Page 42 of Without Regret

“I need to let Rufus out. Here’s where living three flights up in temporary housing instead of having a fenced yard kind of sucks.”

Despite the pause, I admired the way he loved Rufus enough to put the dog’s needs above his own. “It’s okay. You need to take care of him. How about I wait in my bedroom for you?”

He set me down by way of sliding me down his entire body and gripping my ass for good measure. Giving me one last kiss, he regretfully pulled away. “Give me five minutes.”

As soon as I was in my apartment, I toed off my shoes. The dress came next while I got an idea of something to surprise him. I quickly shed my bra and put on a G-string that was a deep blood red. Lastly, I put fresh lipstick on to match. Hearing my door open and close, I went to greet him. He was only steps inside the door when he stopped. His eyes feasted on me.

“You’re gorgeous. Come here, sugar. Drop on those knees and take me deep between those fucking sexy lips of yours.”

Leave it to him to make his command sound both incredibly hot, yet still polite. I stepped in front of him, sank down, and reached for his belt. As soon as I had him unbuckled and lying heavy on my palm, I took my time to run my tongue up and down his length.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed.

Peering up at him, I took him slowly between my lips, sinking down to the root until he hit the back of my throat. Forcing myself to breathe through my nose, I repeated the motion over and over.

Deepthroating a man always took him off guard, giving me great satisfaction. But with Trevor, it was so much more. The way he looked at me with such unfiltered lust made me want to please him. I continued my bobbing, gripping his ass in order to set a rhythm. His hand lay gently on top of my head as if he was afraid to really thrust into my mouth.

Most guys were takers. Not Trevor. He was a giver, and right now he wasn’t sure how much I wanted him to take for a change. Fisting his cock from root to tip, I leaned back. “Grip my hair and fuck my mouth, Trev.”

“Christ,” he gasped, immediately taking hold of my hair and thrusting.

Yes. This is what I’d desired. Him not holding back. After the first bit of hesitancy, he set his pace, pushing down my throat, no longer hesitant in taking what I was offering. Finally, with one last push, he emptied himself in my mouth. I swallowed him down, greedy for the taste and the roar filling the room with his release.

Suddenly, I was pulled up, and his lips seized mine. Now it was my turn to be shocked. Most men didn’t kiss after, but he didn’t appear to mind. “Get on your knees on the bed with your hands gripping the head board, honey.”

Once again, he had me turned on with the authoritative side. I took my position, hearing him undress while I did so. But instead of coming up behind me, his face slid through the opening between my knees. “Ride my face, gorgeous.”

“Oh, God,” I panted, once his mouth took hold and his hands gripped my hips to grind me down onto his face. He’d moved my thong to the side, allowing him absolute access to my clit. And the man didn’t just eat, he fucking devoured me.

I exploded, but was quickly brought back up to the pinnacle of falling right over the edge again. “No more,” I pleaded, too sensitive, too raw.

As soon as he was clear from the suffocation zone, I collapsed, but I could feel my thong being dragged down the back of my legs. His hands caressed over my back, my ass, and then down my legs.

Bliss. This was bliss. But he wasn’t done. Instead, I could hear the sound of a condom foil, and I felt his fingers. Then, suddenly, he was filling me from behind, pulling up my hips and sticking a pillow under my pelvis to deepen the angle.

“Harder,” I moaned into the pillow, feeling my body start to shake from the build-up, loving the sound of the slapping of skin which permeated the room along with his breaths. I was close. But then he was pulling out. “Nooo, don’t stop.”

He dipped his fingers into my pussy and then trailed them up to my ass to circle the tight little bud.

“I won’t, honey.”

I gasped when his finger penetrated, using the lube from my climax to ease the entry.

Then he was in both places, working me in a rhythm which had me about to lose my mind. I came with such a ferocity I swore my legs went numb while my brain went blank. I heard him growl out his own climax and barely noticed his body weight collapsing on mine. Next, I felt him leave the bed, to go take care of things with the condom, I presumed.

I was immovably stuck in the same place when I felt the dip in the bed and his strong arms come around me from the back. “You all right?”

“Uh-huh.”

He chuckled. “You okay with me staying a bit?”

“Uh-huh.” I snuggled back into him, enjoying the intimacy far too much to overanalyze it. It was official: I’d been fucked senseless.

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