Page 54 of Shot Taker

All I want is to be inside her. But instead of giving in to impulse here, I get off the couch and lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips as I carry her down the hall towards the bedrooms.

“First one is me,” she murmurs.

I turn where she says and tear my gaze from her long enough to look around.

The room itself is soft pink, the queen mattress covered in a white bedspread. There’s a desk covered in art supplies and a sketchpad.

I’m curious what she’s working on, but I’ve got my hands full.

I cross the room and lay her gently on the bed. Her hair spreads out on the pillow, and she looks like a goddess or a fairy or both.

I take my time undressing her, feeling her eyes on me the entire time.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.

She smiles as she reaches for me, her hands stroking my chest, my arms, my abs.

I yank off my pants, tossing them off the side of the bed without taking my eyes from her.

We're skin to skin, my body tense and my cock already a steel rod between us.

“I’ve thought about this a million times,” I tell her.

Her lips curve. “Sounds like an exaggeration.”

“It’s a conservative estimate.”

I press two fingers inside her, and she arches up to meet me.

Her body is so hot, her pussy squeezing my fingers.

She’s not wrong to think it’ll be a tight fit.

I’m six-five and have a cock to match.

It’s my job to make her ready.

As ready as she can be.

When she reaches for my cock, I gently press her hand against the bedspread.

“Let me.”

She bites her lip and allows me to explore her. Tonight, there’s no one barging in. There’s nothing stopping us.

My fingers work inside her, playing with her clit and her pussy until she tightens around me.

“Oh, God. Clay. Yes…”

She’s slick and turned on, making little sounds even as I withdraw from her.

I shift off the bed to grab a condom from my wallet. When I come back, she’s panting and staring up at me from her elbows.

But her attention falls to my cock.

“You want this, sweetheart?”

She smiles, breathless. “Yes.”

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