I’d just started to fantasize about fucking her from behind, her ass in my hands, when the door opened.
She stepped inside, her stilettos tapping lightly against the floor as she entered the room. She stripped off her jacket and hung it over the back of the chair, her seductive gaze on me. Her stare started at my muscular thighs and slowly moved up my frame, gradually taking in my chiseled appearance.
The only thing on her mind was sex.
Nothing more, nothing less.
It was the exact same way I’d looked at so many women in the past. I wanted silent conversations and loud moans. I wanted to have the most passionate sex possible then walk away like it never happened in the first place. The last thing I wanted to do was listen to a woman’s daddy problems, listen to them confess their deepest feelings.
I didn’t give a damn.
That was exactly how this woman felt about me. I was just a hard dick that got her off.
I set my glass down and rose to my feet, keeping my mouth shut like she wanted. I moved closer to her and located the zipper along her ass. I unzipped it while keeping my eyes on her, listening to her skirt fall to the floor. My fingers attacked her shirt next, stripping it off and taking her bra with it.
I pulled her into my chest then grabbed the band in her hair. I yanked it free, causing her smooth hair to cascade around her shoulders. The hair tie snapped in half and fell to the floor along with her clothes.
She stayed still, letting me have her however I wanted.
I stared down into her hair, my fingers playing with the strands as I kept her close to me. Our foreheads came together as we stood in front of the window, naked and close together like we were a single person.
Her arms hooked around my neck, and her lips hovered near mine, plump and red from her favorite shade of lipstick. Without feeling my mouth or my cock, she moaned…like she’d been looking forward to this since the moment she saw me in the lobby…maybe even before that.
A woman’s desire was the sexiest thing in the world, but for the last ten years, I’d been taking it for granted. All women wanted me, so it didn’t matter. Watching Sofia tremble for me, visibly go weak because she was in my arms, was a different kind of reward. It made me feel like a man…to please the woman I actually gave a damn about. Sex was the only thing anchoring her to me, keeping her coming back for more. Once I lost that, I lost her.
I didn’t want to lose her.
We’d been fucking for a while, so I knew exactly what she liked. I knew what really drove her wild, what made her so weak she could barely say a few words. I wanted to fuck her like a dog and stare at that sexy asshole, but she loved having me on top, loved digging her nails into my back while I did all the work. It made her bottom lip tremble like she was about to cry, made her whimper hysterically.
A real man knew what his woman liked without asking. And he always gave it to her as much as she wanted, because pleasing her was better than any dirty fantasy he had. I backed her up to the bed then fell onto the sheets with her. The comforter was already pulled down, and the extra pillows were put to the side. It was ready for fucking. I lay on top of her, her hair stretching across the pillow. Her lips were parted with her deep breaths, and her eyes were so bright with their beautiful fire. I hadn’t kissed her once, and she was practically begging for it. The last time we were together was a shitshow, but she seemed to have forgotten it.
My body got into the perfect position for fucking, keeping her legs wide apart so my dick had perfect access to her wet cunt. My shaft pressed against her pussy and felt the slickness already oozing.
She’d come within at least a minute. She was so hard up, I wasn’t sure what she needed me for. Her clit was a button, and all I had to do was press it to make her explode.
When I didn’t pull on a condom and slide inside her, she groaned in frustration. “Fuck me already.” She bit her bottom lip because the command turned her on a little more. She didn’t hide her enthusiasm even if it humiliated her.
“I’m fucking you without a condom.”
“What?” she blurted, still under the haze of desire.
“No condom.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I’m clean. Just got tested. You?”
Her nails scratched my back as she squeezed my hips with her thighs. She was such a pragmatic person who could make the best decisions, but since her nipples were hard as diamonds because she was so horny, she couldn’t think straight. “Just put on a condom and fuck me.”