Page 31 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis
“Naomi—”
“Furthermore, why are you asking how you can help my father when that’s not your position?”
I frowned. “Not my position?”
She stared at me, her face now set in stone.
“Excuse me if you’re someone I care about, and by association, I care about your father.”
“That. Is. Not. Your. Position.”
I stared at her, bewildered. “Would you rather have me just listen and not say anything in return?”
“I’d rather you meet me here, like we agreed, and fuck me senseless, no explanations. No expectations. No complications.”
“I believe your exact words were: No explanations about what we need or why we need it. No expectations beyond what we want in that moment. No complications from the outside world. Sometimes it might be dinner and conversation. Sometimes it might be more intimate. Sometimes it might just be sitting together in silence. But it’s just us in whatever capacity that means.” I cleared my throat. “Is this not dinner and conversation? And I’m complicating things by offering to assist?—”
“Don’t offer!”
Her eyes widened, and she stood from her seat, lifted her dress, and straddled me.
“Naomi.”
She pushed her lips into my mouth, grabbed my shirt, and attempted to yank me out of it. I took over and removed it for her, and even amid our war, my dick hardened underneath her.
“Yesssssss!” she lifted and repositioned, sitting her wet pussy on my dick to the base of me.
“Fuck!”
I gripped her hips, and in her heels, she moved up and down, bounced on top of me, rocking her hips, bucking, slipping, and sliding on me.
Heat devoured me, the stimulation from her flexing pussy containing the protest I wanted to give. Our bodies slammed and popped as she rode me like a stallion.
“Oh! Ooooh! Yes! Yes! Aah! Ooooooooh!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
She bounced harder, and I slammed her harder, our bodies stinging with every bang and every drop.
“Ah! I’m going to come, lover, yes!”
She dropped and grinded against me, and I lifted her, laid her back on the table, and held her ass cheeks open while I slammed into her.
“Oh! Christian!”
My strokes banged against her cervix in fast, sharp, and intense plunging that drew an orgasm from her instantly.
“Ooooooooooou!”
Naomi drenched me, but I didn’t slow down; I only gave her the rigorous intensity of my drive. I leaned into her, lifting her legs higher to fuck her at a wider angle.
“Oh! Oh! Ah! Aaaaah!”
“Is this what you wanted?” I growled
“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”
Heat sizzled between our pounding limbs as we collided repeatedly. When I felt my orgasm building, I folded her legs back to meet up with her breasts and beat her pussy like a drum.
