“Understood.” He felt like a kid chastised by the principal.

Not sexy at all, yet with Chloe in the room, he had a feeling she could be covered from head to toe in sludge and he’d be hard as stone.

The click of the locking mechanism had him testing the strength of the handcuffs and bed rails. Not flimsy, but if he really wanted free, he could splinter the fucking wood slats in no time. “Now what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Now we fuck,” she said. It might as well have been, “now we vacuum” for all the heat behind it.

Chloe crossed the room, grabbed a few things from the dresser, then returned to the bed. Two seconds later, she straddled him. His cock wept at the mere feel of her silken thighs brushing his. Didn’t bode well for his staying power once he got in what he knew would be some prime pussy.

There wasn’t much he could do besides lie there and take what she dished out, so that’s exactly what he did. She sure as fuck was hot, sitting astride him with her shiny red hair flowing past her tits.

A tearing sound had him pulling his gaze from her hair to inspect her hands. Chloe was back to efficient, almost clinical actions as she removed a condom from its foil packet. Without so much as a caress, she rolled the latex down the length of his straining cock with as much enthusiasm as a kid in health class, learning on a banana. Hell, those horny teens were probably ten times as excited as Chloe right then.

Rocket was so busy clenching his jaw and trying not to blow at just the feel of her fingertips smoothing the condom in place, he almost missed the soft click and squirt that came next. Chloe squeezed a large glob of what he assumed was lube onto her hand then immediately slathered it on his suited-up cock. The moment her hands and the cool liquid hit his shaft—chilly even through the condom—he cursed.

“Sorry,” she said. “Too cold?” As though she was a physician placing a frigid stethoscope on his chest instead of fisting his cock in her delicate hands.

“No,” he ground out. “Feels fucking good. Like your hands on me.”

“Ah.”

So she wasn’t one for dirty talk. “You know, you wouldn’t need that shit if you let me—oh fuck.”

Without ceremony or so much as a millisecond of foreplay, Chloe positioned herself over his cock and started to work him into her body. He saw stars as the heat of her began to engulf him. She was tighter than tight and hot as the fucking sun. But she wasn’t ready to fuck. Not by a long shot.

“Babe,” he said through clenched teeth. Fuck it was near impossible to think with the strangling squeeze of her pussy neutralizing his brain cells one by one.

“Shut up,” she practically barked at him. “No talking. No moving. Keep your legs out straight.” Her eyes were closed, face screwed in concentration as she slowly worked herself down his length. Once he was fully seated inside her, she paused, probably to adjust to his size.

The reprieve gave him a second to get his rational head in the game and keep from blowing his load already. In an unanticipated moment of clarity, Rocket wondered why the hell she was doing this. Nothing about it seemed to be working for her sexually.

The thought was fleeting because the next thing that happened nearly rendered him stupid. Chloe rode him. Like a fucking jockey gunning for the win. She started with a steady pace, but quickly ramped up to fast, almost frantic movements like she couldn’t get him off fast enough. But what about her pleasure?

Something was way the fuck off here.

If Rocket was any other man, or Chloe was any other woman, he could probably close his eyes and ignore the signs, but as it was, he’d spent months stalking the sexy woman and could easily tell this wasn’t doing shit for her. There was absolutely no connection in their fucking. Not that he was unused to fucking without emotion, in fact he only fucked without emotion, but he never fucked without both parties being hot and desperate for each other. Even if it only lasted a short time, they wanted each other, at least physically.

And while Rocket wanted the fuck outta Chloe, he was pretty sure she saw him as nothing more than a two-hundred-pound vibrator.

Don’t get him wrong, he was gonna come, and come hard. Encase a man’s dick in a pussy as hot and tight as Chloe’s, and that was pretty much a guarantee. But he wanted Chloe as hungry for it as he was. When she came, he wanted her to go off like…well, a rocket.

Chloe picked up speed. Her small tits bounced and swayed as she fucked him, drawing his attention. Before long, the feel of her eclipsed all his other thoughts. He groaned and strained against the cuffs as she clenched her sex around him. Damn, the woman had some skill. She swiveled her hips, letting her head fall back on her shoulders. Her hair was so long, the ends brushed Rocket’s thighs. That added sensation, the slight tickle combined with her vigorous fucking had his balls drawing tight and his gut coiling with impending release.

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