What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

His erection throbbed at the sight of her—and his need for her grew.

“Bend over,” he said, lust edging his voice as he turned her around.

She did as he demanded, no hesitation. She rested her forearms on the table and watched him over her shoulder, her long hair falling over the opposite one.

Alex’s hand skimmed her ass, and he gently spanked a cheek. Her body jolted.

“Alex.” She’d instantly turned breathy, and her big blue eyes glowed with excitement. “You do naughty so well.”

He let out a low groan. She had no idea he was driven by the unrelenting desire to make her want no one but him. And he had plenty of thoughts on how to keep her coming back for more.

His hand shifted, his fingers grazing the cleft of her ass before two of them plunged into her pussy from behind.

“Oh!” Her inner walls automatically squeezed his fingers.

Alex didn’t give her time to assimilate. He pumped rhythmically, pushing deep. His other hand moved around to the front of her and he rubbed her clit with the same frenetic tempo.

“Oh, Christ. Alex.” She whimpered sharply.

“You’d rather have me do this than do it yourself, right?”

“God, yes.”

Her spine arched and her ass lifted, seeking more.

An invitation Alex accepted. He slid his fingers out and he rubbed them against his thumb, coating his skin. Then he eased his fingers back into her tight canal and slowly stroked while the pad of his thumb pressed into what he’d venture to say was a forbidden spot for her. Sure enough, she gasped.

“Holy cow, that’s so—so—Oh…”

“Don’t tense up.” He circled the rim. A throaty moan fell from her lips. Her permission.

His thumb pushed farther in while he massaged her pussy with his fingers, picking up the pace again. With his other hand, he still teased her clit.

“You get me so damn hot,” she murmured. Her eyelids dipped, and her forehead rested against the tabletop. The glass was cool, he surmised. “Make me come.”

Alex put extra effort into his ministrations. When her breathing hitched to staccato beats, and a tremor ran through her, he knew she was almost there.

He kept at it, and her whimpers turned erratic. Seconds later, her entire body seized, then quaked.

“Oh, my God! Alex!” She clenched his fingers, deep inside her. “Holy Christ!”

She rode out her climax. He knew he’d delivered a powerful orgasm. Moments ticked by, then he withdrew from her, sheathed himself, and thrust into her. He fucked her aggressively, possessively, his arm around her to keep her hips from slamming against the table.

“Yes,” she groaned. “God, yes. Alex, you are so incredible.”

And he was in a frenzied state, needing her like nothing he’d ever known before.

It was insane to be this desperate for her. But everything about Lola got him all worked up. Especially the fact that she trusted him, no matter what he did to her. Maybe she knew all he cared about was pleasuring her.

Well, he reaped the benefits, too. Being buried in her warm, wet depths was un-fucking-believable.

“Jesus, Alex.” She let out another throaty moan that kept him revved. “You’re going to make me come again. So fast.”

His hips bucked wildly. His cock thickened.

Damn, she was tight. And she milked him with her inner muscles, pushing him to the brink.

The pulsating rhythm pounding through his body had him picking up the pace. His wide shaft slid along her slick walls with just the right amount of friction because of the snug fit. He thrust hard and deep, and she took everything he gave her.