Page 6 of Don’t Tempt Me

“Oh!” she gasps. She reaches back to rub, and I take her wrist and fold her arm behind her back.

“You get fucked. Hard.”

“Yes, please,” she murmurs.

I hold her hips and guide my cock to her entrance, which is wet and ready. This is so fucked up because while Sophie is as familiar as family, I don’t even know her. I haven’t spoken to her in over a dozen years. Not since she was a kid, and her father had just died. Or maybe it was my father’s funeral when she handed me a pack of gum.

But I forget all that the moment I press into her. The heat of her flesh engulfs my cock, and I nearly lose my mind. She had me suffering so long I’m already done for, so I grip her hips with both hands and give it to her fast and hard.

She lifts her head, arching her tits off the table, and croons my name.

I nearly come just from hearing the need in her voice.

“Joey…oh God, Joey.”

Cristo.

I won’t last. There’s something so hot about this scenario. About conquering Sophie Palazzo.

Because I know she wasn’t happy to see me. She may have been turned on, but she doesn’t like what I am.

She’s the same as her mom, this one.

I shouldn’t take that as a challenge, but I do.

Now I want to hear her beg. To make her ache and arch and cry out for me.

I kick her feet wider and spread her ass cheeks to give her the sensation of my loins slapping against her back hole.

She moans loudly. Gushes lubricant.

“That’s it, babygirl. Take me deep.”

“Yes, please. I will.” She’s babbling. Out of her mind. Exactly the way I want her.

I fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster. My balls tighten and lift.

I reach around and rub her clit with the pad of my middle finger, and she squirts, her muscles tightening around my dick so hard I come.

My shout mingles with her throaty cry of satisfaction, and I keep pounding into her as I release. Eventually, I slow, but keep stroking her clit, wringing out a string of aftershocks.

I lean over and bite her shoulder, and the reality of the scene comes rushing back. “You okay?” I ask, remembering that I barely know this woman. “Was I too rough, angel?”

She lets out a hectic laugh. “I liked it.”

Since she didn’t say no, I’m guessing that means that I definitely crossed a few lines. I couldn’t help it. She had me so riled up, I couldn’t think straight.

I ease out of her and pull up her panties.

“Not sure if my back’s any better, but my dick sure is happy.” Probably a thought I should’ve kept to myself.

Sophie pulls her skirt down and turns to face me. “Let’s, um…let’s not do that again.”

Fuck that. I cock my head, trying to figure this woman out. “We’re definitely doing it again.”

I don’t know what makes me say it, other than that same challenge I feel to conquer Sophie. Because she doesn’t want to want me, but she does.

Her eyes widen with surprise like she’s not used to guys who come on strong.

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