Page 73 of Loathe at First Sight

Evening O's and Morning Wood

Jack

Ihave no idea how we got here. One minute, Liz stormed in here, accusing me of trying to keep her away from Jamie, and the next, I am making her come on my cock.

When she stood in my office and yelled at me, I just couldn’t let her walk away.

Immediately, I worried that I would regret my decision. Would this whole thing turn out to be a colossal mistake?

But when I look down at her and see her brown eyes looking back at me, all hazy as she comes down from her orgasm, I don’t give a fuck if I regret it or not.

Right now…this makes it all worth it.

I meant what I said. I knew the moment I kissed her, I didn’t know if I would be able to stop. It’s even more true now that we’ve taken it further.

If we go back to hating each other, I don’t know how I’ll keep my hands to myself. Maybe we can still have ‘hate sex’ just to keep things interesting because I don’t know how we can go back to the way things were.

If I thought Liz Lawson was sexy before, I had no idea what she would look like naked and in bed with me. Everything she does turns me on so bad I feel like I’m constantly teetering on the edge.

The way she moans my name.

How she arches her back when I take one of her cute nipples into my mouth.

The feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock.

When I ask her what she wants, and she replies with, “more,” I about lose my shit. I want to give her more. I want to give her everything. I want to do every dirty deed I can think of with this woman.

I lean down to kiss her, teasing her with my tongue while I increase the speed of my hips again. Her fingers dig into my back, and I know she’s enjoying herself.

The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.

In a low voice, I ask, “Do you want me to make this pussy come again?”

Of course, this woman can’t just say yes. She’s far too naughty for that. She looks up at me with a wicked grin on her lips. “Do you think you can?”

She’s driving me crazy with that mouth of hers.

I might have to return the favor.

Later. Right now, I have a point to prove.

I grab a pillow from the head of the bed and shove it under her ass before taking her long legs and setting them on my shoulders.

Ever since Liz walked into my life, I’ve thought about what it would be like to be between these luscious legs of hers. I tried not to. After all, we are supposed to loathe each other. But I just couldn’t help myself. The woman is too sexy for her own good.

Seeing her like this is better than anything I could have imagined.

Once I have her in place, I get back to the task at hand—fucking the shit out of her. Holding onto her legs, I pound into her.

My eyes stay glued to her, trying to take in every little thing. She looks up at me through hooded lashes while her moans get louder. Her fingers reach up to squeeze her nipples.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, threatening to send me over the edge. I refuse to let go until I make Liz come at least one more time.

Reaching between her legs, I use my thumb to rub her clit. I try a few different speeds and pressures to see which one she likes the most. I can tell when she’s enjoying herself because she can’t seem to sit still.

I pump into her harder and faster while continuing to rub her sweet spot. It only takes a couple of minutes before she’s coming again.

Listening to her scream my name is enough to send me into my own orgasm. I come so fucking hard. I could say that it’s because I haven’t been laid in a while, but I know that wouldn’t be true. It’s all Liz. She’s incredible.

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