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“Yeah. So, I can lock you up and leave you hard and wanting more.”
He grabs my hand and brings it down to his crotch with his very hard, very erect dick, letting me feel his entire length.
“Already there,sweetheart.And I’m no killer.”
His dick twitches against my palm, and I run my manicured finger down it. Rocco takes a swig of his beer, Adam’s apple on full display as he swallows, eyes never leaving mine. I bet he’s the kind of guy who loves to eat pussy.
I grip onto his cock and pull him ever so gently towards me. He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my mouth. “I told you. I’m not your fucking sweetheart.” Before I press my lips against his.
All the thoughts I had empty from my head as he pins me against the kitchen counter. My hand works his cock, feeling it grow even harder for me.Goddamn, he’s big.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted off the ground and placed on the top of the counter.
I’m pleasantly surprised by being manhandled by him. We’ve just met, but I’m buzzed enough not to care. He’s hot, and I’m horny. And he has the right equipment to give me exactly what I want—a hot quick fuck.
My hands roam up his chest and wrap around his neck. “Don’t get any wild ideas. This doesn’t mean anything.” I say, kissing him.
His hips dig into my thighs, and I feel his cock pulse against my pussy, and it sends a jolt of heat skating all over my skin. “Think that all you want. You’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”
“Oh, I think you’ll be the one begging,” I say, biting his bottom lip, making him moan so loud that I smirk in satisfaction. I have him right where I want him. Wrapped around me and ready to give me anything I ask for.
CHAPTER 27
Rocco
Fuck me!
I’m not the type of man to talk romantically about women, never have been, never will. But I swear to God, she tastes like honey.Honey, of all this I could say about her…I choose a… never mind… Her heels dig into the back of my thighs, tugging me, begging me to get closer to her.
Her pussy beckoning me like a fucking Siren in vast oceans. I’m six feet, three inches tall, so she’s at the perfect height for me on the kitchen counter. I don’t have to bend. Shit, I don’t even have to hoist her higher. That desperate little cunt of hers, the heat that’s coming from it, is begging to be filled.
My groan comes out heavy when she bites my bottom lip, and I feel the skin pop, the metallic taste of blood hitting my tongue as she pulls me back to her, devouring my mouth as equally as I am hers.
Fuck this. I grip the hem of her black leggings and drag them down her frame, pulling them from the edge of her feet and launching them somewhere else in the room. Her arousal has created a wet patch on the fabric of her red thong, and fuck me dead. I didn’t think I could get any harder.
“Definitely the most fun girl I’ve ever met,” I smirk, stepping back into her space and grinding my erection at her core.
“You’re not so bad yourself, killer.”
My hand goes for her throat, and I drag her forward. “Didn’t murder anyone, or has your neediness for my cock made you forgetful?”
“Not forgetful,” she fumbles with the buckle on my jeans. “Just desperate.” Yanking the zipper down, she stares into my honey-brown eyes, “Just fuck me already.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” I thrust her back into the cupboard above the counter, and she mewls. “But it won’t be quick…and it won’t be until I’ve made you come first.”
Releasing her throat, I place both hands underneath her knees, dragging her ass to the edge and pushing her legs back to her chest. She’s drunk, we both are, but not enough for this to be a mistake or consent a mystery. But, just in case.
I look up at her. “How drunk are you?”
“Sober enough to fuck you but drunk enough to say how much Ireaaallywant to.” She grins. “I get you want to be a gentleman, but be a good boy and make me come.”
Good boy?
Fuck, why is that so hot?
Tasha holds her legs in place, spread wide and to the side of her chest, widening herself for me. So, I take this opportunity to tear the underwear from her pussy. Her beautiful golden skin is on display, and Jesus Christ, this pussy. Glistening with her arousal, swollen and begging to be eaten.
The small patch of curls just above her clit is making me insane. “You want me to make you come?” I hum, rubbing the middle fingers of my right hand up and down her wet slit, coating my fingers perfectly.
