“You’re hard to say no to.” She groans as she grinds against my hard cock.
Such a fucking good girl. I slide into her wet pussy and fuck her hard. It’s every bit as crazy as last night. I can’t keep my hands off her tits, can’t make myself be gentle when I want her this fucking badly.
Her soft, needy pants and my name pouring from her lips are so fucking hot. I collar her throat in my hand and feel her arch against me harder.
I know I’m fucking close even though we just got started, but I don’t want to leave her unsatisfied. I circle her dripping clit, fingering her as I fuck her hard and fast. She trembles, her hand sliding over my ass and gripping hard.
“Yes, fuck, just like that, Chase,” she gasps. “Fuck.”
“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love my cock,” I whisper before biting her ear.
Her body obeys and her pussy tightens around my cock. I can’t stop myself. I come too quickly. I couldn’t even warn her. I wanted to make this a long morning fuck session, but apparently no part of my body can hold out with this goddess.
I laugh against her back and drop a soft kiss. “I like waking up to you.”
“Don’t get gooey on me now,” she teases.
I slide out of her, ready to turn her around and make out until I’m ready for round two. Maybe I should get in the shower with her so I can have her for breakfast too. I bet her morning pussy’s as delicious as the finest Scotch.
She hops off me before I can land a kiss and almost runs to the bathroom. “I have to clean up and get home.”
“Leaving before breakfast?” I can’t believe it comes out of my mouth. I’m not the kind of man who asks a girl to stay. “Should I be insulted?” Jesus, she makes me feel needy.
“I think it would take more than that to insult you,” she teases before disappearing in the bathroom.
“Oof. You can’t attack a man in a weakened state.” I clutch my shoulder mockingly.
“I really can’t stay, no matter how tempting food is,” she insists.
After a shower and a quick towel off behind the door, she slips back into her dress. It’s not fair that she looks just as sexy putting it on as she did taking it off.
I drag on sweat pants as I wait for her to finish brushing her hair with her fingers. She flips her hair, looks for her purse, then pecks my cheek. “Thanks. Tonight…this morning.” She bites her lip. “You’re something else, Chase.”
“It takes two to tango like that.” I pull her close and kiss her. If she’s leaving, she’s going to fucking remember me.
Her mouth is amazing, delicious. I can’t get enough of her tongue caressing and dancing with mine. I feel her melt against me, her hands stroking over my skin until I shiver. My hands slide down over her body and I grind against her. I bite her lip and then release it before she can pull away. Because I don’t want her to pull away. I groan and tighten my hand on her ass.
She makes a frustrated sound and pulls away, pointing at me. “Hey!”
“I know, you have to go. So busy you can’t even have breakfast.” I roll my eyes and take her hand, leading her to the gate. I hate watching her leave, but she wiggles her ass just before she gets through the gate and I can’t help but laugh. “Be safe!”
To think she was just supposed to be a one-time lay, but now I’m sad she’s leaving. Shit! I didn’t even get her number. I’m not used to asking for it. I’m not used to wanting more than a casual hookup from any woman, no matter their looks.
This one is something else entirely. The way we connect, her passion, her humor, not to mention the mind-blowing sex. She’s destroyed me and she barely seems affected. Jesus, I’m screwed. This girl is genuine, sassy, confident, and gorgeous on top of it.
I head to the main house to get some fucking food while thinking of her. I didn’t expect that much connection between us. But here she is, fucking my head as much as she fucked the rest of me.
The smell of bacon snaps me to attention. Fuck, it’s a good thing I didn’t bring her in here. Then Stephen would have gotten a good look and, hell, I couldn’t imagine the interaction they would have had or how jealous I would have gotten just from him looking.
Stephen has never been shy, and women love him. He’s older, wealthier, and somature. The really hot ones, the ones that actually have something to offer, always walk right by me and latch onto him. I’m just the fun, he’s the provider. Which means I’ve always landed the fish, but he’s gotten to eat it.
I watch as he pours himself a cup of coffee—black. He loves his self-loathing. “Morning. I figured you worked up an appetite from last night.”
“Yeah.” Then I laugh. “Wait, we didn’t keep you up or anything, right?”
Stephen doesn’t meet my eyes. He takes another drink and shrugs. “I couldn’t help but notice the swim. Was she good in bed?”
Neither of us is a saint. We’ve been with plenty of women and haven’t been shy about it. Still, this is awkward. I scratch the back of my head and then look through the fridge for creamer. Then, I sigh. “She was fucking amazing. The best I’ve had.”