Page 10 of Flexible Standards

My jaw tics, and I stifle a groan. “Did he tell you that?” Her laughter ceases, and it’s all the confirmation I need that some fucking arsehole took a piece of her and never gave it back. “Fucking wanker. I obviously don’t know who this Stephanie woman is, but if it’s any consolation, my cock has been fucking hard since the moment I met you. But even if you were terrible in bed, sex doesn’t involve only one person.” I grip her chin and lean in until we’re nearly sharing a breath. “You, Isla, are not terrible in bed.” I pull her closer and kiss her softly. “Don’t make me fuck that shit idea right out of that pretty head of yours.”

Isla whimpers against my lips, and I have to keep my anger at bay at the thought that any man ever made her feel less than absolutely stunning and extraordinary. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want her, she’s a kindred spirit who called to me as soon as I sat down at that bar. I’ll be damned if she sees herself the way that prick did.

As much as I love her wearing my clothes, I slide my hands down and take my time pulling my shirt off of her, savouring the feeling of her soft skin under my fingertips. I toss it to the ground with her clothes from earlier.

“I owe you three more, angel.”

Her eyes widen. “One.”

“This isn’t a negotiation. Three.”

Isla purses her lips, her eyes now narrowed on me. “Two.”

Fuck, I like this girl.

“Three.”

“Two and a half.” Her lip tilts up, but she quickly schools her expression.

“What the hell is a half orgasm?” I laugh, and she shrugs in response. “Three.”

“Zero.”

“Zero?” I choke out. She stands, and I can’t help pulling her to me and kissing below her breasts. “You win. Zero it is.”

The taunt works a little too well, and she climbs onto my lap, her wet cunt pressed against me. I ache to be inside her, but I want it to be because she wants me, not just what might be her first fuck after a divorce.

Her hands cupped around my neck, my fingers dimple her perfect arse to pull her impossibly closer. “You have work in the morning, love.”

While she may be using me, my cock doesn’t seem to care. I lift her enough to slide inside her tight cunt and pull her body flush with me, a groan escaping me. She wraps her arms around me, sighing a whimper. She feels too fucking good, too perfect, too… right. I roll her hips, pushing deeper.

Her breath heavy, she manages, “I thought you said zero.”

“You haven’t come yet. I could bring you right to the brink, then cruelly take it away.” The idea of edging her for a night is enticing… but not tonight. I want her to come with her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock, the three more times I promised her.

“Fuck! We forgot a condom.”

Isla scambles off of me and rushes to the bedroom to retrieve one, leaving me on the couch with my cock slick with her. I can’t fucking help myself; I chase after her and toss her onto the bed. She laughs on the landing, and I find my own damn condom, ripping open the package with my teeth, and sliding the rubber onto my cock.

“I told you three, Isla. All joking aside, I’m a man of my word.”

Her laughter ceases immediately, propping herself onto her elbows, which only makes her pert tits lift higher. I brace myself on the bed with one hand on either side of her. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shy away from me being this close to her.

“Let’s make one thing clear, angel: you’re nowhere near done tonight. Even if I come, you’re giving me three before I let you rest.”

She sits up, snaking her hand around my neck and pulling me in for a brutal kiss I didn’t expect. I lose my balance and fall on top of her, making both of us laugh. I anticipate an apology from her that never comes, and it only makes me kiss her harder.

I don’t care if it’s messy, I don’t give a fuck if she shifts and loses her orgasm. I’ll build her back up and take another from her.

I’d give anything to have you loosen up and ride my face right now.

“What did you say?”

My lips never leave hers as I admit, “Fuck. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“What did you say?” she repeats.

“Doesn’t matter. On all fours, hands on the wall or headboard.” I pull back, waiting for her to do as I asked. She looks at my headboard and back at me with a cocked eyebrow. “I’ll always stop when you need me to.”

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