Before I can finish, her rosebud mouth presses against mine. She caresses me with tentative brushes, back and forth. I sigh as she deepens the touch, her lips nibbling on my bottom one. A guttural sound erupts from my throat when her fingers feather through my hair.
“Baby ...” My fingers tighten around her as fire dances down my spine. Her breasts press into my chest as I lift and carry her to the couch. “Don’t stop, beautiful; don’t be afraid. This is good, so fucking good,” I manage to say as our lips lock again.
Our breath mingles, her lips parting as her tongue slides against mine. Gone are the hesitant touches as our mouths grow bolder, taking more, giving more. I take control of us, pressing deeper. I want to touch every part of her: her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mouth.
“I want you,” I rumble.
“Same,” she murmurs as her hand reaches between us and palms my cock through my slacks. I arch into her hands.
“Why did you stop?” I breathe as she pulls back. Her lips are red and swollen, and I brush my fingers over them.
“To do this.” She jerks my suit jacket off, then undoes the buttons on my shirt. Her lips press against my chest and trail down to my stomach. Her fingers undo my pants, tug down the zipper, and then pull out my thick, hard length.
She gazes up at me. “May I?”
I caress her face. “Don’t make me come. That’s for your pussy.”
Her lashes flutter as she starts at my root and licks up my shaft. Her palms cup my balls, her nails tracing the skin as she takes me in her mouth.
Her tongue flutters around my head, and I lean back and groan. She plays over me, then sinks down. She’s ravenous as she sucks, and when her throat swallows around me, I call out her name. She inhales me, making a meal of me. My cock throbs, and bolts of heat radiate up my spine as I pull her off.
“Panties. Off. Now.” I fumble with the condom in my wallet and slide it on.
She slips her lace panties off, tucks them in a pocket in her dress, and then straddles me while bunching up her dress. My breath hitches as she takes me in her hand and sinks down. I hold her hips as she inches down, little gasps coming from her as I push up, teasingly, delving deeper. I pump on the way home and shudder. Our fit is exquisite. She’s the ultimate fuck, her pussy tight and wet.
She unties her halter dress and shoves it down. Her bra is black and see through. Her hair cascades down her back, and when the strands brush my fingers at her hips, I grasp them and slide them through my hands. “You’re the most gorgeous fuck I’ve ever had,” I gasp as she rotates in my lap.
Her peach scent mingles with the smell of sex as I tweak her clit. My tongue flicks over her breasts, sucking on the soft skin. She cupsher breasts, and I bite my lip. She’s fuller, plumper, and when I suck her erect nipple in my mouth, she jolts as her channel flutters my cock.
“Baby. Yeah. Yeah.Yeah.” I pump inside her, my hands bruising her hips.
I fuck her hard.
Again and again and again.
We’re loud, our breaths gasping.
“Touch me,” she calls, and I find where our bodies meet. Wetness drips from my hands as I explore her, the outline of her pussy, her stiff nub.
She arches her back and shouts, her breath ragged as tremors shimmy over her body.
“You undo me.” I thrust inside her velvet channel.
There’s a knock at the door and someone saying my name.
“Come,” she whispers, and I stare into her eyes and explode inside her.
I’m trying to catch my breath as she rises up and slips her panties back on.
I haul myself up, tie off the condom, and throw it in the trash. I zip up, fix my shirt, and then grab my jacket and slip it on.
“Someone is at the door.”
I grasp her nape and pull her to me and kiss her hard. “I really don’t care. Do not run off.” I walked into the bar with tension in my chest, but now it’s gone. Vanished. She’s the magic that keeps it away.
I lace our fingers together and open the door. Jasper is there, his eyes widening as he takes in her just-fucked look. “Oh, um, Big T, I didn’t think, um—well, I’m heading out and wanted you to know.”
“All right. You got a ride?” I tug Francesca along, hooking her hand in my arm.