Page 76 of Negotiating Tactics

Not now.

She locked her eyes with mine, and I caressed her cheek, my body rocked with the sensation of touching my cock through her cheek. Her breath was warm against my thighs, and between that sensation and the sight of her lips stretched wide around my thickness, my cock jerked.

Alex relaxed and took in another inch, then another, her determination clear on her face.

She’d said she would take all of me one day.

It wouldn’t be today, though.

I pushed gently on her shoulders and then pulled her up the length of my body and kissed her.

She straddled me, and I stared up at her, the warmth, softness, and weight of her curves in my arms perfection.

“Put my cock inside you,” I said.

She nodded, then reached between us, her motions unsteady as she centered over me and lowered inch by inch, her warm channel gripping me like it had been made for me and me alone.

At that thought, I tightened my hold on her waist and thrust up to close that last inch, bringing us fully together.

She tried to move, but I tightened my grip, hold her in place as I fucked her, bare skin against bare skin.

Something I had never, ever, shared with anyone else.

I hadn’t even been tempted.

But feeling Alex like this confirmed something I’d known but hadn’t yet accepted.

Alex was mine, and I would never let her go.

My cock twitched, and then I stilled, my cock jerking inside her as I spilled my cum.

Alex shivered, but I held her, then gripped her face in my hand.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She hadn’t come, which as far as I was concerned was inexcusable.

Alex didn’t seem to agree.

Instead, she kissed me deeply then caressed my cheek.

“I’m not. That was wonderful,” she said.

I shifted, started to disengage.

Then froze when a buzz filled the room. I looked around to locate the source of the sound.

“Is that an alarm clock?” I said.

I thought it was beyond adorable that she still used an actual clock when most people just used their phones.

“Yeah,” she said, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She looked down at me, regret in her eyes. “You have to go,” she said.

Nineteen

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