Page 33 of Some Like It Hot

She shivers. “Yes, sir.”

She bends over the back of the couch and for a second, I simply stand and marvel at the magnificent sight. Her heavy breasts hang free from the top of her dress, and I reach around and cup them, plucking at the nipples and making her moan. Then I run my hand over the curve of her ass. I squeeze both globes, relishing the softness and how I’m going to be able to grip her tightly as I pound into her.

“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since the hockey game,” I tell her, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “I hope you can actually take what I want to give you.”

She looks back at me over her shoulder, her expression open and happy. “I can take whatever you want to give me, Mr. Armstrong.”

I rip open the front of my pants, shoving my boxers down, and taking my cock in hand, giving it three long angry strokes. Her gaze zeros in on my cock and she licks her lips.

“Oh, I can’t wait to feel those perfect red lips around my cock. But first I need your pussy.”

She nods quickly. “Yes, please.”

I grab my wallet and fish out a condom before shoving my pants to the floor. I roll it on, then grip her hips.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now?”

“I hope gorgeous enough that all you can think about is fucking me hard and deep.”

She’s fucking perfect. “It will be my pleasure.”

Without another word, I line my cock up and thrust. I don’t take it easy. I don’t have the impression that Elise needs it tender and slow. And if the way she arches and pushes back into me and her loud, “Yes!” is any indication, I am completely right.

I set up a quick, hard pace, and she’s with me every step.

She gasps and moans, giving me lots of “oh God!”, and “Mr. Armstrong!”, and of course, my favorite, “Simon!”

She’s everything I thought she would be and more. She’s hot and soft and tight and enthusiastic. And I know even before I come that I will never get tired of fucking this woman. I want her in every position, every situation I can dream up. Anything and everything that will bring this woman pleasure—whether it is a chai latte or a trip around the world or mind-blowing orgasms—I want to give it all to her.

Soon my orgasm is barreling straight at me.

“Elise, I need you to come, love,” I say through gritted teeth.

“I’m so close. I’m so close, Simon,” she pants.

I reach around and find her clit, rubbing over it, then pinching. “Come on me, sweetheart.”

She shatters, her pussy gripping me as she cries out my name.

I let go. I pound into her until my balls draw up, and I feel everything in me explode into her.

“Elise! Fuck!”

I pump one last time, then slump forward over her back, kissing her shoulder, then pulling out, I tug her to stand, then turn her so that I can enfold her in my arms.

She wraps her arms around my neck, her forehead against my chest, as we both breathe hard, trying to catch our breath.

Finally, I pull back and look into her face.

She gives me a happy, slightly goofy smile.

I drop a kiss on her forehead, then pull the top of her dress up and the bottom of her dress down.

“Bathroom?” I ask.

She points and I head in that direction to deal with the condom.

When I return, she is leaning on the back of the couch, still breathing a little hard.

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