Page 15 of Tough Nut to Crack

Her legs hitch up on my hips without my urging, and it puts the damp heat of her right against the head of my cock.

All it would take would be moving my body back a few inches and pressing forward, and I'd slide right into the middle of her. Going by how she felt on my tongue and fingers, I know I'd be lost in her for hours.

"Pause," I pant against her lips when I pull back.

I reach for a condom on the bedside table.

"Oh yeah," she whispers. "That's important."

I watch her throat work on a swallow as her eyes latch onto the condom as I open it. Her eyes follow every movement as I roll it down my cock, squeezing my base. I swear this woman has issued some sort of voodoo hex on me, and I already feel like I'm going to fucking explode.

I have no doubt I'll get the head in, and I'll have to resort to thinking of sports statistics to keep from embarrassing myself.

She licks at her lips when I settle back over her, not hesitating to reposition her thighs high on my hips. I take another breather that I'm sure will only agitate her further, but I like it when she snaps at me. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment, but I never expected this to be this much fun. The second she yelled at me in front of a bar full of people, my cock hardened.I'm not into any sort of humiliation kink, but I do love a woman who isn't afraid to speak her mind.

I don't bother licking my thumb to tease her clit when I sit back and look down at her.

"Mac," she whines, but then freezes when I press my thumb to that ultra-sensitive part of her body. I swear the woman is dripping for me in seconds, her arousal glistening right at her slit, and my fucking mouth waters to pull back and dive in face-first there again.

I get the feeling she'd enjoy it and then give me hell for not fucking her instead.

"Ready?" I ask, curling two fingers and pushing them inside.

Her body latches on, sucking at my fingers as if begging me to stay there and never leave, and that's one thought I've had more than once.

"Please, Mac," she begs, and my cock jerks between us, ready to do her bidding.

We're here for a night of fun, something that will happen this once and then won't happen again. I'm in no position to seek out any form of relationship right now. My focus is work and being successful, and women don't tend to like a man who works a hundred hours a week.

What I do know is that she's going to have a lasting impression on me because when I resituate myself and press forward with the head of my cock, I swear I'll never be able to leave this heaven between her thighs.

"Fuck, Riley," I moan as I press in further.

Her mouth hangs open, her hand surging out to press on my lower belly, urging me to go slower.

"You okay?"

She dips her head once, but the hand on my abdomen runs up to my face, and she guides my gaze to her eyes rather than looking at where we're connected.

"That makes me uncomfortable, you watching me like that," she confesses, her words low and lacking confidence.

"Do you have any idea how sexy your pussy looks taking my cock?" I ask, wanting her to feel nothing but pleasure from this.

I don't want her head wandering or worry filling her thoughts.

"You feel amazing," I continue, finding it hard to get the words out without groaning my pleasure. "Watch."

I curl a hand behind her head and urge her eyes toward the centerof us.

"See?"

She whimpers, her body tightening even further around me, and I swear my cock pulses, threatening to end all the good stuff right now. I talk a lot of shit. I know I told her more than once that we were going to be at this all damn night, and I have every intention of fulfilling those promises, but the last damn thing I want to do is embarrass myself by coming in less than a minute.

"Feels so good," she pants.

"Yeah," I quickly agree, rolling my lips between my teeth and biting down before confessing that it might possibly feel better than anything I've ever felt before. I know that has to be an in-the-moment sort of thing.

All sex is great sex at the time, isn't it?

---