Page 24 of Dirty Intentions

“You’re lucky it wasn’t him. What the hell were you thinking?”

Seriously, he was lecturing me with him on the precipice of penetration? I shifted my hips to remind him of exactly where we were. “Green, Shane.”

“Fuck.” He thrust into me deep on one stroke, filling me completely and holding himself still.

“Kiss me again.” I leaned up, pausing a millimeter away from his lips, pleasantly amazed when he framed my face.

“Last one.”

Could I help the moment of triumph? “Guess you’d better make it good, then.”

He possessed my mouth while I released my second hand allowing me to move both down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper inside of me.

His tongue warred with mine. I became uninhibited in what I was taking or past the point of caring if he had set a time limit to this final kiss.

He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t overly harsh. Instead, he wavered between the two. A bite, a soft suck to soothe. And I was lost. Lost in this exquisite torture as he pumped in and out of me.

“Oh, God.” I could feel it building. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with desire.

“Open them,” he demanded.

“I’m going to come.”

“Look at me when you do. Don’t you dare close them.”

Considering he was a man who didn’t want the intimacy of a kiss, having an orgasm while staring deeply into his eyes wasn’t exactly impersonal. In fact, I’d never experienced anything more personal.

“Fuck,” he muttered, shifting his hands to lift up my lower body. This primed it for his delicious assault of stroking my G-spot over and over until he ground out his own climax.

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Shane

Fuck was right. As in I was royally fucked that I’d let go of my boundaries with this woman. And yet I hadn’t been able to help myself. The sweet taste of her lips and the surprising talent of her tongue were like a drug. If I wasn’t careful, I’d become addicted.

I told myself this was only to give her the ‘fantasy.’ That it was a one-time thing. But as her tight cunt squeezed my cock with her orgasm, I knew one time wouldn’t nearly be enough.

“You okay?” I was slick with sweat and not nearly done with her.

She unclasped her sexy legs from around my waist, allowing me to pull out.

After standing up, I disposed of the condom in the cleverly hidden trash receptacle beside the bed. I then found her eyes traveling up and down my body.

“You’re gorgeous,” she blurted as though unable to help herself.

“I’m glad you like what you see. Now turn over.”

She raised a brow. Just when I thought she’d have a saucy reply, she instead flipped over onto her stomach, allowing me a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass.

“By the way, what happened to Javier?”

I laughed that she was just now asking. “I intercepted him and told him about the change of plans.”

“I thought you had a show to do tonight.”

“Max is happily filling in.” I didn’t want to go into why I didn’t want Javier to see her like this. Touch her. Be with her. I realized the double standard as I’d been about to perform with other women.

My hands massaged her cheeks first. I enjoyed the moan of ecstasy I got when I moved the pressure to her lower back. Trailing my hand down, I played with her pussy, enjoying the slick view of it from this angle. “I wonder how far you’d have let Javier get.”

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