“Rules?”
“Every truth gets you closer to what you want,” he says, and slides a finger over my sopping-wet sex.
“Zander, please…”
“Answer the question, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I thought about you. Thought about touching you, maybe kissing you.”
His hands go to my breasts and he squeezes them. I let loose a moan. “What else?”
I take deep breaths, not sure I can do this. What if, like the time with my ex, I go too far and it freaks him out.
What if it doesn’t?
“What else,” he demands, his voice dropping an octave.
“I…I thought about going to my knees for you.”
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, and slides a thick finger into me. My hips canter forward, taking him all in and wanting more. He strokes the hot bundle of nerves inside me, and I’m so goddamn close it’s a struggle to breathe.
“And…”
Since I’m too far gone to back down now, I take a chance and say, “And then I thought about you having your way with me, bending me over and driving your cock into me so hard and deep, that I’d still be able to feel you next week.”
“Motherfucker,” he says, and none too gently shoves a second finger into me. He sinks to his knees and closes his mouth over my sex as he fucks me hard with his fingers, and draws my cleft between his teeth.
“Yes!” I cry out, and grip his shoulders, the dual pleasure taking me higher and higher, to a place where the air is thin and nothing exists but this man and what he’s doing to me. He changes the pace and tempo, finger-fucking me with hard, blunt strokes. As he indulges, eats at me, pleasure hits between my legs. My knees weaken, and I lean forward to ride out the delicious, pulsing waves of ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he murmurs from deep between my legs. “Come all over me, Sam.”
I do as he says and completely let go, revel in the way this man talks to me, forces me to say what I really want. I come and come and come some more, and when my body finally stops spasming, he climbs to his feet and presses his lips to mine.
I taste myself on his tongue, and as he kisses me, he murmurs, “Vanilla. Now that’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
My entire body heats up again, because this sex is anything but vanilla. This sex, well…it’s what I crave—what I swore I’d never ask for again.
He slides a finger into me, and I clench around him. He chuckles softly as I yelp. “I’m going to put my cock in here,” he says. He’s not asking, he’s telling, and a cry of pleasure catches in my throat. “I’m going to fuck you, Sam. I want your hot cum on my cock.”
He kicks off his pants, removes his shirt, and guides me to his bed. The back of my knees hit, and he turns me until I’m facing the other way. One hand goes to the back of my neck, and he tucks the other around my stomach. With a tug, he bends me at the waist and guides me down, until my breasts are pressed against his mattress. My ass is in the air to him, and while I should feel self-conscious, I don’t. Even though I’ve only ever had nice-girl sex with my ex, and have always felt ashamed of my wants, in this moment, the only thing running through my brain is his fat cock, and how much I want it inside me.
“Please fuck me,” I murmur.
“I will,” he says, his calloused hands running over my ass. “Once you tell me another truth.”
“What?” I cry out, willing to admit anything so I can get him inside me. He slaps my ass, and I wiggle as he rubs the sting left behind.
“Why did you come here tonight?”
“To bring you pie.”
He slaps me again. “Why did you come here tonight?”
“I…I wanted to see you.”
“Why did you want to see me?”
Oh, God, just fuck me already.