Buttons and Pain (Buttons 3)

My cock was hard in my jeans and it pressed painfully hard against the zipper. It was desperate to be free, to rub against her slick pussy until it slipped inside. I wanted to stretch her and erase the memory of the man who didn’t deserve her. If the guy saw her as a lost cause, then he never truly looked at her. He didn’t see what I saw. If he bothered to pay attention, he would have noticed that fire in her eyes that never dimmed. He would have treasured the unmistakable sexuality that exuded from every inch of her skin. He would have begged her to stay the moment she wanted to be with me.

Fucking idiot.

It was the first time my jealousy waned. When I saw the hurt in her eyes after Jason rejected her, I wanted to fix everything. I wanted to convince her he was the problem, not her. All her life men had disappointed her, and frankly, I was no different. I was the first man she allowed to take care of her, provide for her, and to protect her.

And then I hurt her.

I couldn’t blame her if she never trusted me again.

Button turned around and faced me, standing in her t-shirt and black panties. The shirt hugged her waist and rib cage, showing off her naturally sexy curves. Her wide hips slimed down to an hour glass figure. When I stared at her from behind her curves looked even more prominent. To my cock, it was the mecca.

She locked her gaze on mine with proud confidence that made her innately sexy. No other woman could pull that off without looking conceited. A woman who understood she was a perfect ten immediately became a zero. But a woman who never scored herself to begin with was a perfect ten.

She pulled the shirt over her head and stood in a black bra. It was a push-up, and it pressed her perky tits tightly together. It was a landing strip for my dick so she could be tit-fucked until her chest was sore. “You never answered my question.” She walked closer to me, her authoritative gaze never leaving mine

My eyes moved to her slender neck and the hollow of her throat. My lips ached to press endless kisses there, to scorch her body with my marks. How did I let this beautiful woman walk away was a mystery to me. I spent my evenings beating off like a teenager because I couldn’t have the real thing. “And what question was that?”

Her slender arms wrapped around her torso and her fingers undid the clasp that held her bra together. It immediately came loose and the straps fell to the front of her body. Slowly, gravity took its toll until it fell to the floor with a quiet tap.

I missed those tits. Fucking gorgeous.

My tongue suddenly felt too big for my mouth. It wanted to lather her nipples in painful kisses before it sucked them raw. I’d already seen her beautiful body more times than I could count, but now that she was submitting to me my cock was in a rage. Having her bow to me, give me the control, was the biggest turn on all.

She was finally mine.

She grabbed the straps of her thong before she pulled them down her long and exquisite legs. The heaven between her legs were perfectly maintained, and the nub was calling my name. “What do you want?”

Her tits were hard and her lips were parted. I couldn’t decide what I wanted. I wanted everything all at once. I wanted that pretty mouth around my dick, but I also wanted to be ten inches deep inside her.

She closed the distance between us with her panties still in her hand. Her fingertips moved to my jeans and she slowly unbuttoned them. When the zipper came down my cock was finally free of its restraint. It pressed against the front of my boxers, reaching out to her like it had a mind of its own.

My arms stayed by my sides despite how much I wanted to touch her. Her act was sexy as hell and I wanted to see what else she would do. She had the lead tonight, and I actually liked handing over the reins.

She pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles then rose to her full height again. She was significantly shorter than I was, my cock at level with her stomach. But her height didn’t make her weak. She was the tallest person in any room she entered.

She placed her black panties against my length then massaged my shaft, using the soft lace to stimulate the hard skin of my cock. Some of her wetness was in the fabric, and I could feel it spread from my balls to my tips.