Page 128 of The Tryst

I don’t kiss her again. Instead, I say, “Let me show you how much.”

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In the backseat of the car, with the partition up, she’s a goddess, arching against me, grabbing my shirt, and parting her lips as she shatters next to me.

Yes, fucking yes.

I slow the stroke of my fingers as she comes down from her high then turns to me, eyes starry, cheeks glowing.

I lick her off my fingers. Then, my greedy girl comes in for a naughty kiss.

“Mmm. I taste good on your mouth,” she says when she pulls back.

“I should make sure though,” I say darkly.

When we reach my home, I don’t even bother to unzip her dress. I set her on the couch, kneel between her thighs, and push up the fabric.

A few minutes later, she’s making my favorite sounds against my mouth. Then panting, gasping. “You’re relentless, Nick,” she murmurs.

I brush my beard against her thigh. “You demanded orgasms the night I met you. Did I misunderstand you?”

She laughs, then sits up and leans forward, sliding one hand down my chest and gripping my cock through the fabric of my pants.

I moan as she squeezes. “Play with my dick, sweetheart,” I tell her then stand and help her along, unzipping my pants, pushing down my boxer briefs, and offering her my cock. Eagerly, she dips her face to my dick, rubbing the head against her lush red lips.

She reapplied her lipstick in the elevator of my building, and I intend to remove it very, very soon.

I nudge her lips open wider with my cock. Beautifully, she obeys. She licks the head reverently, like she’s indulging in me. Hot sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine.

She swirls her tongue over me then lets go to lick a deliriously sexy stripe down my shaft.

I can’t think anymore, it feels so good.

I breathe out hard, curling a hand around her head. “More,” I urge.

She looks up at me, wicked and powerful as she says, “Patience, handsome.”

I shake my head. “I can’t be patient. God, I want you so much.”

That seems to light her up since in no time, she’s grabbed my hips and has dragged me deep into her throat. She’s on my dick like it’s her next meal, and I can barely stand how erotic this moment is.

My beautiful woman is devouring my cock in my penthouse, her red lips stretched and full of me, all of New York beyond us. But I don’t think she’s focused on the natural art views since she’s so damn focused on my dick. She’s sucking hard and purposefully, but it’s too good. My thighs shake. My balls tingle.

I stop, ease out of her mouth.

She pouts. “But I like your dick.”

“Then spend some time with it in my bed.”

In my bedroom, I strip off my clothes the rest of the way as she tugs off her dress. But I stop and stare when the dress pools on the floor.

She’s breathtaking in black lingerie. My throat goes dry as I point stupidly at the fabric hugging her breasts. “That’s what was in your photo?”

“I bought it for our first New York date,” she says, then runs her fingers down a black satin corset that nearly makes me lose my mind.

“Leave it on and get on my dick now,” I tell her, then I grab a condom from the nightstand.

But once I’m in bed and she’s climbing over me, she takes the condom and tosses it behind her.

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