“I was just about to order some Chinese. Can I interest you in some?”
“Sounds good,” he says, unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“How did you know where I lived?” I ask.
“I called Brandon,” he says nonchalantly.
“Ah, I see,” I say, closing the door.
“My stalker skills aren’t that great,” he admits sheepishly.
“They’re pretty good. I’ll take that,” I say, holding out my hand for his jacket.
“Thank you. Have a seat.” I gesture toward my shabby chic couch. I can afford better, but it’s not wise to flaunt that in this neighborhood.
“You have a nice place,” he says, sitting down.
“Liar,” I say, chuckling.
“I’m not. It suits you. I can see your personality reflected in every object here.
“You can?” I ask, sitting down on the couch beside him.
“Yes. It’s very telling.”
“How so?” I ask, closing my laptop. I set it down on the coffee table.
“For instance, I can tell you like pastel colors, and you value comfort.”
“I do,” I say, looking down at my clothes again.
“And you are still fucking gorgeous. Spaghetti stains and all.”
I don’t have time to come up with something to say because his lips are on mine, and his hands are tangled in my hair. I forget everything, including my name, as he kisses me.
He angles my head, and I don’t think that I can stop this. Instead, I’m wondering how quickly I can get him in my bed. Swiftly and deftly, I unbutton his dress shirt and put my palms on his bare skin. He’s ripped. Muscles on top of muscles. Yum. He breaks the kiss just long enough to whip my shirt over my head. His hands cup my breasts before he pulls on my nipples hard. He should have no way of knowing that I like it rough, but he just does, which excites me more.
“We should move to the bedroom,” I say, knowing that I want what’s about to happen more than I’ve ever wanted anything my entire life. I lean back onto the arm of the couch, and he moves over me.
“No time,” he growls. How hot is that? He looks into my eyes and rips my pants at the crotch, making me moan as the air, and his abs brush over my sensitive and demanding to be touched clit. How fucking hot is it that he needs me so badly, he can’t even wait two seconds and take my pants off in the usual way.
He reaches between us, opens his slacks, and shoves them down just enough so that his hard cock is out. It makes a dull, wet thud onto his belly as he does. Breathe, Hilda, just breathe. He leans down and kisses me as he slams into me. Instantly, I’m on the verge of coming. It’s been so long, and this man is skilled. I don’t even want to think about how he got this way. Over and over, he thrusts in and out of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear before biting down on the lobe. Again, I wonder how the hell he knows precisely what I need.
“Mmm, thank you,” I moan as I wrap my legs around his waist. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I never want this moment to end.
Chapter Three
Warren
I’m too old to not go after what I want, and I want Hilda more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. She’s unique and comfortable in her own skin. That sassy confidence was my downfall. Fuck being professional. It’s too late now, anyhow. I am balls deep in the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. She grips my dick as I thrust in and out of her. Her heels dig into my ass. She moans under me and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Warren, please,” she cries.
“Please what?”
“I’m not on the pill,” she gasps, and those five little words make my dick even harder. I’m knocking this woman up tonight, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
“I’m not stopping,” I grunt, so fucking close to nutting. I’ve never met a woman who made me want kids. Not until her.
“I didn’t ask you to,” she purrs, pulling me even closer to her.
I chuckle as I change the angle of my thrusts. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she’s squeezing me nonstop.
“Come for me, Hilda. Give me that sweet cunt juice,” I demand.
“Oh fuck! I’m cumming,” she screams, nails digging in deeper. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s made me bleed, but there’s no time to worry about that. I thrust into her one final time and unleash the torrent of cum that has been building up since the second she walked into my office.
“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
“Oh. My. God,” she whimpers as I pull out of her.
“Yeah, that about sums it up,” I reply as soon as I catch my breath. “Show me your bed. I’m not done with you yet.”