Page 17 of Jagger

“More of what?” I press.

“Of you,” her voice shakes slightly, “last weekend left me—”

“Crazy?”

She nods and a feral growl escapes me.

My fingers find the zipper of her skirt, guiding the tight fabric down her legs until she’s no longer confined. Black laced up panties with a little bow await my greedy eyes and I nearly fucking lose it, spinning her around with a quickness to scoop her up and shove her back into the door.

“I got one tiny taste of you. One,” I sink my teeth into her neck, “and it left me fucking starving. What the hell did you do to me?”

“Whatever you did to me,” she pants, tossing her head to one side, granting me better access to that delicate slope.

My lips are there in a nanosecond, stamping wet, sloppy kisses with nips of my teeth in between. Another swivel and I’m walking us to the couch.

Dropping down onto the plush cushion with her in my lap.

I ravish her mouth like a man starved, one hand in her hair, the other taking hold of her ass. She matches me tit for tat through her own assault, feverish kisses that have my dick anxiously twitching beneath my jeans.

“I don’t usually do anything like this,” she murmurs suddenly, prompting me to pull away and look her dead in the eye.

What I see there is entirely serious and, honestly, it doesn’t surprise me one bit. I think I’ve known it all along because, as gorgeous as she is, Vida doesn’t strike me as the type of woman who goes out looking for a one night stand often, if ever at all.

So what’s this about then?

“Then why are we here?” I ask her again, trying and miserably failing not to drag my hands over her body.

“I told you, because I need more. I need to have you, even if it’s just once…”

“Vida, I—”

“Don’t.” She sets a polished finger to my lips. “I know it’s insane, but God, I can’t stop thinking about you, about the things you could do to me. About how you’d feel inside me. That kiss awoke a side of me I’ve subdued for so long and I just... Please, Jag, just a little, tiny taste.”

How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that? That kiss was out of this world explosive, probably the best dance I’ve given to date, too…

"You're serious?" Even I can hear the anxious lilt to my voice.

"Very," she says with conviction, and that’s literally all I need before I’m digging into my pocket for a condom.

I’m not about to ask anymore unnecessary questions nor do I need her to explain why.

She wants to fuck? I’m here for it, was here for it since last week.

Fishing the foil packet out between two fingers, I pass it to her and pop the button on my jeans.

Those jeweled orbs are equally desirous, watching intently as I yank down the zipper and pull myself free. They widen, blazing wildly with fiery lust.

A cock-sure smirk plays on my lips.

I pump myself slowly, dropping her jaw a little more with every passing moment until she’s fumbling to roll the latex on me.

"Take these off for me," I demand, slipping a finger under her panties.

But she shakes her head.

Shutting her eyes in some painful, blissful state before pulling the thin material to the side, revealing the prettiest pussy I've seen in my life. Slick with her arousal, I have to hold myself back from tossing her onto the couch and burying my face between her legs.

"Don't be a tease," I growl, swiping the head of my cock through her lips. "Take 'em off."

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