Page 36 of Hotshot Mogul

I grabbed my phone and shot a pic of her face and showed her. She laughed so hard, she snorted and slipped off me. “I look like an angry child—how do you say? A spoiled brat.”

I wanted to spoil her. I loved that she let her guard down enough to brat out. And I loved that she wanted me with nothing between us. I wanted that, too.

I grabbed my wallet and ripped open the package. She stopped me. “I want to do it. I watched you yesterday.”

I was helpless to refuse her, but worried. If she messed it up, this was my last one.

She did it correctly, then climbed back on top of me. Grinning, she slowly took me inside of her. “Are you sore?” I asked her.

“No.” Her hair fell over me like a curtain when she leaned down and played with my nipples.

“I love you.” I couldn’t stop saying it.

She lifted, brushed my hair off my forehead and smiled. This woman. I would do anything to see her smile like this. “I love you, also.” She sunk down fast, taking me to the hilt, then again, and again.

I took hold of her waist but didn’t try to control her. I wanted to let her have her sweet way with me. She took two, then three more strokes. Her pussy clenched hard around my dick, drenching it—triggering my release. My life force poured out. She cried out words I didn’t understand, then collapsed atop me. I pulled out, hoping the condom held up. I settled her on her side, disposed of the condom, then went back to her.

She put her cheek on my shoulder and hand on my stomach. Her hair smelled like flowers. I could never go back from having her, being one with her.

Her breath was soft and slow. I’d tired her out again. Why did I get such a kick out of that? My back was stiff, but I stayed still for a moment, just holding her, giving her a chance to rest. But I had to taste her, make her come again.

I started with her breasts. She stirred and ran her fingers through my hair. I teased her nipples into stiff, pouty points, then moved lower, to her soft thighs, then her sweet pussy. I flicked my tongue against her clit. She bucked. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No.”

“Tell me what you said before, in that other language.” I put one, then two fingers inside her.

I glanced up. Her cheeks were red. She chewed her lip. Was she embarrassed? “They are words of protection for my heart in the language of the forest.”

I pressed my hand to her chest. “Say the words again.”

After she did, I repeated them the best I could. She smiled. “Your heart is perfect. You are perfect.”

I returned to her sweet sex. She pulled my hair—hard—as I brought her to the brink, learning her body and what she liked. She lapsed into the other language and glared. “I said you are deer turds for teasing me.”

I spread her legs wide and I did what I learned she liked. She arched her back. I wondered if I had bald spots. I didn’t care. Her pussy clenched hard around my fingers, drenching me. “Eeyoow.”

When she calmed, I kissed her, with her taste on my tongue, only breaking away so we could breathe. She cupped my jaw. “That was the tits,” she said.

I laughed until my sides hurt. She laughed, too. I drew her against me, spooning her, until we were laughed out. She sat up and threaded her fingers through her tangled hair.

I saw that I had received four texts. It was only eight-thirty in the morning. What could be so urgent? Mom and Dad would phone me if it was important.

Two were from Kathy in the Oakdale Planning Department, just red tape shit she needed, like, yesterday. Two were from Beth. We need to talk!! And I have something to tell you. I scrubbed my hand over my face, beyond pissed. WTF?

“Are things wrong?” Anneliese asked.

“Just loose ends I need to tie up.” I sounded like an entitled douche, relegating Beth to a loose end. We were casual hookups—at least, I’d thought we were. I needed to end it with Beth, be honest, and make it clear I was with Anneliese now, then take care of my business.

I pulled on my stained and torn dress pants and shirt that needed a wash. “Could you take me into Oakdale on your scooter?” I asked, thinking we could stuff as much of the gear into the pouches and come back for the rest of it later—somehow, after I dealt with my four slashed tires. “I need to stop by my place. You could stay there while I take care of stuff.”

She pulled on her dress and finger-combed her hair. “We could shower there,” I said, waggling my eyebrows.

She walked outside and looked up at the sky. “No, I must be here by midday.”

Why? A bird cawed. Ominous? Sick dread snaked up my spine. I wouldn’t leave her. My phone pinged with another fucking text.

Beth: ???

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