Page 11 of Finding Hope

Holding her with my hands, but pulling back to let her down, she shakes her head and locks me in with her legs.

“Don’t go. It’s okay, just…” She breathes slowly. “Just wait a sec.” Beautiful, big blue eyes hold me captive. Bringing her hands up into my hair, her nails lightly scratch my scalp and her billion bangles clang and slide against each other. “Okay.” Nodding after a full minute, she rolls her hips and forces me to bite down the pleasure filled growl that rips through my chest. “Alright, we’re good now.”

Concentrating onnottaking the only thing my body wants right this second, I don’t move a damn muscle. Idon’timpale her the way my body screams at me to do. I want it, but that wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm.” Humming, she closes her eyes and rolls her hips. “Definitely sure.”

Pressing slowly inside her, I groan and try not to blow my load from the fierce pleasure her vise-like grip kindles inside me. “You feel so good, Bambie.”

“Mmm. Your dick feels good.” Rolling her hips, she fucks me more than I’m fucking her. “Feelssogood.”

Pressing closer, faster, deeper, once she adjusts, I take pleasure in the deep thump of her ass slamming against the door and the tremors of pleasure that roll through her body each time my pelvis presses against her clit ring.

I’ve never been with a girl with one of those before, but each time I so much as brush past it, it sends spasms of pleasure rocketing through us both.

Pressing my face against her neck and pulling the fragrant flesh between my lips – strawberries and cream, just like her lips – I slam deep inside her and stop worrying about hurting her.

We’re good now.

She’s adjusted.

Her hair surrounds me, so soft and silky.

I never take time to be careful or smell hair or taste lips. Normally, I turn them around so I don’t have to see their faces when I disrespect Steph. I prefer the anonymity. I want to get laid, I want to fuck the morally uncaring women, and Idon’twant to see their faces and know it’s not the person itshouldbe.

But here we are, this doe eyed woman has my face near hers and her scent in my nose, and I can’t even say I hate it.

Squeezing her ass and slamming to the bass of the music downstairs, her thighs flex and ripple in my palms and her arms squeeze my neck to hold me close. Riding to our climax together, her breath comes in sweet little pants and her pleasure slicks between us until she lets out an almost soundless scream, unheard by anyone but me, since the band is so loud.

“Jesus.” Falling forward and squishing her against the door, my still healing lungs work hard to catch my breath and keep me standing. “Creditwhere credit’s due, Bambie.” I slide my tongue along her bare shoulder. “You feel pretty fuckin’ good.”

“Um…” Laughing awkwardly and brushing her hair back, her fluttering walls continue to bring me pleasure. “Thanks. You felt pretty good, too.”

Sliding out and setting her on her feet, I try to ignore the sweet whimper coming from her lips at my sudden disappearance.

Bunched skirt and top askew, she fixes her thong, her skirt, fusses with her hair thingy and sets it back on properly. When she finishes and her hair comes outtooneat, she messes it up and arranges the hairband until it looks like I tugged on her hair while we fucked.

She’s purposely going for that look.

She had already gone for itbeforeI fucked her.

Turning away, I peel the condom off and tie a knot in the end. Tucking my dick back into my pants and picking up the foil wrapper, I toss that and the used condom into my sister-in-law’s office trashcan like the asshole that I am.

I’ve fucked, now it’s time to annoy her enough that she never wants to come back a second time.

Turning back and stopping at the metal glint in her nose, I frown and study the ring and try not to consider it cute.

She’s got a real rock-chick thing going for her.

Ishouldbe sending her on her way, but instead, I reach forward and brush the silky hair behind her ear. Leaning closer, I count; one, two, three… seven earrings. In each ear. Studs and rings decorate the entire shell.

Dragging my gaze along her trim body, I stop on her waist to find a dangling bar at her navel.

Ears. Nose. Belly. Clit.

“You like to stab yourself?”

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