet for me.”
She was soaked.
Sliding her hands down his back, she squeezed his ass, and he grunted.
His lips took hers once again, and the kiss melted her heart.
Hector broke the kiss and moved between her legs. His hand disappearing between them, he wrapped his fingers around his length, and she felt the hard press of his dick at her entrance.
She gasped.
He was long, thick, and so hard.
She whimpered, and Hector took his time, gliding into her an inch at a time. He slammed to the hilt inside her and held himself still. He was so hard.
A small orgasm went off, and she saw the effect it had on Hector. It was like he struggled to control himself. He grabbed her hands and pressed them to either side of her head, holding her down, keeping her firmly in place.
Hector lifted from her and pulled out until only the tip of him was inside her. Verity couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of watching, and so she glanced down to see him filling her. The full length of his cock was covered in her arousal.
He thrust in hard and deep, fucking her hard, then slowing down, taking his time with the thrusts. He let her go to stroke her tits, cupping the mounds, and then, he stopped and held himself balls deep within her.
Verity watched him.
“Touch your pussy. Open it for me,” he said.
She reached down, putting her fingers on her pussy and spreading the lips open.
Hector pressed his thumb to her clit, and he stroked, rubbing back and forth. She had never been touched like this. Not with holding herself open or with a cock inside her. The sensations were all over, they didn’t stop. The pleasure drove her higher and higher.