Page 178 of Catfish

“I’m really taking you to your bedroom.”

“You’re old.” I chuckle, giving her another, harder, bite to the column of her neck as I spread her ass cheeks with my hands.

The moment I hit the doorway of lilac walls and a queen-size bed, I believe I have the room. I don't pay much more attention to the rest because the woman of my damn nightmares is in my hands, and I'd like to settle on only that for the next few hours.

Because it will take a few hours to satisfy only a small portion of my need for this woman.

"Get ready for round one," I announce, carelessly laying us onto her bed. "With my old ass."

My bodyweight hits hers before I straighten and kneel with her in between me and the mattress.

I take her in—alluring and breathtaking as she lays over a white comforter, which only makes her features pop out even more. My imagination never thought up what exists in front of me right now. Nothing even compares to it.

I’ve underestimated how gorgeous she’d look beneath me and overestimated how confident I’d be—which is so far beyond what I'm feeling now. I’m not built for someone like Reagan, she’d rip me up and throw me out quicker than I would have in my college dorm to a one-night stand over a decade ago.

“Thinking about your plan of attack?” Reagan quips with a smile, her arms laid out over her head.

“Just taking in the view,” I deadpan.

Reaching behind her, she begins to unhook her bra, letting the straps loosen around her shoulders as my fingers itch to just rip it off if it wouldn’t hurt her. Pulling it from her body, my next exhale is loud as hell.

I can’t help but feel overwhelmed, fully receptive it’s been a long ass time since I’ve fucked a woman. That anyone ever received my full attention before to the point where it was unbearable.

Her breasts are more than a handful, perky, and enticingly fuckable. I don’t get to study them but for a split second because Reagan leans up, rolling the hem of my shirt over my torso.

“Fair is fair,” she conveys, unwrapping me like a gift at Christmas. I help tug it over my head then immediately fasten on to her lips.

She's the perfect mixture of soft and rough. Each press of our mouths only makes the room hotter, my head spins, and the reality of this fades into a dream.

Because that’s what this is.

The tip of Reagan’s tongue trails up my abdomen like it’s made of candy away from where my cock wants it to be.

More teasing.

Aggravating.

Enticing the beast within me to take her.

My hand goes to her hair, feeling the soft tresses through my fingers as she begins to work at the button of my jeans. The moment my cock springs free, playtime is over.

My palms shove at her shoulders to get her to lie back, going along with her to pepper long kisses to her collarbone and down her breasts.

Licking one of her nipples, I begin to suck and soothe with my mouth and the tip of my tongue. A soft moan leaves her lips as I work with one hand to remove my jeans off my ass and kick them down my legs.

Each groan and tug of my hair gets me to move faster. I want her in every position, in every way because this will probably be the only time we’ll be able to do this. Regret might sink in with her, a possible awkwardness in the workplace and me—I won’t apologize for a damn thing.

“Flip on your stomach,” I order, moving on the bed to allow her to do so. She follows my instructions as I hook my arm around her middle and pull her onto her knees. “Condom?”

She points to her bedside table, and I rummage through it, grabbing a gold packet and mentally smirking that they weren't at the top.

No one has had this pussy in a while or at least not in her bedroom.

Keep your thoughts off that bullshit.

Rolling the rubber over my length, I position my cock to her opening.

“Look at me.” Reagan peers over her shoulder, meeting my eyes that I know are glossed over in fervor for her. I won’t try to disguise it for anything else because of her comment earlier.

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