Page 2 of Unexpected Love

“Yes. I want you to use,” she palms my hard cock through my dress pants, “this. I want you to make me come.”

I don’t think she knows what she’s asking. I have a tendency to be a little rough, a little intense. I’m not sure if I can rein it in, not with her, and that is what I tell her. “Baby, I don’t think you could handle this ride.”

Her lips quirk, and she trails her hand to the button of my pants. With a quick flick of her fingers, they’re undone and my zipper is down. I should stop her, but I’m dying to know what she is going to do next. Chloe doesn’t disappoint when she reaches inside my pants, wrapping her hand around my cock…or at least trying to. My size can sometimes be a problem.

Chloe’s eyes widen comically before she bites her lip and then licks them. I swear my cock pulses in her hand. A drop of come beads at the tip, and she swipes her thumb across it before bringing it up to her mouth and sucking it in. She does this sexy little moan. “You taste good.” A groan slips past my lips.

I should send her on her way and tell her I’m not interested, but I am. Right now I want her so bad I can taste it. My blood is pumping hard through my veins, my cock is leaking, and my body is strung tight.

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Chloe

I shouldn’t be here right now—I’m too old for him. Hell, I held him when he was a toddler. I’ve heard stories about him, and I know he’s a ladies man. But to be honest, I need a self-esteem boost. A year ago, I was dating Teddy—a total douche bag, but I looked past that because he was gorgeous and good in bed. That was until I found him out at a club one night, two other women hanging on him, and overheard him talk about how frigid I was in bed. They all laughed at my expense. I didn’t bother confronting him because I was humiliated.

I’d snapped a picture of the three of them, and in the parking lot I texted it to him with a big “Fuck You” attached. Then I went to my brother’s, where I got drunk on Jack Daniel’s and then passed right the fuck out. I haven’t been with a man since then, and I just need to know if it’s true what he said.

I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking a finger in. He groans, and I feel my panties get damp. His cornflower blue eyes darken. I pull his finger from my mouth, take his hand, and place it between my legs. He sucks in a breath, and I know it’s because he can feel how wet I am through my panties. I press his fingers against my clit and move them slowly, moaning because it feels so exquisite.

He holds my stare as I feel his fingers move under the gusset of my panties, sliding through my wetness. My eyes start to close. “Keep them open,” he growls. They pop back open, and goosebumps break out all over my body. A shiver wracks my body as he pushes one finger inside of me. My head falls back, and I moan loud and long.

Joe finally bends down, and his lips are on mine. I open to him immediately, welcoming his tongue to duel with mine. It’s quite clear that he can kiss. His tongue strokes mine, and between that, his finger in my pussy, and my dry spell, I feel like I’m going to come and soon.

I let go of Joe’s hand as he pulls his finger out of me and then pushes two back inside. A groan slips from my lips right into his mouth. My hands wind around the back of his head, and I sink further into the kiss. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispers. “Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”

My channel spasms around his fingers, and it’s his turn to groan against my lips. He curls his fingers inside of me, and he rubs circles around my clit with his thumb. The orgasm hits me hard. Pulling my mouth from his, I cry out. “That’s it, give it to me.” A squelching sound fills the room, and I know it’s because I get really, really wet when I come.

Joe pulls his fingers from my spasming core and brings them to his lips. His tongue lashes out, licking and sucking the soaked digits. I swear just watching him I have a mini-orgasm. He pulls them from his mouth, and his lips curl up in the corners. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

It happens so fast. I fly through the air, and my back hits the wall. My legs automatically wrap around his hips. I hear the unmistakable sound of material ripping, and then my panties are gone. His lips are suddenly on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and we’re coming together in a gnashing of teeth and flesh.

One hand disappears, and he presses into me harder against the wall. Then I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then his hips pull back from me. “Pull me out.” I reach between us and drag his zipper down. I reach inside, freeing him from his pants. After taking the condom from him, I slowly sheath him, wishing I could see it better because I’m sure it’s a thing of beauty.

He lines up his cock with my entrance. “Are you ready for me?” His voice is laced with lust.

“Yes,” I whisper. His lips hit mine again before thrusting inside me deep and hard. I cry out because it’s that fine line between pleasure and pain. He doesn’t move, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion. An ache starts deep inside me, and I need him to move. “Please.”

“Please what?” he whispers against my lips.

“I need you to fuck me.” That’s all he needs to hear before he pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts back inside. “Yes,” I cry out.

His lips move to my neck. “You feel so good, baby. So tight…so wet…warm.” The sounds of slapping flesh fill the room, and my eyes roll as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck.

It doesn’t take long before that feeling below starts to build and I’m close to coming. Joe’s lips move until they’re back on mine. We’re not kissing—our lips are merely touching, our breaths mingling. My head flies back, banging into the wall as I come and harder than before.

I keep coming as we’re moving. My back hits the bed, and he begins thrusting into me at a punishing pace. I cry out with each thrust until finally he plants himself to the root and groans against my lips.

Our panting breaths fan against each other’s cheeks. I let my hands drift lightly up and down his back. He pushes up and looks down at me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shake my head. “No, you didn’t.”

He touches his lips to mine. “Good.” I whimper as he pulls out of me and gets up and disappears into the bathroom.

I ease off the bed, already sore between my legs, but I don’t care. It’ll be nice to have that reminder, and now I have the validation that I’m not cold in bed. I pick up my dress off the floor, but before I can get it on, it’s being yanked out of my hands. Joe turns me around to face him, and I can’t help but check out his amazing body. He’s lean but muscular, his arms are covered in ink, and he’s got that v-cut under his abs that makes women do crazy things. None of it compares to his cock. It’s long and thick, and my mouth waters to taste it.

He raises an eyebrow, and I sink to my knees. I grab his cock in my hand and drag my tongue up the underside of it. It starts getting hard again. Slowly I work him over until he’s completely hard. My tongue swirls around the tip before sucking him deep. My lips are stretched tight around his length. I reach down, grab his balls in my other hand, and massage them.

There is a bite of pain as he spears his fingers through my hair and begins fucking my mouth. His urgent grunts and groans are music to my ears. “I’m gonna come,” he says, warning me, but I continue sucking. The first splash of come on my tongue is warm and salty, and I moan at the taste. He keeps coming until he finally pulls his softening cock from my mouth.

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