Page 11 of That One Night

She shivers beneath me, her knees squeezing my sides.

“Tell me, baby.”

“I need—more,” she pants. “Stop being so damn polite and fuck me. Take me and use me until I’m a dripping mess. You can spank me, tease me, use any hole. And if you expect to only go one round, you better adjust your expectations because—”

I silence her with a savage kiss, my weight pressing down on her as I own her dirty fucking mouth. I swear to god, I’ve died and gone to heaven. Of course, my perfect girl likes to play. I bet she’s got more kinks than a garden hose.

God wouldn’t place a woman this gorgeous in my path only to have her be a plain vanilla bean. He wouldn’t put her in a room with the same number as my fucking jersey. I’ve been number 42 since college. It’s my lucky number. And now this girl is looking up at me, naked and begging for it, saying ‘use any hole.’

Oh, baby girl, just you wait.

I push off her and stand up.

She pants, eyes wide, watching me.

I hold her gaze as I jerk my shirt off one-handed, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes go wide, appreciating my body. She fucking better. I’ve worked this body into peak performance mode, honing and shaping it seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year since I was fifteen years old. This body is worth seven million dollars a year.

Eat your heart out, Mystery Girl.

She sits up as I kick off my shoes. Then I work the buckle of my belt, dropping my jeans to the floor. I wasn’t wearing socks, so now I’m standing before her in nothing but my black boxer briefs, the front tented by my desperate dick. I’m not embarrassed. She’s clearly gagging for it. Fuck, I wanna feel her gag on me. I want to feel the slide of her teeth along my shaft.

She reaches for me, but I shake my head. My eyes narrow as I do my best to memorize every line of her body. “Lie back and spread those legs wide. Show me your pussy.”

She sighs in frustration, laying back on the bed. Her dark hair fans out behind her, stark against the white bedspread. With her eyes locked on me, she slowly drops her knees open. She’s waxed bare. Her pussy lips open, and I’m graced with a perfect view of her glistening pink center.

“Touch yourself,” I growl, cupping my dick over my briefs. His time will come, but it’s definitely not now. “I want to watch you first. Get that pussy ready for me, baby.”

She smiles. Taking two fingers, she sucks them into her mouth.

Oh, fuck—my girl doesn’t mess around.

Her dark eyes taunt me as she lets out a needy whimper. Then she pops them from her mouth and trails them down her chest, over her sexy little tattoo, and dips them between her pink lips. She shivers at the contact, her wet fingers sliding through her slick.

This is torture, but it feels good too. What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment. Pain is pleasure and all that. Whatever, we’re all allowed to have kinks.

She’s moaning on the bed now, eyes closed as she lets me watch her finger herself. Fuck, she’s pushing those fingers allll the way in. “Please,” she says on a sigh, circling her clit. “Please—”

My dick twitches at her plea. “What do you need, baby girl? Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

Good, because I can’t wait another second. With a hungry groan, I drop to my knees.

6

Idon’t know that I’ve ever seen a more beautiful human. It’s not just his physical beauty. Don’t get me wrong, watching his muscles ripple as he tugs off his shirt is like seeing poetry in action. I want him on top of me, all around me. I want to feel the strength of those muscles working to bring me pleasure.

But his beauty goes so much deeper. He has a beautiful soul.

He drops to his knees at the side of the bed and snatches both my ankles. I gasp as he jerks me forward, dragging me to the edge. He flips my knees over his shoulders and looks up at me, his hazel eyes hooded with lust. His warm breath fans against my clit as he says, “Don’t be shy, baby. Let me know if I’m doing something you like.”

Before I can reply, his mouth is on me, that talented tongue swiping over my clit. I sigh with relief, sinking back onto the bed. I take a deep breath, letting my legs fall open as he goes down.

“That feels good,” I tell him. “Don’t stop—”

This man holds nothing back. I don’t think he knows how. If he’s in, he’sallin. I can only imagine the level of concentration and professionalism he brings to his game. He ravages me with his tongue, flicking and sucking, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me press against him, desperate for more.

My first orgasm coils tight in my core. God, he’s good. I’m right there, and it’s been all of two minutes. That warming feeling spreads out from my clit until my whole body is humming. I feel it down to my toes.

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