Page 175 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 1

“Do you want to take turns?—”

“Now.”

The abrupt answer doesn’t faze her, and she licks her lips. “Yes, sir.”

“Fuck it.” I rip the lace on one side and then the other to the sound of her fits of giggles.

The tips of her fingers scratch lightly against my scalp, and she says, “Those cost over a hundred and fifty dollars.”

“I’ll replace them,” I reply with my face between her thighs. Her legs are clamped around me, and when I kiss her skin to move forward, she loosens them, allowing me entrance.

Tipping my tongue between her wet lips, I taste her and cover my nose in her scent. A swipe and then flick has her arching her back. But I want more. I want all of her body to react. I enter her slow and steady, pinning her hips to the mattress as her fingertips drag along my biceps.

I kiss her pussy, staying there until she can’t sit still, pushing her buttons and drinking her up. When my tongue fills her entrance, she pushes her hands against my head. I look up, but she shoves me back down. “Don’t stop.”

Her legs clamp around my head as I thrust inside her to work her body until it’s on the edge of a release. Using my shoulders, I wedge her legs apart and am granted the sound of her sexy little moans. “Please,” falls off the tip of her tongue as I fuck her with my mouth.

When my hair is pulled, and she sucks in a harsh breath, I replace my tongue with a finger. First one and then another, her body aching, writhing as she begs for more. “I want you. I want you . . .”

Dragging my tongue on the inside crease of her leg, I kiss her, fucking her with my fingers until her back arches and her head’s thrown back. Her body tenses as she sucks in another sharp gasp, and then she trembles around me and releases—pent-up tension, jagged breaths, and then falls to the bed. “Oh my God,” she says, her breathing erratic and her heart pounding. Her eyes are still closed, but she adds, “That felt amazing.”

I may have brought many women to orgasm over the years, but seeing the satisfaction on Juni’s face makes me feel incredible. She’s mine to please. And I will, as one orgasm is not enough for this beautiful girl.

I kiss her belly and then cover each breast again, working my way to her mouth. Our lips embrace, and our tongues taste as my heart races. Pulling myself away, I reach to the nightstand, open the drawer, and grab some condoms. I’m not sure I’ll need four tonight, but I’m happy to put the effort in.

I’m quick to remove my boxer briefs, but she takes her time to remove her bra. I have a feeling she’s still steeping in the bliss of the orgasm she just had. Those curves she’s teased me with through clothes, the baggy ones that hid her altogether, do nothing compared to seeing her bare before me.

Watching me rip open a foil packet, she asks, “You don’t want me to?—”

“I do, but later. Right now, I just want to be inside you.”

Her fingertips graze around my ears, and she drags her tongue over her bottom lip. “I want that, too, but I want to be on top.”

I move to my back, and say, “Come on then.”

She anchors herself on top of me. “Are you ready?” Secure in her own need, she hasn’t asked how many partners I’ve had or worried about what happens in the morning. She’s here in the present, taking what she wants and giving me what I need.

“So ready.”

Planting her palms on my chest, she kisses me once on the lips, licks them, and then lifts back up. When I’m positioned, she slowly slides down, then stops to take a breath. Moving again, she exhales until she’s seated at the base of my dick.Holy. Shit. She feels so good.

Her heat engulfs me.

The sight of her bare tits.

The shape of her hips.

Her hourglass waist inspires me to run my hands up and then back down again. With her eyes closed, she takes in a few deep breaths before she lifts and slides down again.

Seated at the base of my dick, she leans forward to kiss me again and then angles to my ear, and whispers, “Show me why you’re CEO, Mr. Christiansen.”Oh, fuck! She knows how to get me going.

Fast as lightning, she doesn’t know what hits her when I flip her to her back and start fucking her. “God, yes. So dirty,” she says, her pleasure punctuated with each word. Her eyes close, and her body opens. She becomes everything as I get lost in the feel of her around me, taste the sweat on her glistening skin, and make love so she’ll never forget this night.

A push and pull, I thrust and give. She takes and gives back even better. “Harder,” she pleads.

Taking her wrists, I hold them against the headboard as I fuck her with everything we’ve been through—the good times we’ve had, my bad moods, her ass in that skirt, and when she arches that eyebrow to challenge me. Our rhythm is found, but it’s too much for me to hold back. “Fuck.” I come to the sound of our bodies sliding together and the melody of her moans.

Just as I release, she comes until her body sinks into the mattress with me on top. Our breaths are heavy but align. When I fall to the side of her, she exhales, and then a giggle comes out. With her arm draped over her head, she turns to look at me. Her eyes are bright, the green shining, and she wears a smile that reaches deep into my heart, evoking my own. “I could get used to this.”

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