Page 34 of Strike Zone

“We’re not even buddies.”

“We could be. We are if you choose to acknowledge it. Yes, we spend ninety-nine percent of our time together fucking, but I’ve started looking forward to the one percent.”

“You’re tired of me?”

“This is what I’m talking about. How do you get that from what I just said? You add two and two and come up with five. I enjoy your company. I like the quiet moments when we’re boneless and breathless, and you make me laugh. When you let yourself be vulnerable, you’re fucking resplendent.”

There’s a visible change in her demeanor the moment she puts her walls up. I’ve pushed her too far, too quickly. Standing from the table, she grabs the finished plates and takes them into the kitchen.

“You can leave that. I’ve got it.”

“You cooked, so it’s the right thing to do. Clean up. I have time before I need to go.”

I follow behind her, standing at her back as she rinses the dishes off in the sink. “What are you afraid of, Diana? That maybe I see you, and I like what I see?”

She turns to face me, sliding her hand over my crotch. “You see what I want you to see, Linc. This is what I’m here for, pretty boy, so do you want to fuck me or not?”

Tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear, I caress her cheek, willing her to give me a chance. “You know I do, but what if I want more? A date. Dinner and a movie, maybe some drinks after. Then, all the sex you can handle.” I lean in, pressing my lips to her in a chaste kiss. “One date.” I continue to kiss her between each word. “You… might… like… it.”

“No.” She drops her hand from massaging my cock to a raging boner, my balls aching as she shoves me away and walks over to the living room. “This is me… take it or leave it.” She grasps the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her head before tossing it on my couch.

“Diana.”

“Stop with the Diana. You’re the only person who calls me that. It’s Dee.” She unhooks her bra, letting it slide off her shoulder and down to the floor.

“It’s never bothered you before, especially when I’m shouting your name as I come inside you. Tell me you don’t love the way it sounds on my lips.”

She snakes her fingers under the sides of her panties and pushes them down her hips, standing naked in nothing but a pair of sexy as hell heels. “Take me… or leave me.”

It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to try to resist the urge to fuck now and talk later. “I want you. I want more of you.”

“And if this is all I can give?” She parts her legs, letting her hand slip between them, blazing a trail of fire to the apex of her thighs. “You don’t want it?”

I may be attempting to cultivate something more with this woman, but I’m not a fucking saint. Unzipping my fly, I close the gap between us, my cock aching to be inside her. Any coherent thoughts of attempting to be a gentleman are gone—forgotten.

My lips crash down on hers as I pull her into my arms, her naked flesh like manna from heaven. She unbuttons my shirt with expert fingers before shoving it off my shoulders and moving to my pants. I can’t get enough of her, wanting to taste every inch of her at once.

“Fuck, Diana, I need you.”

Her hand fists my cock as she shoves my pants and boxers just low enough for me to spring free. There’s no softness in her touch, only raw, desperate hunger for more. “Fuck me, Linc. Hard.”

I see red, all sound judgment out the window as I hoist her into my arms. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She does as I ask without question, her slick pussy grinding against my erection. Jesus Christ. It’s too fucking good, we’re not going to make it to the bedroom tonight. Finding the nearest wall, I press her back against it for purchase, circling my hips as her arousal coats the length of my cock.

“You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you right now, no holds barred.”

“Then do it.” She slides one hand between us, positioning my cock at her entrance, rendering me helpless to resist. “I have an IUD. Fuck me.”

I take her in one sharp thrust of my hips, the warmth of her pussy tightening around me as I sink balls deep, making her take every hard inch of me. I’ve never taken a woman bareback before, and the fact that it’s Diana only serves to heighten the sensation to a fever pitch. A guttural roar escapes me in a voice that’s unrecognizable.

“Fucking hell.”

“Oh God, Linc. Yes… fuck… yes!” Every move, every twitch of her muscles is a lightning rod of ecstasy, igniting me as every nerve ending in my body sparks to life. There’s no room for gentle, slow, or steady. This is a primal, unbridled, uncontrollable fuck.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus… Diana.” Her name rings out in a litany of worship as she grinds against me, pushing me higher and higher, her moans of pleasure almost too much for me to handle.

“Linc… I’m so close. I can’t. I need. Oh fuck, please.” I hammer into her, driving harder with each thrust until she loses control, screaming my name as she orgasms, milking my cock, ripping my release from the very core of my being.

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