Page 20 of Winning Bid

“Yeah, I just … fuck,” she mutters before going back to my cock.

Now, it’s not only her core that tenses, but her pussy, too. She pulses on my tongue. Her breaths are ragged around my cock, and when she comes, I worry I might drown. But I’d do it for her. Anything for her pleasure.

She tries to roll off of me, but I follow her and end up on top. I turn to face her and let her taste herself on my tongue. “See? You taste amazing.”

Her sultry eyes send a jolt of heat through me. She pulls me down for another kiss, lapping herself up off my tongue. I hoist her legs over my shoulders and fold her in half before sliding myself into her pussy. Her shocked moans tell me it’s good, but when she gasps for breath, she tightly growls, “Yeah, baby, just like that!”

I’ve got her trapped beneath me. No more work talk. No more thoughts of the horrors of her day. Just me and her and this moment, pumping into her, connecting us like nothing else ever could. Sweat drips down my back while I pound into her. Fuck, this is everything. She is everything. When she comes again, her scream must carry into the hall because I’ve lost my hearing. Temporarily or not, it’s worth it. The woman of my dreams is squirming on my cock, better than any fantasy I’ve ever—no. There is one more thing.

I gentle her legs down and pull out, rolling her onto her side before she can even speak. I slide into her from behind and hook her thigh over my hip in the same fluid motion. Once in place, I start up with her clit as I fuck her slower from behind on our sides.

She babbles incoherently, shuddering against me as she rolls herself back for my length. It’s too good. If I don’t switch it up now, I’ll lose it. But then she clenches on me again, and I force my body to obey. Not yet. Not until she’s done.

June’s shriek is music to my ears. I keep at her until she tries to pull away. Only then do I let up on her clit. I pull out and aim for her ass. Without a word, I slide around there, waiting for her permission or her objection. She squirms against me, and I can’t tell which that is.

I growl in her ear, “You have five seconds before my cock is in your ass, baby.”

She whimpers, “Mm, yes.”

Thank god. I slide in, just the tip at first. But she tenses up. I tell her, “Breathe and let yourself relax. I’m not going to shove in. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you come apart the right way.”

She bobs her head, and I hear a big breath flow out of her perfect lips. “Okay.”

Gradually, I work my way in, back and forth just a half inch at a time. By her reactions from before, I don’t think she’s ever done this, and I want to make her crave it, so I reach around and start in on her clit again. A tremble courses through her, and I almost slide back out. But I get back in a second later, and she starts to roll back to meet me not long after. She likes it. Fuck, yes.

June pants, “Why does this feel so good?”

“Because it’s you and me, baby. You and me. I will always make you feel good if you let me.”

She murmurs more prayers than I can count, and in between them are curses that would make a sailor blush. Her head digs back against my shoulder as she shakes. A voice so hoarse I can hardly hear it rasps, “Close!”

“That’s my girl. Come with my cock buried in your ass.” I add a finger into her pussy, keeping my palm on her clit. I’m fucking her pussy and her ass together, and I’ve never felt so electric in my life. Her ass is so tight and all mine. Every part of me is wrapped up in her pleasure. It’s too much. Heat broils me from the inside. I’m ready to pop, but then she lets out a guttural, primal thing from her very soul, and I vow to keep going. She rocks so hard against me that I’m convinced I’ll bruise her ass with my hip bones. Something sears me from the inside out, and I can’t keep going. This is too fucking good. “You’re gonna make me come?—"

“Yes!” she bellows.

I pull out, shooting on her back and marking her as mine.

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12

JUNE

Who turned the lights on? Anderson is still in bed, and I didn’t do it. Maybe turndown service? But why would?—"

Oh shit. It’s morning!

“Anderson, wake up! We overslept!” I jump out of bed, not waiting for him to respond. On my way to the shower, I hear him mumble into the pillow, but I can’t stop now. I have the Kerwin presentation in less than an hour.

Never have I scrubbed a debauched night off my body so fast. But even as I rub the soap all over, I can’t stop thinking about last night. Not the presentation work. Anderson. The way he touched me in places I’ve never let anyone else explore…hell, I’m getting distracted. Focus, June.

Promising my body to revisit what we did is the only way for me to get out of the shower without jumping his bones. I’m still tender from last night, but I am so game for that again. It was earth-shattering, and I want more.

I throw on the pantsuit I had packed last night as Anderson manages to sit up in bed. “Good morning. I am sorry to fly out of here, but?—"

“It’s fine, baby,” he says with a sleepy smile. “I have to get going, too. But I have a little more leeway on when I walk into the office than you do.”

I nod once, then bend over for a kiss. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap for a better kiss, one that swipes any thought I had of work and replaces them with thoughts of last night. I growl in his mouth, annoyed that I have to pull away. “One of us has to be a responsible adult.”

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