Page 20 of The Businesswoman and the Bartender

“I what? Earned it?”

Her stomach flipped over viciously. “That’s not what I was going to say,” she whispered.

His features eased, and he bowed his head, resting it gently against her brow. “I know it’s not,” he said on a shaky exhale. “But I just—I don’t—”

Unable to find the words, he paused, and his body sagged in the silence. When his hand fell away from between her thighs, she grabbed his wrist and placed it back there, right where it belonged. A rumble vibrated from his chest, like the distant sound of thunder, and his frame straightened.

“I just wantyou, okay?” he said, voice hoarse with emotion.

Nodding, she pressed her lips to his tentatively. “I understand.”

He turned her cautious kiss into one of pure obsession, pushing his erection against her belly. His hands snared her hips roughly, and April knew this coupling wouldn’t be soft and sweet. No, it was destined to be wild and angry because it was their last night together, and she couldn’t allow it to be romantic.

“Fuck me from behind. Right here,” she implored, snapping open the button of her jeans and pulling down the zipper. “Bend me over and fuck me.”

He whipped her around with a guttural groan, and she planted her hands against the wall. With a ferocious shove, he dragged her jeans and panties to bunch around her thighs. Moisture flooded her core when he pressed one hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her back to arch. She was on display for him, and it made her tremble with need.

Facing the wall, she was at the mercy of only a few senses. His belt clanked as he unbuckled it, and then the rip of the condom packet filled the space, both noises mixing with her already labored breathing. He swiped two fingers through her pussy to make sure she was wet enough, and then he shoved his cock home.

She cried out and dug her nails into the wall, wishing it was the flesh of his back. The restriction of her jeans meant her legs were fixed together, providing a delicious tightness as he drilled deep, his hands gripping her ribcage. She pushed back onto his cock, slapping her bottom against his groin, and curved her back even more once she established a tempo.

“God, that is fucking filthy,” he praised. “Keep doing that. Let me see that ass move.”

She heeded his instructions and continued to launch her hips back, relishing the intense penetration. “Pull my hair,” she pleaded.

“Yeah?” One hand coiled around her locks and tugged, jerking her head back until his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Does my slutty little barfly like that?”

Acute lust barreled through her, and she almost came on the spot at the crude question. “Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. He fucked her so hard that her vision blurred. “You think that douchebag at the bar could hit you this deep?”

It took her a few moments to register who he had referred to. If she wasn’t a complete prisoner to her arousal, she would have laughed at the prospect that she had eyes for anyone other than him. But she shook her head and choked out, “No.”

“What’s that?” he pressed pointedly, pulling at her hair harder.

“No!” Her passionate plea turned into a jumble of nonsensical words and phrases. “Just you—only you, okay? Only—oh, God. Nick, I don’t—I don’t want anyone other than you. Anything other than this.”

“You’re so incredible. God, you’re so fucking incredible,” he chanted. “And this pussy is so tight, I can’t fucking handle it.”

The intensity increased, and his free hand wrapped around her body to find her clit. One press of his index finger ruptured her control, her entire body shaking and trembling as pleasure took over. She came with sobs and screams and would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t released her hair and wrapped both arms around her body.

“Oh my God.Oh my God,” she cried.

It took a few moments, but she recovered as much as possible. She tried to reestablish her prior movement to meet his strokes, but he held her hips firm with both hands and railed her like a man possessed.

“I want to come all over this ass of yours,” he grunted. “Coat your pretty skin with it.”

Her pussy responded to his words, and if his primal groan was any indication, he felt the contraction all too well. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Do it. Please. Nick, please.”

With a tormented snarl, he pulled out and tossed the condom off to the side. She stayed in position but craned her head to watch as he stroked his swollen cock in search of his peak. His free hand clutched one of her ass cheeks as his hips bucked, and his release thundered through him, thick streaks spurting onto her flesh.

“Oh,fuck me,” he bellowed, still twitching with the aftershocks of ecstasy. “April—fuck—are you—?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, already knowing what he’d sought to ask. “I’m okay.”

He rested his forehead against her back. “Are you sure?”

“Well…I’m not sure I can walk after that. But yeah, I’m great.”

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