I step toward her, and she stands taller, trying to show her tough girl attitude, which kind of works for me. I take her face in my hands, and she doesn’t move.
“I …”
“Don’t say it, Lucas.” She swallows hard and tries to act like she’s unaffected by my touch.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Lucas, this isn’t working.”
I take her hand and place it on my erection. “Seems to be working just fine.”
“You’re drunk.”
I wrap my hand around hers and stroke myself up and down. “Your lucky night.”
I bend down and nip at her nipple through her shirt, and she whimpers. Then I pick her up and carry her through the French doors and up the stairs into my bedroom.
“I can’t do it in here.”
“I didn’t ask.” I pull the back of her shirt over her head then off.
“It’s not right.”
I sit her on the bed. “Not wrong, either.”
I pull her pants down without a fight. “For someone saying no, do you care to explain the lack of underpants?” I spread her legs wide and drop to my knees.
“Laundry day. Oh God!”
“Mmm …” I stroke my tongue up and down her warm, moist, bare as fuck, and tasty little pink pussy.
She fists my hair as I lap at her clit. Then I shove my tongue deep inside her, pushing up until I find that spot.
“Ahh … uhh.”
I suck hard on her clit, and her legs close around my ears. I push them apart.
“Give it to me, Tessa,” I growl and slide a finger inside her, taping that spot as my tongue circles her clit.
“Lucas … Oh … Lucas.” And … she falls apart.
I continue slow, deep thrusts with my finger inside of her as she rides out her climax. Then I pull my hand away, open the nightstand drawer, and grab a condom as she lies limp on my bed, trying to catch her breath.
I roll the condom on over my cock and grab her legs, twisting her so she’s on her stomach. Then I bend down and lick her from front to back.
“You have a beautiful ass, Tessa.” I lick her again. “I want in.”
“Right after I’m in yours,” she hisses.
I chuckle as I spread her legs and rub my cock up and down her.
“Not gonna happen, baby.” I push into her and still. I rock slowly, just in and out, not giving it all to her yet.
“I thought I was in charge,” she whimpers.
“Says the girl facedown, ass up, bent over my bed, who doesn’t know how to return a text.” I thrust into her with everything I have, and she cries out, burying her head in the duvet.
I continue my deep, powerful thrusts, and she continues taking them.