His groan lifts in the air and rolls in my ears, feeding the growing need inside me.
I suck him harder, eager to push him to the edge, and he’s right on the cusp of losing control.
“Fuck, Senna,” he says softly.
He cuts my ties, pulls me up, and nudges me to the bed.
On all fours, I’m waiting. I hear a metallic sound as his jeans and belt hit the floor.
He rips a condom wrapper, puts it on, and spreads my wetness with his fingers before spanking me a few times and pushing his hard meat into me.
It’s perfect.
I spread my thighs while flicking my bottom up, and the pretension is all gone.
We no longer need to act. Not me. And not him.
He grabs my hair and pulls it all back, forcing me to arch my spine as he thrusts his dick into me roughly.
Just the way I like it.
He slaps my butt, making my skin sting while driving his cock into me.
Panting, he hooks his fingers into my hips and pounds me hard, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
My center tingles as swarms of throbbing bits swirl between my thighs.
“Oh, Abel...” I burst out.
Groaning and shuddering, he moves into me fast, bringing me up and giving me much-needed relief.
* * *
Still wet from the shower,Abel walks into the bedroom, sporting a towel around his waist.
I take in his athletic body.
“You look good...” I say, flashing a mischievous grin.
“Your pussy got it good, baby,” he tosses back at me. “It’s not as if you’ve never seen me before.”
I motion to the table.
“Your money is there.”
Casually, he glances in that direction before veering toward the bed. He slides onto the mattress next to me, props his head on his hand, and studies me, curious.
“The stubble does you justice,” I say, smiling warmly.
He ignores my comment, his eyes moving over my naked body, his hand cupping a breast.
“You’re a strange woman, Senna,” he says in a softer voice.
“Am I? What about the other women you take care of?”
He sinks his head into a pillow, folding his arm under it. A grin creases his lips, beaming in his eyes.
He’s a handsome man. I’ll give him that.