The Boy Who Has No Hope (Soulless 6)

Like she was happy too.

I rose from the stool and walked toward her, eager to get my hands in her hair so I could kiss her. That was exactly what I did, pulled it back from her face and kissed her, a slow and tender kiss full of aching lips and a little bit of tongue.

She melted at my kiss, like I pulled the ground from underneath her feet. Her hands went to my wrists, and she released a deep breath when I pulled away, like she’d been holding her breath since the moment she looked at me.

“Let me get my stuff.”

“Actually, I thought we could work on those interview questions…”

I’d forgotten about that. I just wanted to get home so I could get back to my new favorite hobby—seeing her naked. “Let’s do that at my place.”

“Or we could do it here…so we don’t get distracted.”

Her precautions made me grin.

“You know I’m right.” She gave me a smile before she walked into my office and got set up.

I grabbed my satchel and put all my stuff away before I took a seat on the couch across from her. I widened my knees and got comfortable, knowing I just had to get through her questions and then we would go home. I wasn’t eager for sex just because I was a man attracted to a woman, but because she was literally the only person in the world I wanted to have sex with…and the sex was so fucking good. I already had kept my hands off her all day. I didn’t want to do it for another hour.

She crossed her legs and sat with a straight back, looking through the notes on her lap.

Could we just get this over with?

She flipped through the pages. “Well, I think the first thing we should work on is your entrance. You know, a smile and a wave. In general, when you walk into the room…you kinda look like you hate everyone in it.”

Since her boots were short, most of her legs were revealed, tight and toned, athletic like she was a runner even though that wasn’t possible since she simply didn’t have the time. It must be from wearing heels like that day in and day out.

Her dress had sleeves, but there was a deep plunge in front that didn’t show her tits, but it showed all the kissable skin above it, the places where I’d kissed her the night before. Her collarbone was sexy too, her long and elegant neck.

She really was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.

When I didn’t answer, she lifted her gaze to look at me.

My eyes were on her legs, my mind in a completely different stratosphere.

“Derek?”

“Hmm?” My eyes lifted to hers.

She forced an irritated look, but a smile quickly replaced it, like my distraction was somewhat cute. Then she put her notes on the cushion beside her.

I started to get excited.

She got to her feet and pulled up her dress to her hips.

Yes.

Her panties were pushed over her hips and dropped to her ankles before they were kicked away.

My throat went dry, and there was a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow.

She came closer to me, looking down at me with her dress still around her hips, her pussy totally bare.

I wanted to undo my jeans, but I was paralyzed by the moment, the way she came closer to me, the way my fantasy became a reality. My knees widened farther, and I imagined her bouncing on my dick, coming all over me.

Then she straddled me, her boots still on.

Fuck yes.

Her hands undid my jeans, and she tugged everything down so my cock could be free.

It was as if I hadn’t had her the night before, like I hadn’t gotten laid in months. It was the first time all over again.

She guided me against her and slowly slid down, taking in my length gently because he was a lot to handle. Farther and farther she went until she couldn’t take any more. She moaned as her palms flattened against my chest, her pussy wet like she’d been thinking about this all day the way I’d been thinking about her.

I was still for a moment, my eyes closed, a deep, guttural moan coming from my lips. My hands slid up her smooth legs to her ass, and I squeezed her plump cheeks, feeling a shiver up my spine because it felt so damn good. “Fuck…” My feet planted against the floor, and I opened my eyes to look at the woman of my dreams, my fantasies. I couldn’t believe her perfect, tight cunt was wrapped around my dick like this. I breathed hard and fast, couldn’t believe this was real, couldn’t play it cool.

She unzipped the back of her dress and slowly pulled it over her head. Her bra came undone a moment later, and her tits were revealed, perky with hard nipples.