Page 226 of Things Left Unsaid

“Not if you want to go into the hotel. I’m the owner, but you’d still face indecency charges.”

“I thought I wastheMrs. Korhonen.” She grunts as she rolls the tight denim down her calves, and her cry of, “A-ha!” tells me she liberated herself from the jeans. “Doesn’t that mean I can do anything I want?”

I slide my hand over her stomach and drag her into me. “You think I’m going to let anyone see what’s mine?”

“Fuck,” she whispers, wriggling more but this time with the intent to twist around.

I yelp when she comes within an inch of kneeing me in the balls.

“Oops! Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry at all.”

“I am. I have a use for the family jewels and squishing them isn’t one of them.”

“Good to know,” I rasp.

With her sex spread, I rub my knuckles over it, making sure to pinch her clit between my fingers on my way to unfastening my fly where I draw out my cock.

Before I can tease her again, she’s there—her hand around me, stroking me, jerking me off. The pressure’s lighter, but it’s better than anything I can do.

“Wait,” I order when I sense her getting ready to put me in her.

“What now?” she whines.

“Condom.”

I lift my hips to release my wallet from my back pocket, snagging the condom I tucked inside earlier, groaning as our sexes brush.

“Fuck,” I bite off as I pass it to her and she rolls it on me. Then, wasting no time at all, she rocks forward, notching the tip to her sex, sliding it through her folds, getting me wet with her before I feel that emptiness that’s begging to be filled.

Her eyes lock on mine as, slowly, her pussy swallows the head of my dick.

I grind my teeth when she whimpers.

Inch by inch, she cries out. Tensing and softening. Flowing and rippling all around me.

It’s torment, but what a way to go.

I don’t push her or rush her. Just let her take her time.

Mostly because I know she’s not teasing me.

She might be slick, but she’s tight. Even more so in this position. Her nails tell their own tale as they dig into my shoulders, scraping and scratching as she sinks onto me.

Finally, every inch is claimed of that incomparable, delicious wet heat.

I slide my arms around her bare waist, dragging her into me, not wanting an inch of space to separate us. “You feel so fucking good, Zee.”

Her ass wiggles from side to side before she moves in a figure eight, which has both of us moaning.

One of her hands slides over my scalp, letting me feel her claws there too as she tips my head back and joins our mouths.

Perfection.

Heaven.

Nothing like it.

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