“No, not usually,” she says, her teeth sinking into her lower lip when my fingers sink into her pussy. “Oh my God.”
“You like that?” I slick my fingers through her wetness, my thumb finding her clit and pressing against it. “Damn, girl, you’re so fucking wet.”
“I want you,” she admits, her head falling back so it hits the door softly. I increase my pace, and you can actually hear my fingers sliding through her soaked folds. “Oh, right there. Please. Cannon.”
My name falls from her lips again and I can tell she’s already close to coming. She clamps her thighs tightly around my hand, a gasp escaping her right before she falls over the edge. Tremors race through her body, her chest heaving, her breathing loud, her pussy dripping all over my fingers as she whimpers and moans.
Those pretty little whimpers and moans have my dick trying to punch out the front of my pants, ready to break free.
“I didn’t think I’d come so fast,” she whispers once her breathing has somewhat evened out. Her eyes crack open and she smiles at me. “That was amazing.”
“And we’ve only just started.” I drop a kiss on her nose as I fumble with my belt buckle, trying to get it undone. Fuck foreplay and all the rest of it. I want to be inside her, fuck her hard and fast until she’s gasping and coming again. I liked hearing her call my name while I gave her that orgasm.
I didn’t just like it.
I fucking loved it.
“Let me help you,” she says as she reaches for my belt buckle, batting my hands away. With a quick flick of her wrist, she has it undone, as well as the button and the zipper, and then my pants are falling to my feet and I’m kicking off my underwear while she slides her panties off. I grabbed the condom I had stashed in my front pocket and tear the wrapper open, giving my dick a firm squeeze before I roll the rubber on.
Susanna watches, her mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed with lust. She likes my dick, I know she does, and I suddenly have this fear that might be all she likes.
I hope to hell that’s not true.
“You all right?” I ask once I have the condom fully on.
She lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine. “I’m great.”
“You sure?” I touch her cheek. She appears somewhat out of it. “We can wait a few minutes if you want. We can also take it to the bed if you’re uncomfortable.”
“You are so unbearably sweet.” She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a lingering kiss. One that turns into open mouths and tangled tongues in seconds. “I definitely want you to take me against this door, Cannon,” she whispers into my mouth.
I break the kiss to study her, my hands going to the backs of her thighs so I can lift her up, her panties suddenly dangling from one leg. “Take you? More like fuck you,” I say as I push inside her hot, tight body.
Her eyes go wide for a brief moment and she thunks her head against the door, her entire body jolting with the force of my thrusts, her eyes closing tightly. Greedily I reach for the front of her dress, clawing at the neckline, pulling it low so her breasts come into view. They’re covered in white lace and satin, and I tug on her bra, pulling the cup down so I can see her rosy-pink nipple. It’s hard.
So I draw it into my mouth and suck on it, making it harder.
I’m grunting like an animal with every push inside her body and she’s got her hands buried in my hair, holding me to her chest. I can’t stop sucking on her nipple. Laving it with my tongue. Biting it. She screams when I bite extra hard, and I speed up my pace, thrusting again and again, her ass hitting the door, her legs circled tight around my hips. We’re loud, anyone who happens to pass by my room in the hall could hear us, but I just don’t give a shit.
Too focused on coming, on making this girl come. I’m overwhelmed with the primal need to mate and fuck and make her mine.
She’s chanting over and over, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” and I won’t. I can’t. I feel the familiar sensation start at the base of my spine, in the pit of my stomach. I’m gonna blow. It’s coming. She’s tearing at my shirt, her lips finding mine, and they start going slack when she begins to come. I erupt right after her, coming so hard that when it’s finally over, my muscles actually ache like I just put my body through the most intense workout ever.
And I’ve had some intense workouts, so I know what I’m talking about.
“Wow,” she whispers once she’s capable of speaking again.
I’m still incapable. I swallow. Take a deep breath only to hold it, my heart thumping like a wild thing.
I exhale loudly, pressing my cheek to hers and breathing in her delectable scent. She brushes my hair away from my forehead and I pull away, opening my eyes to find her watching me with seeming fascination.
“Why are we so good together?” she asks, sounding genuinely confused.
“I don’t know.” I drop a kiss on her lips, our bodies still fused, my dick stirring already, which is unbelievable. “It’s pretty great, though.”
“Definitely great,” she says with a little nod. She touches my cheek. “You’re sweating.”
“Sorry.” Most women think it’s gross when a man works up a good sweat fucking them, and I’m sure the proper Lady Susanna feels the same way.