Page 26 of Strike Zone

She doesn’t relent, enjoying the fact that I’m at her mercy, worshiping at the altar of her slick, tight little pussy. Jesus Christ. I grab her hips to temper her rhythm, entranced by the way her breasts move with every thrust. God, she’s so beautiful, like a Botticelli painting come to life.

Bracing her hands on my chest, her hair cascades in waves, teasing her nipples as she rides me hard. I need to get her under me so I can set the pace and enjoy exploring every inch of her lean, toned body, but she won’t relinquish her control.

“Oh God… you’re so big, Linc… yes!”

I arch up on the bed, pulling myself into a sitting position before taking her with a fierce kiss, setting the same punishing rhythm of her hips. Sliding my hand between us, I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb with just enough pressure to make her moan.

“You like that?”

“Don’t stop.” She bucks wildly against my hand, milking my cock with every stroke, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Kiss me, Diana.” She doesn’t hesitate, her lips crashing down on mine. There’s a moment she lets her guard down, her muscles relax, and her breasts press tight to my chest as she wraps her arms around me, digging her nails into my back.

Our bodies are slick with a sheen of sweat as I continue my ministrations, her hips keeping time as she climbs higher and higher.

“Oh God… I’m so close… oh fuck… Linc. Oh God… yes!” One final flick of my thumb and she crashes over the edge, her pace quickening as her muscles tighten around me.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” She silences me with a kiss, her pulse racing as she rides the aftershocks of her orgasm, pulling me with her until I can’t hold on any longer.

I come so hard I’m seeing white, her pussy contracting around me with every wave of pleasure, the ebb and flow sending ripples of ecstasy throughout every nerve ending in my body. It’s intense, amazing, and almost painful but in the best fucking way.

We collapse in a heap of tangled limbs, but Diana is quick to extricate herself from my embrace, pulling a sheet around herself as if we haven’t just shared the most intimate of acts.

“Wow.” I wait for her to say something else, but apparently, that’s all she’s got. For a woman who doesn’t know when to stop berating me, I’m a little stunned.

“Yeah. That was… intense.”

“I’m going for a shower.”

“Is that an invitation? I’m down for round two being wet and wild, just give me a second to catch my breath.”

She turns to me with an almost mystified expression. She’s not an easy woman to read.

“Are you okay, southpaw? Did I hurt you or something?”

“No. It was… good.”

“Good? Well, shit. I definitely need to up my game this time around.” I don’t believe that was just ‘okay’ for her. She came so hard her legs were shaking uncontrollably, but if she wants to goad me into riding her harder and longer, I’m down for that. I stalk her into the bathroom, and the second the water is running, I lift her into my arms, forcing her to drop the sheet and hold on tight. “Good isn’t what I’m going for. Get ready for amazing.”

I lose myself in seconds and thirds, fucking in the shower, going down on her on the bathroom countertop before finding our way back to the bed for the finale. Holy shit. By the time we’re done, I don’t think I have any cum left in my balls. She’s a spitfire, to say the least, and I’m exhausted. Closing my eyes, I turn to face her, but the blissed-out smile of only moments ago has been replaced by the firm set of her brow and a stern glare.

“Time to go. You’re not sleeping here.”

“What?”

“I don’t sleep with a stranger in my bed.”

“We’re not exactly strangers now, are we?”

“Fine. Acquaintances who shared a handful of orgasms.”

“Have it your way.” As I root around the bedroom on a treasure hunt for my clothes, I glance back at the bed, Diana tangled up in the sheets looking ethereal in her beauty.

“Remember, Linc, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

“It doesn’t have to be just Vegas. Haven’t you heard? What happens in Manhattan…”

“I’m going to stop you there, lover boy. This was a one-time thing. We’re not going to call each other with giddy excitement and go for picnics in Central Park together. You’re…”

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