VERSUS (Second Chances 2)

“Dylan?” The woman wrapped around me lures my attention with a drag of her fingernail over my shoulder and down my bicep. “Are you all right?”

I’ll never be all right.

I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m put together enough that I can fuck this woman into tomorrow and leave her with a memory of a man named Dylan who gave her a night to remember.

I answer her with a hard press of my mouth to hers before I carry her down the hallway and into my bedroom.

***

One round with her won’t be enough.

She’s on her back on my bed. Her light brown hair surrounds her head and shoulders like a halo.

This woman is no angel.

I’d call her the devil, but she’s far from that.

She’s a savior.

She was sent to save me from the hell that I’ve been living in for the past fifteen years.

Even if my salvation lasts only tonight, I’ll fall to my knees in gratitude.

I toe out of my shoes, rip off my socks, and drop my pants.

The bulge inside my boxer briefs catches her eye immediately. I’m long and thick. The only measure that matters to me is the degree of pleasure the women I’ve been with have experienced.

I know I have an impressive cock. I’ve heard it enough times that there’s no reason for humility.

I slide my boxer briefs down.

Her tongue glides over her bottom lip. At any other time, with another woman, I’d take that as an invitation.

I’d crawl onto the bed and shove my dick between a pair of eager lips, but I want my lover tonight to experience what I can do for her.

I won’t be greedy with this woman.

I rest a knee on the bed and look down at her. “Undo your bra.”

She nods in response. Her hands jump to the clasp at the front. She fumbles with it briefly before it lets go and her ample tits spill out.

I lower my mouth to her right nipple. Taking it between my teeth, I lick it slowly with the tip of my tongue.

Her breath catches. I sense her holding back a moan. It’s there in the arch of her back and the graze of her hand over the skin of my neck.

I focus on the other breast, gliding my tongue over her soft flesh until I bite that nipple. I’m not tender this time.

“My panties,” she whimpers. “Take them off.”

“Take them off,” I repeat back.

I want her to undress for me. Her body is a gift, and I want her to unwrap it.

She moves to slide the triangle of black lace down her legs.

I’m transfixed. I can’t take my eyes away from her body.

She rubs her thighs together before her legs open. Her cunt is perfectly pink and wet.