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CHAPTER TWO

Rayna

His tongue explored my mouth, and I was so damned turned on that I pulled at his clothes before the door was even closed. It would be a lie to pretend I didn’t occasionally have one-night stands. It would be a lie to pretend I was above enjoying the comfort of a man without any intention of ever having more than one night. The truth was, all of my relationships were like this, at least in regard to leaving a bar and having sex.

But his was different.

I got his shirt up out of his jeans and ran my hands under it and over his abdomen. Jonah broke off the kiss to pull his shirt up and off. He tossed it on the floor as my hands moved over his muscular chest. Almost as an afterthought, he reached behind himself without looking and pushed the door closed. I just marveled at the sight of him.

I didn’t get guys as hot as him.

I had no illusions about my body. I was the kind of girl who arrived at a bar a little later in the evening and sipped drinks until finally, a guy who struck out with all of the other girls there got around to me. Guys like Jonah didn’t strike out with the other girls, so I never ended up with them.

But here I was with him now, and the amazing thing was I didn’t go out tonight looking for a one-night stand. Hell, that restaurant wasn’t even a place singles typically went to in order to find a partner for the night. This guy wasn’t even looking for sex and he’d chosen me.

He was attracted to me!

For a girl like me, that was beyond amazing. I didn’t dwell on my body but certainly wasn’t confident about it. What that guy at the restaurant said about me being able to miss a meal or two, was the kind of thing I always expected.

I never expected a man to defend me!

Whatever this man wanted.

I was going to do it.

If he wanted my mouth, he’d get it and it would be the best blowjob I ever gave. If he wanted to fuck me in ten different positions, I’d gladly twist my body into any shape he desired. If he wanted to fuck my ass, something I’d never done, I’d give him that, too.

Anything. Anything at all he wanted from me he would get.

His hands moved down, and I realized suddenly he had me topless. I’d been so lost in the situation and the surprise of it all, I kind of checked out. I felt his thumbs and forefingers teasing my nipples and it felt like there was some kind of magical connection right to my clit, like he could just tweak my nipples and I would end up cumming.

I reached down and tried to get his belt off but had no luck. He took his mouth from me and stepped back. I felt almost paralyzed watching him get his pants off.

When his pants dropped and I saw the massive cock hanging between his legs, I breathed, “Oh, God.”

Before that thought even left my head, my mouth was wrapped around his cock, sucking desperately and urgently. He sighed and moaned and hearing him react with pleasure spurred me on. I took his cock as deep as I could, which wasn’t very far considering how fucking big he was but deep enough that his moans grew louder and he crooned, “Yes, little girl. You feel so good.”

I couldn’t explain for the life of me why hearing him call me little girl turned me on so much, but I shivered as a thrill ran through my pussy when he said it. As crazy as it was, it felt so good to give him pleasure that I wondered if I would actually cum just from sucking him.

I didn’t get the chance to find out because before I could suck him up over that point, he pulled me off of him, lifted me onto my feet, and pushed me back onto the bed.

I yelped and that yelp disappeared quickly when he lifted my legs up and put his mouth on my pussy.

“Oh my God!” I moaned before the breath was driven from my lungs and I could only gasp and shudder and stiffen around his mouth.

God, how could he feel so good? I’ve been eaten out before. In fact, I pretty much insisted on it. All of the guys that fucked me were desperate and had exhausted all of their options, so they were very willing to please me as much as I wanted them to before I agreed to let them in my pussy or—very rarely—my mouth.

I’ve never had a man volunteer to eat me out before and none of them have felt as damned good as Jonah. He was like a miracle worker and when my orgasm hit, it was so powerful that I nearly folded in half around him, screaming and shaking like I was being electrocuted.

Then his cock entered me and if I thought his mouth felt good, his cock is on another level entirely. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, as a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first.

When he came, he cried out, “Oh, yes, little girl!” and his cry sent me right back to orgasm, so I drifted to sleep still shuddering around his cock.

When I woke in the morning, I felt rested and deeply satisfied. I smiled and lay still for several minutes, enjoying the warm, tingling sensation in my pussy before I rolled out of bed.

Jonah was gone, which was all right with me. Like I said earlier, I wasn’t really looking for anything long-term. I did feel slight disappointment at the thought that I would never feel that cock in my pussy again but you can’t have everything.

I started to dress when I saw Jonah leave a note on the end table underneath a single, bright red rose. The note only had his phone number.

I considered throwing the note away. I didn’t think I was going to call him ever again. The night before was fun, but I wasn’t looking for anything more than one night and I didn’t plan to change that now.

Then I remembered how I felt when he called me little girl and ended up taking his number just in case.

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