The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

I did as he demanded and when I faced him again, he was unbuttoning his shirt. When it dropped to the floor, I remember his amazing chest from his shirtless jog. I ran my finger over the musical notes tattooed on his neck while he fumbled with his belt and trousers. He dropped them all to the floor and we faced each other, gloriously and awesomely naked. Somewhere along the line, he’d ditched his shoes and socks. I must have missed that in my excitement.

His hand fell to his cock, a long, thick erection I couldn’t move my eyes from.

“I want to fuck you, baby,” he said quietly.

“Yeah? I might let you.”

“I hope so. I promise you’ll like it.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah.” He reached into a small box on an end table and produced a condom, which he quickly pulled over his length.

“C’mere, beautiful,” he said as he sat back on the sofa. He pushed aside the lace of my thong, and I stood before him as he buried his tongue in my pussy, where my clit hung heavy and sensitive.

“Oh my god,” I murmured as he tasted me. There was a quick rush of hesitation since I’d just been with Carter, but I pushed it away. There’d be plenty of time to torment myself into a neurotic lather another day.

“You’re so fucking wet. C’mon,” he said, laying me back along the length of the sofa and yanking off my thong.

He balanced himself above me, one arm on either side of my head, with the swelling bulb of his cock poised right at my hungry opening.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispered. He hadn’t taken his gaze from mine. It was excruciating and delicious at the same time.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage, and I nodded dreamily.

The head of his cock pushed down and just entered me where he paused. Groaning, he rocked his hips and fed me another inch or two. I was stretched so wide, the feeling so intense that I had to take deep breaths to hold off coming right away. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but whatever it was, I was glad to be doing it.

Tanner drove his hips once more, this time burying the remaining length of his cock. We both cried out, his dick hitting me deep, and then pulling out before he drove it right back in. I banged my head back against the sofa cushions, clawing at his back, when my whole body began to shudder.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he growled as he pumped my soaked pussy over and over.

“Yeah. Fuck me!” I screamed, exploding into nothing but dazed sensation. An orgasm slammed over and through me, pushing me into some abyss I didn’t even know existed. Did this guy even know what he could do?

His cock pulsed inside me, and a groan turned into a roar. He came, pumping furiously two (or was it more?) times until we both came to an exhausted stop.

His gaze burned right into mine. “Sorry about the dancing fail.”

“Dancing?” I mumbled. “What dancing?”

Nothing about that evening had been a fail.

Chapter 14

WYATT

Hey there,” Jayma said, opening the door to her house. If you could call it that.

“Ready? Got water and snacks?” I asked.

“Got it all right here,” she said, patting her hand on a bright red backpack. She slung it over one shoulder. I stepped aside to let her lead the way from the front porch to the car. It gave me the opportunity to admire the khaki shorts that so perfectly hugged the cheeks of her cute little ass. In her hiking clothes, from her leather boots up to her fleece jacket, with the bandana tied around her braided hair, she looked like a hot little mountain mama.

Christ, my dick was already coming to life.

Get a grip, asshole

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On our way to Mount Tamalpais, my favorite hiking in all of the Bay Area, she chattered to break the ice. She left me a little tongue-tied—I mean, who wouldn’t be around a woman like her?