Page 10 of The Deal

My words don’t please her as I’d hoped. Instead, she shrugs out of my hold and narrows her eyes further. “I don’t want or need your charity.”

This night is going south fast, so I wait for her to finish. I could bend down and offer help, but I get the feeling she wouldn’t want that. There’s a quiet strength in her, something I can’t quite define, but I admire it nevertheless. It’s different. Refreshing, even. The same routine gets old after a while.

In hindsight, I can’t blame her for being upset. I’d already established that she was more than likely hovering around the poverty line, so tearing her clothes was an insensitive move on my part. Money is no object for me—never has been—so sometimes I neglect to remember that others are struggling.

Once she’s stuffed all the buttons she’s collected into a side pocket on her bag, I extend my hand and help her to her feet. “I’m sorry,” I say, reaching out to skim my knuckle down the side of her face. “That didn’t exactly go as planned.”

A hint of a grin curves at the corners of her lips. “If it were anyone other than me, that move would’ve been hot.”

“Right,” I say, chuckling. “You’re immune to my sexual prowess, duly noted. Is there anything else I need to avoid going forward?”

When she laughs, I feel all the tension leave my shoulders. “As long as it doesn’t include any more destruction of property—namely mine—I’m pretty much up for anything.”

“I can work with that.”

Closing the distance between us, I slide my arm around her waist, roughly jerking her body forward until it’s flush with mine, and back her into the nearest wall.

My mouth returns to her neck—although I still wish itwas her lips—as my hand skates down her outer leg and disappears underneath the hem of her skirt.

I move cautiously this time, aware that while I’m eager to get things moving, I must stay mindful. I can’t afford to do anything that might cause her to walk away. I need more, and I’m not ready to let her go just yet.

When I reach the junction of her thighs, I’m not surprised to find more cotton. No lace or satin, but fuck if that doesn’t make my dick leak with pre-cum. She’s so unassuming, and there’s something incredibly sexy about that.

My fingers broach past the elastic of her underwear, and I growl against her skin when I feel how wet she is for me. “Fuck,” I groan as I slide the tips of my digits back and forth through her arousal.

She widens her stance and reaches for my belt, and my dick throbs in anticipation of her touch. She makes quick work of freeing my cock from its confines, and the moment she wraps her dainty hand around the girth, I slip two fingers knuckle deep inside her tight, warm pussy.

The pad of my thumb moves to circle her clit as a deep-seated need to be inside her takes over. I can’t remember the last time I craved someone as much as I do this woman.

I thrust my hips forward when she tightens her grip on my dick and strokes it once … twice. My balls draw up slightly, and I can’t believe I’m already skating on the edge. I want to be inside her when I blow my load, so I need to make her come and fast.

When the time comes, she needs to be ready for the intrusion … namely, my dick. I can already tell it’s going to be a snug fit—she’s gripping my two fingers like a vice—and I don’t want to hurt her. It’s important to me that she enjoys this as much as I know I will.

I aim to please.

I dip my face and use my free hand to tug down thefabric of her bra. She tilts her head back and moans the second I wrap my lips around her taunt nipple and suck it into my mouth.

My fingers are fucking her with a vengeance as I increase the pressure on her clit. As soon as I bite down on her nipple, she releases her hold on my dick and fists her hands in the front of my shirt. Her back arches and her head thrashes from one side to the other as her pussy begins to spasm, constricting against my fingers. I can’t wait to feel that exact thing once my cock is buried deep inside her.

“Fuck, yes,” I murmur when she starts bucking her hips, riding out the waves. “Fuck my fingers,Tesoro, just like that.”

She’s red hot, and I need inside her more than I need my next breath.

When she opens her eyes and meets my gaze with a lazy, contented smile, I remove my fingers from her body and suck them into my mouth, savouring her taste.

I plan on taking her into the master suite and laying her out on the bed so I can feast on that sweet pussy of hers, but first, I’m going to fuck her hard and fast, right here against the wall.

Carefully hiking up her skirt until it’s bunched around her waist, I lift her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me,” I command. “Good girl,” I add when she does exactly as I ask.

I use my upper body to pin her to the wall as I drag her underwear to the side. I don’t have time to remove them entirely, and tearing them off her body isn’t an option. I learnt my lesson with her blouse.

I grasp my cock and line myself up before slipping the crown inside her. Just like I anticipated, she’s fucking tight. She feels so good …too good, and I’m not even all the way in yet.

“Please fuck me,” she pleads as I draw my pelvis back slightly.

“I intend to do just that,” I retort, and when I thrust back in at lightning speed, burying myself to the hilt, I feel all the air gush out of her body. “You feel like heaven.” Then I realise why. In my haste to be inside her, I neglected to wrap it. I rest my forehead on her shoulder and groan. “I forgot to put a condom on.”

“I’m on birth control.”

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