God, this woman has the mouth of a fucking sailor when she wants. It fucking turns me on that she's so sweet out in public but once the doors to the bedroom are closed she's as wanton and dirty minded as me.
"I'm not used to waking up next to something so fucking beautiful," I tell her.
What? Don't look at me like that. It's the fucking truth.
"You mean you're not used to waking up next to women, are you?" she asks me, turning to her side. "You usually send them on their way by now, huh?"
I look at Natalie for a long moment. She's sort of got me pegged.
But you know what the strange thing is, here?
I can't imagine sending Natalie away last night. I can't imagine after we both came doing anything but collapsing on the bed and having her cuddle up next to me.
I can't imagine not waking up next to her.
I can't imagine not lying next to her.
Holding her in my arms.
Looking her in the eyes.
Feeling her naked body press against mine.
Skin upon skin.
Flesh upon flesh.
Fuck. I just slept with her. That's fucking it. What the fuck is happening to me here?
This doesn't happen to Sloane Hardman. This isn't supposed to happen to someone like me.
"Why did we ever wait so long?" Natalie asks, scooting closer to me. I can feel the tip of my cock bush against her skin and electricity goes through me. "We could've been doing this so much earlier."
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," I say to her, kissing her neck. My arms encircle her, and she's pulls closer to me.
"I wanted you ever since I met you with Mom," Natalie replies back. "You were so cocky, confident, and hot."
Hearing her say that makes my blood boil.
"I used to masturbate thinking about you cumming on my tits," she whispers into my ear. "Thinking about that long, hard, cock and how you'd use it to fuck me."
Fuck. Who put this mouth on this woman? If I don't fuck her soon, my dick is gonna fucking break in half.
I growl. It's deep and low in my fucking chest.
&nbs
p; Natalie's eyes are lit with fire as well.
"I'm going to show you what I mean by fucking, babe," I say to her, nipping her on the neck. "It'll make you forget those sex toys you make ever existed."
She smiles at me. I can sense the wickedness behind her eyes. The licentiousness. She's nasty. She's dirty. And she's all mine.
"Once I get investments from you or Drake, then I'll make a sex toy and name it the Sloane," she whispers to me.
Whoa.
It's like she threw some cold water on me.