Page 28 of Second Go-Round

My gaze jerked back to Jarod. God, did I want to ask him what he’d meant, but I so wasn’t going there. “Tell me one of your fantasies,” I said instead.

His focus dipped low to my pebbled nipples again. “The second I first laid eyes on you moving at the club, I wanted to be buried balls deep inside of your ass.”

My pussy clenched, releasing enough moisture to soak through my shirt beneath me and leave a wet spot on my chair when I stood.

“Have you had anal sex before?” he asked before I could respond.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was too…loving.” I cringed at the memory of honey-coated words and gentle nudges up my backside. “If you’re going to fuck my ass, fuck it. Don’t make love to it.”

Jarod’s gaze burned into me. “I’m up for round three if you are.”

And be further wrecked for all future hookups?

I nodded and ignored the blaring alarms going off in my head. “Fuck yeah.”

Chapter 12

Jarod

I’d lied. My dick was way more than up for another go at Christine’s body and had been except for that brief moment when she’d told me about her mom. Pushing the memory of the unfinished story from my mind, I focused on the gorgeous woman tempting me to change almost everything about my existence.

“What?” she asked, her breathless tone along with the tight nipples poking at her T-shirt promising me a wet pussy.

I guessed I’d hesitated a few seconds too long after offering to be of service. Standing, I rounded the table and held out a hand in invitation.

Christine slid her palm against mine, and I pulled her to her feet. Rather than going for her lips, I spun her body and tugged her close against my chest as I’d done at the dance club. One arm wrapped around her waist, I released her hand and moved her hair off to the side, baring her pale neck.

My dick bucked, my mouth drooling to suckle and bruise her up for the world to see.

Nope.

Still, I clamped onto her soft skin, teeth nibbling, but not hard enough to leave a mark like the hickey I’d gifted her breast where no one would notice.

She went boneless, sagging against me in sweet surrender that fueled the fire in my blood.

Shuffling her forward to the island, I took us both where I wanted to go. The countertop pressed against her hips, and I pushed her torso down, chest flat against the granite. Forget the gentleness of our earlier messing around on her bed. She’d all but asked for my dick hard and deep up her ass with a lack of emotions. I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to end the evening and stop whatever had gone down before our late-night snack.

I kicked her feet apart and palmed her ass, honeysuckle and creamy pussy overriding the savory smell of bacon lingering in the air.

“You like it rough?” I whispered against her ear and shoved two fingers deep inside of her soaked sheath.

She whimpered as though unable to form words, squirming in my hold.

Two thrusts, and I pulled my fingers free, lifting them to my mouth. I inhaled deeply, drawing the musky scent of her into my lungs.

“You smell so damn good.” I sucked her tangy sweetness of my fingers. “Taste even better.”

Christine cursed under her breath, shifting beneath my other palm on her lower back.

“Don’t move.” Grinding against her ass, I grabbed the black bag off the other end of the island and pulled it toward me.

Christine panted but stayed put like I’d commanded while I rifled through the goodies supplied by Elite.

I sat a vibrating dildo and condom beside her hip but kept the bottle of lube in hand, snapping open the cap to drip it down her crack.

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