Page 46 of Walk Off

“Fine, we can talk, but would you please just fuck me first?” She was practically panting, and when his tongue touched her ear unexpectedly, she shivered.

“I’ll fuck you and I’ll fuck you good.” His words penetrated her soul. “Bedroom.”

She used her arm and pointed to the right where her room was. She made a mental note to thank Ruby for insisting she have a room on the opposite side of the apartment from Jasmine. She had a feeling she was going to have a hard time being quiet.

Then, in a move that shocked the hell out of her and practically made her come on the spot, he hoisted her up so his hands were gripping her ass and she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. He moved swiftly through her small apartment to her bedroom all the while kissing and licking her neck. By the time they made it to her room and he shut the door behind them, she was on fire.

Her hands were pulling at his clothes, and rather than put her down on the bed, he pushed her against the door. “You taste so fucking good.” His mouth was everywhere, or at least it seemed like it was everywhere.

She finally got his coat and shirt off and wasted no time running her hand over his toned chest. “God, your muscles are so sexy.”

He lifted his head, a grin on his face. “I had muscles eight years ago.”

“Not like these, you didn’t.” She traced around his nipple, and then, just to test, squeezed it gently.

He groaned deep in his chest. “Shit, do that again.” His eyes held hers as she did what he asked. His eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open. He loved it.

Wasn’t that interesting.

She wasn't the only one who liked it a little kinky.

“Celia,” he murmured her name when she ran her finger over his nipple again. She loved the sound of her name on his lips. She’d always hated her name until she’d met Kyle. The way he’d said it, smooth and seductively, had changed her mind. After their summer together, she’d hated anyone else saying her name, because no one could ever say it the way he did.

He pressed his body harder against hers, his cock nestled perfectly against her core. Both of them moaned, and that ended the slow portion of their evening.

He fused his lips to hers in a demanding kiss, all while pressing against her and pulling clothes from her body. Luckily, she’d been dressed for bed in loose pants and a t-shirt. No bra and no underwear.

She was starting to be very thankful that her doctor had told her that not wearing underwear to bed was ideal. She’d have to remember to send her a thank you note.

When his fingers found her wet and hot pussy, she moaned at the same time he said, “Jesus Christ, you're wet.” He slid his fingers up and down her pussy driving her mad with each swipe near her clit.

“You have me pushed against the door with your dick pressed against me. Of course, I’m wet.”

He smiled, his lips nibbling hers. “Is this a fantasy of yours?”

Everything and anything as long as it was with him was a fantasy. She wasn’t about to tell him that so she went with the obvious answer. “Yes.”

He pushed two fingers inside her hard, making her cry out. “Fuck my fingers.”

It was like he was reading her mind. She had so many things she wanted to do when it came to sex. He was her only experience and thanks to porn and books, she knew what she wanted to try.

This was one of those things.

Although she’d never imagined doing it against the door of her bedroom. Good thing she was game to try anything.

She rode his hand, moaning and groaning until he placed his other palm over her mouth. “You have to be quiet. Our daughter is not that far away.”

Of all the things in the world that could make her come, she’d never thought the words our daughter would be the ones that did it. Something about hearing him talk like they were a couple, like they belonged together as a family, sent her flying over the edge.

It seemed she had a whole new kink.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, kissing her deeply.

With the finesse of a pro baseball player, he spun them around and lowered her to the bed. The lamp next to her bed was on so she could easily watch him as he removed his shoes and pants. At the wedding, she’d been so concerned with him seeing her body and noticing that she didn’t look the same as she had all those years ago. This time, he took in her naked figure and the heat in his gaze told her he didn’t mind the stretch marks or the small belly she still had from carrying Jasmine.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He stood in front of her completely naked, his cock large and jutting forward like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.

Inside her.

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