Lady Boner

“Hell yes. I think I must be as crazy as you, because seeing all this shit,” I spin a finger in a circle between us, “really fucking turns me on.”

“But why?”

“I have no goddamn clue.” Reaching back and grabbing my shirt, I rip it off over my head. “Clothes, baby. I’m dying to see what you look like without them.”

It only takes her a moment to peel her shirt over her head and her jeans down her legs. She has on a midnight-blue bra and thong set, and the sight has my mouth watering.

She approaches, her ambiguity from a moment ago nowhere to be found. She looks confident and controlled, but her eyes smolder with lust.

I lift a brow when she’s standing before me again, her head tipped back.

“You still have clothes on,” I say.

One side of her mouth lifts. “So do you.” Her eyes slide down my chest and stop at the hard bulge in my jeans. “There’s something I want to do. Something I’ve fantasized about quite a few times.”

“And what’s that?”

Instead of answering, she drops to her knees, tilting her head to peek at me through her lashes. “I want to know what you taste like.”

“Ahh… fuck me,” I groan.

She makes quick work of the zipper and button on my jeans. Shoving the material down, along with my boxer briefs, just far enough to release my cock, she slides her smooth hand up and down my shaft.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

Before I can recover from having her hands on me, she opens her mouth and flicks out her tongue. I about come unglued at the first leisurely swipe. How in the fuck am I going to last once she takes me fully in her mouth? I realize quickly that I’m in a shit-ton of trouble here.

I tip my head down and tunnel my fingers through her hair, watching as she slowly guides the head past her lips. My molars grind and my knees lock in place. It already feels damn good, but having her look up at me as she sucks me in more, makes the sensation ten times better.

Taylor knows exactly what she’s doing when it comes to giving head. Like she’s had a lot of practice. Why the thought of her doing this to another guy has a red haze filling my vision, I’ll think about later. Right now, I’m too absorbed in what she’s doing.

My fingers fist in her hair when I reach the back of her throat and she hums. I don’t know if I want to yank her away so I don’t come in her mouth, because I’m dying to do it in her pussy, or hold her still while I plow my cock in and out of her mouth.

When my balls draw up, I know I need to make a choice quickly. As much as I want to come in her mouth, I want her pussy more.

Using my hands in her hair, I tug her mouth off me. She looks up at me in question.

“As phenomenal as your mouth feels, I want to be buried deep inside your tight pussy when I come.”

Her eyes turn seductive. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you otherwise?” She darts her tongue out and swipes it across the slit on my cock. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you coming in my mouth.”

“Jesus, woman,” I groan. Tightening my hands in her hair when she tries to wrap her lips back around me, I growl, “Fuck yes, you tempt me, and you can bet you’ll get what you want. Later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

“Fine,” she huffs as I help her to her feet. “I guess you can have my pussy.”

From the heated look in her eyes, she wants it just as badly as I do.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her against my chest. My lips seal over hers. As we kiss, I unsnap her bra. I feel the material slacken between us. Needing to see her tits, I break the kiss and take a step back. The straps fall from her arms, and her bra drops to the floor. Plump mounds of flesh with rosy nipples tempts me to pull one into my mouth. I give in to the need, sucking the tip between my lips and giving it a little love bite. She moans and moves one hand to the back of my head.

“Oh God, that feels so good.”

The breathy way she says that has my cock jerking. I move to the next one and give it the same treatment.

After worshiping her breasts for a few moments, I lift my head, grab her hips, and spin us both around so her back is facing the bed. I push her backward until her legs hit the mattress and she sits. My jeans are still sagging on my thighs, so it makes it easy to grab a condom from my wallet.

Once I do, I finish taking my jeans off, along with my shoes and socks. Taylor, looking really fucking delectable as she leans back on her hands, watches me as I slide the condom down my engorged shaft.

“You like what you see?” I ask.

She licks her lips as her head bobs. “Very much so.”

When I step up to her, she spreads her legs, giving me room to wedge my hips between them. Gripping the base of my cock, I tap the head against the crotch of her soaked thong. Her hips jerk up.

“I can’t believe I’m about to have sex with Asa freaking Sharpe,” she comments huskily. “How in the hell is this my life?”

I smirk. “No clue, baby, but I hope you’re ready, because you’re not just going to be having sex with ‘Asa freaking Sharpe’, I’m about to fuck you so damn hard neither of us will walk properly for a week.”

“You’ll get no protests from me.”

And thank fuck for that.

“Are you particularly fond of this thong?” I ask, gripping the sides.

Her head jerks from side to side. I rip the flimsy material, and the pieces fall to the bed. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I hoist her further up the bed and get on my knees between her legs, which she wraps around my waist. My eyes get caught on something beside her head. I pick up the familiar pair of boxer briefs and hold them up.

“Are these mine?” Spotting a gray shirt, I pick that up too. “And this?”

Taylor’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of red. “Would you still fuck me if I said yes?”

I look down at her. “Baby, there’s not a damn thing that can stop me from fucking you.”

“Then yes, they’re yours.”