Page 28 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis
I peered at her. “Hungry?”
“Famished. But for you.”
She shoved my pants over my hips and gripped my stiff dick. At the same time, I grabbed her chin and lifted her face.
“Grrrrrrrrgggggggh…”
“Mmm, yes,” she murmured, her hands sliding up and down the length of my shaft. “That only turns me on, Counselor.”
She motioned faster, and I dropped my glass on the table, grabbed her thighs, and she was in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I pinned her against the wall, and her hands gripped my shoulders as I moved my hips back and forth, dragging my erection across her pussy.
“Sssssssss,” she hissed, her breasts rising and falling. “Yes, Christian. Do it. Fuck me hard and don’t show mercy.” She lurched forward and bit into my jaw, squeezing her thighs around me, pulling me closer. She was ready for me, and onlymomentarily did I wonder where her thirst for sexual pleasure had come from. But I assumed she’d had enough of the foreplay and went with it.
“I want to take my time with you.”
She smirked. “You’ve taken enough time. A year’s worth. It’s time to fuck.”
A deep guffaw spilled from my throat. “Yes, but take my time fucking is what I mean.”
Her eyes darkened. “I want it hard and fast. Do as I say.”
I entered her in a dipping, deep thrust that covered me in chills and made my toes curl.
“Oh! — Shit!” we yelled simultaneously.
She trembled and closed her eyes, her head falling back against the wall. Slowly, I eased in and out of her when her eyes shot back open and she gave me a feral look.
“Harder.”
I rocked against her, and she whimpered and locked her jaw. When I slowed again, she dug her nails into my shoulders. I took my time, feeling every hot wet inch of her tight pussy constricted around my dick. She was deliciously fitted around my girth, and her pussy soaked me more with each slow entrance and exit inside her.
“Don’t take your time,” she said.
“Are you in a hurry?” I pushed to her cervix, and she moaned and shivered.
“No, I… I… I want it harder!”
I sped up, giving into her command even as she showed obvious signs of needing me to pace myself.
“Shit!”
“Naomi…” I slowed.
“I said harder!”
I rocked her harder, giving her the strokes she was screaming for.
“Yes!” She locked her jaw again, her eyes rolling as I pummeled her pussy. “Ah! Oh! Oooooou!”
The wall vibrated as I leaned more heavily into her pussy, and she soaked me from end to end. “Shit!” I dropped my mouth to her chin, nibbled down her neck, and bit into her throat.
“Aaaaa! Ssssss! Fuck, yes!”
One of her hands dropped to her belly, and I drew back, frowned, then glanced at her.
“Don’t stop!”
But I slowed, watching her intently with the same awareness I had moments before.
