Page 48 of Beyond the Hate

She doesn’t hesitate. She stands and kicks off her shoes before shoving her jeans and panties down her legs.

I expected her to blush or stumble or be shy in some way, but she’s not. My independent woman isn’t embarrassed or shy about sex. It’s fucking addicting.

“Do you have a condom or shall I get one?”

I frown. “You have condoms?”

“It’s important to be prepared for all eventualities.”

I love it when my nerdy girl comes out to play. “Grab a condom. I don’t have my wallet with me.”

She saunters to her desk and I watch her ass as it jiggles while she walks. I can’t wait to bend her over the sofa and sink intoher while staring at those perfect globes. I wonder if she’d let me spank her.

“Are you going to undress?” she asks as she walks toward me. “Or would you prefer if I strip you?”

The vision of Paisley removing my clothes is appealing but I can’t wait to get inside her. I’ve waited more than a decade. I’m done waiting.

I unzip my slacks before lifting my ass to pull the material down to my thighs. My cock juts out and aims straight for Paisley. It knows what it wants.

I snag the condom from her and roll it on before patting my thighs. “Hop on.”

She lifts her t-shirt before climbing onto my lap. She straddles my thighs on her knees. I draw my hands up her inner thighs – the skin is as smooth as I’d imagined – until I reach her core. I part her lips to find her clit.

I rub circles around it until she digs her fingers into my shoulders. Damn. I should have removed my shirt. I want to feel her hands on my naked skin.

Next time.

And there will be a next time. No way am I letting this be a one and done situation. Not since I’ve realized Paisley doesn’t hate me.

“Do you want more?”

“Obviously. I’m naked and poised above you and you’re wearing a condom.”

I chuckle. I should have known she’d take my question literally. I can be literal, too.

“Do you want me to sink my fingers into your pussy?”

“Yes.”

I tease her opening with one finger. I can feel how wet she is. For me. She’s wet for me. The thought has my chest warming and my cock weeping.

“Inside,” she orders.

“You’re not in charge here.”

“I am on top.”

“I can top from the bottom.”

She opens her mouth but I don’t let her speak. I thrust two fingers into her pussy and her walls flutter around me. She’s tight and warm and wet. My cock is jealous of my fingers as I plunge in and out of her.

“Ride my fingers. Get yourself off.”

She grinds herself on my fingers and I press the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans and I do it again.

“Do you like the feel of my fingers inside of you?”

“Do. You. Need. To. Ask?” she stutters.

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