Page 4 of One Weekend in Boston

The tiny sliver of lace beneath them surprised me. I expected boy-cut shorts or maybe briefs based on the way she dressed.

"I hope you're not fond of these,” I warned, right before I sank my teeth into the lace.

"They're my . . ." Shannon didn't get to finish the sentence. I shredded those babies and looked up to meet her alluring blue eyes, the piece of lace still hanging from my mouth.

"Holy fuck," she breathed out heavily. "That was fucking hot."

Pleasure swept through me. There was something about this woman that made me want to show her my true self, to explore my every whim with her.

I pushed myself up until I was leaning over her, both fists on the bed.

"Are you wet for me?" The delicate lace slipped from my lips along with the words and tumbled to the ground. I already knewshe was, but I wanted to see if she would admit it. I was glad to see she did one better.

Shannon's hand slid down between her legs and two fingers swiped up her slit. The evidence of her arousal glistened on the tips, but it was what she did next that let the beast inside me break free.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and, with the flick of her tongue, began to lap up her own juices.

I pounced before she could deprive me of her taste.

"Mine," I growled. I snatched her wrist and pushed those same two fingers between my lips. I sucked every last drop off her. Her sweet and tangy essence exploded on my tongue and had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Never had I tasted something so good. If I wasn't careful, I would easily become addicted to her.

I was so lost in her taste that I barely felt her other hand slip between us and unbuckle my jeans until her delicate hand was slipping down the band of my boxers. Unlike most women, her hands weren't soft. There was a hint of calluses that proved she wasn't afraid of manual labor. I found I liked that better.

"Please tell me you have a condom?"

"Wallet. Back pocket."

Her touch reduced me to punctuated words instead of full sentences. I was lost, and barely hanging on by a thread. My dick was running the show and it had one objective in mind. Slam into her wet heat as fast as humanly possible.

Thankfully Shannon was on the same page. Her sexy mouth ripped open the foil wrapper with her teeth. I watched in fascination as she rolled the condom down my thick shaft. It was then I finally got my body to move. I used my hands to shove both my jeans and boxers farther down my body, so they hung loosely around my knees.

I wasn't gentle when I looped my hands under her thighs and yanked her down the bed so her legs could wrap around my waist. I was situated at her entrance when I asked for the final time. "You sure you want this?"

I was big on consent. A woman could change her mind at any point, and even though it would kill me, I would walk away.

I knew Shannon didn't want that when she rolled her eyes and dug her heels into my ass. "Fuck me already before I do it myself."

There would be none of that. I slammed into her in one shot. Her back arched off the bed and I might have worried I hurt her, if it weren't for the loud moan of my name that fell from her lips.

"Jesus, fuck. Yes!" She was so damn tight she was nearly strangling my cock. At this rate, I was going to be a two-pump chump; she felt so good around me.

I ground down on my back teeth until they were practically dust. There was no way I was finishing before I got her off at least once. Preferably twice.

"I'm close," she panted.

I moved my palms to under her ass and tipped her hips higher. Hitting her at a new angle so she was balanced solely on the blades of her shoulders.

It worked. Seconds later she was detonating around me. Her walls hugged me tighter and had me nearly joining her over the cliff. It took everything I possessed to keep from shooting off before I wanted to.

I fucked her through her orgasm. My pumps got more vicious the more she clamped down. My name was now falling off her lips in a damn chant. I was pounding into her hard, but she met me thrust for thrust.

With one big surge of energy, I lifted her off the bed until her arms wrapped around my neck and squeezed me tight. I managed to spin us around without falling given the position ofmy pants. I planted my ass on the bed and allowed her control from the top.

"Show me what you like, baby."

Shannon didn't waste any time. She rose up on her knees and slammed down on my cock over and over again. She used her teeth to latch on to my neck and I reciprocated when she gave me the chance.

There was nothing gentle about this. She forced my shirt over my head to give herself better access before ripping her own shirt off. I was happy to see the bra was part of a matching set, but she didn't give me a chance to destroy that as well.

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