I hop up to my feet and pull her naked, wet body against mine. “No. That erotic little show you just gave me limited my active brain cells. I still don’t like your nickname.”
Her hands smooth up my chest and over my shoulders as our lips collide. Reaching down, I lift her legs and wrap them around my waist, then carry us both into the guesthouse. I kick the door shut behind us before lying her down on the bed and crawling across it to wedge my shoulders between her splayed legs.
“My turn,” I groan once she’s laid out before me. I pepper kisses along her bare pussy lips, then spread her wide with my thumbs. Licking a line up her center, I circle her clit and flick it over and over until she’s writhing beneath me.
Daphne moans, the sound throaty and guttural, and my spent cock again grows hard against the cool sheets of the bed. A cocky grin grows across my face. I may be thirty-two, but Daphne brings out my inner fifteen-year-old. Constantly horny and ready for round two. I lift one smooth leg and throw it over my shoulder, opening her to me, and fuck her with my tongue as her back bows off the bed.
“God, yes. Right there.” She rides my face with desperate pleas. “Don’t you dare stop.”
This bombshell is my every fantasy come to life.
Taking what she wants
Commanding it.
It’s fucking sexy to be with a woman who knows what she needs to get off, especially when she isn’t afraid to be vocal about it.
I’m a man with a singular purpose: to make this woman come so hard so many damn times tonight, she’ll never look at another man again without wishing it was me.
I want to own her body.
When her walls flutter and clench, I throw her other leg over my shoulder and grab her ass in my hands, pulling her closer as I plunge my tongue into her core over and over until she shatters beneath me.
Nothing has ever tasted sweeter than Daphne Brenner’s pussy.
Reaching over, I grab a condom from the nightstand drawer where I know Hudson stashed them.
Daphne sits up, her boobs bouncing with the movement, and my cock fucking weeps with the need to be inside her.
“May I?” She reaches out for the condom.
Who am I to tell her no?
She tears the packet open with her teeth, then smiles at me.
“Put the condom on me, Daphne.”
My little assistant sits back on her heels and pouts. “And then what?”
I fist my dick and pump it once, enjoying this little tease more than I should. “Then you get your ass in the air. I’ve been dreaming about getting you on your knees for weeks.”