Page 20 of Drunk Dialing My Enemy

“You know why.”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” he says firmly. “Why the hell would I want to turn the light out? I want to see you, Katie. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this. All of you.”

“I’m worried you won’t like what you see.”

Darren shakes his head in amazement.

“Darlin there is no way I won’t like what I see. You’re my dream woman and you’re taking your clothes off and letting me touch your body. I am on cloud fucking nine right now and the only thing in the way of you and me are these clothes.”

He takes my hand and guides it to his cock again.

“Feel this?” he says.

“Yes,” I barely choke out, reminded once again of how absolutely huge he is. I can barely hold him in my hand. How is he going to be inside of me?

Now he backs up on the bed, taking his cock in his own fist between my open legs. He squeezes, gliding his hand up the shaft of his cock at the same time. I watch as clear liquid leaks from the tip of his member.

“You see this?” he demands. There it is. The growl that I’ve come to associate with this man. But this time the admonishing tone is fucking hot.

“Yes.” I hardly recognize the raw need in my voice. Who is this woman?

“This is what you do to me,” he says darkly. “It’s what you’vealwaysdone to me. Do you know what I think about when I’m jacking off? Do you know?”

“What?”

“You. Your body. Your tits. Your thighs. I think of you. Every. Time.”

He strokes his cock as he speaks.

“You’re always forgetting how fucking beautiful you are. Tonight I’m going to remind you. Again and again.”

He strips my skirt off, pulling it down my legs and tossing it to the side. Then my underwear, too. He pulls my tank top and bra up and my breasts spill out beneath.

“Fuck,” he hisses before taking a nipple in his mouth.

I cry out, back arching as I writhe beneath his solid, heavy body. His cock is pressed against my naked pussy, teasing, needy, thick and smearing my arousal all over my clit. I grind against him. I need more. So much more.

He switches to my other nipple while his hand roams down my body, diving between my thighs and sliding through my wetness. He circles my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. Then, slowly, another finger.

“You’re tight,” he pants, looking down. “I’m going to need to stretch you first, baby.”

“Whatever you’re doing, just don’t stop.”

Somehow, his fingers have found the exact spot that sets my body on fire. My mind is blissfully blank, every worry forgotten as I’m filled with electric sensation. I never want it to end and at the same time I feel like I can hardly keep going. I feel so full, so good.

His fingers push against my walls, stretching me, while his thumb finds my sensitive clit and circles it faster and faster.

I reach my peak in seconds, my walls clenching around his hand, thighs pressing together and trapping him in place. His mouth finds mine and muffles my moans, like he’s trying to steal this pleasure, consuming me, taking it all for himself. It’s the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever had.

When it’s over, I feel spent. I collapse on the bed, catching my breath. Darren doesn’t even seem winded, not tired even after all of that work he’s done today – on the bridge and on my body.

I close my eyes. When I feel his bead brush against my inner thighs, I open them and sit upright.

“Darren, what are you doing?” I gasp.

I think I know exactly what he’s doing, though. He was about to put his mouth right there, on my pussy. Another thing I’ve never done with a man before but have always wondered about – specifically wondering how it would feel to have Darren’s strong hands gripping my thick thighs while his bearded mouth devoured me.

“Round two,” he says, his wicked eyes on me. “I have to make sure you’re ready before I enter you, firecracker. Lay back and let me handle this.”

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