She’s about to get inside her car when I grab her by the wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“Going home,” she whispers, looking at me with wide eyes.

“No way,” I tell her, reaching for her car keys and taking them out from her hands. “You’re not driving like that. Your ankle’s all swollen. We’ll take my car.”

I don’t even let her argue the point. I just pick her up from the floor and carry her toward my Aston, parked just a few dozen meters away from her Prius. As gently as I can, I place her on the driver’s seat and then I take my place behind the wheel.

“I’ll need directions,” I say, looking at her with a grin. Fuck, I can barely control myself. If it weren’t for the fact we’re surrounded by all these fucking tourists, I’d just fuck her right here.

“It’s easy,” she replies, and a few minutes later we’re cruising down the highway, my cock still fighting back against the fabric of my shorts. I don’t even remember the last time I was this hard.

The moment I park the Aston outside her apartment building, I get out of the car and just pick her up. I carry her inside the building and straight toward the elevator, my lips aching for hers with each step I take.

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” I tell her as she fumbles with her keys. When the door to her apartment finally swings open, I almost tumble inside. Still, I regain my balance and softly place her down.

“I don’t want to wait,” she adds, throwing her arms over my shoulders and reeling me in. Our lips meet, and then I’m working on auto-pilot.

With one hand on her waist, I grab the hem of her crop top and then pull it over her head and throw it to the floor. After that, I just tug on her shorts, sending them down her legs. The fabric pools at her feet and she kicks it to a faraway corner. She might feel exposed right now in her bra and her tiny thong, but judging by the look on her face, she’s liking it. And so am I.

I take a step back and allow my eyes to roam over her half-naked body. She looks fucking hot in nothing but shorts and a tank top, but this…fuck, this is something else. Where has this woman been all my life?

“Now this is a pretty sight,” I tease her, my eyes wandering up and down her body. My gaze lingers on her thong, and then it does the same on her breasts.

Feeling my heart kick against my chest, I grab her by the arms and push her toward the couch in the middle of her living room. I lay her down on it and I lean into her.

My lips reach for her mouth while my hand anxiously slides down her body. My other hand slowly goes to her back, finds the clasp of her bra and frees it; instead of allowing the cups to droop over her breasts, though, she places her hands over them.

Allowing the tension to build, she pushes the straps of her bra down her shoulders, and only then she does allow the cups to start drooping. My eyes widen as her right nipple comes into sight, rosy and hard, and I just want to get a taste of it.

I reach for her breasts then. She trembles slightly as she feels the palm of my hands pressing down on her hard nipples, and then I turn my fingers into claws and squeeze her breasts eagerly. She gasps as I do it, her breasts burning with pleasure.

Then I run my lips from her mouth, to her neck, and finally then on her nipple. I wrap my lips around her hard tip and, taking it into my mouth, I start sucking on it. My tongue gently circles her right nipple while I suck on it and my other hand squeezes her left breast. She closes her eyes, a pleasant warmth under her skin.

“It´s so good,” she whispers, her mouth allowing a soft moan to escape.

I continue doing the same to the other nipple.

“It’ll get better soon enough”, I grin.

I pull my mouth out of her nipples and slide my hands down the side of her body, taking them to her waist.

With a growl, I take my fingers to her inner thighs and pull on her thong, sending it down her legs. She bites her lower lip as she feels it sliding down.

As I expose her wetness, she curls her fingers around my wrist and makes me press my hand against her pussy. My fingertips caress her inner lips with gentleness, tracing the contour of her pussy and carefully avoiding her clit. She starts swaying her hips back and forth, trying to make me press my fingers against her clit.

Then, before she can even moan, I open my hand and press it hard between her thighs. She snaps her legs shut by instinct, trapping my hand there as I flick one finger against her inner lips. She opens her mouth and sighs in frenzied delight as she feels my finger sliding inside of her.

I take it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing my fingertip against her G-spot. I rub her there, drowning her brain with pleasure. When I slide one more finger inside of her, she can’t stop herself from moaning – she opens her mouth and lets a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from her lips.

Just like that, she arches her back and I feel her pussy tightening around my fingers as she comes.

Still shaking, she gets up from the couch and presses her hand on my crotch, my cock pulsing furiously against her, and slides it upwards towards the hem of my shorts. Her eyes never leaving mine, she slowly starts pulling them down, my cock pressing out against her knuckles as she goes.

Wasting no time, she grabs my underwear, pushing it down in one swift movement. My cock jumps out at once – I can see on her face she’s surprised by my length, and I can’t help but grin.

“Not bad,” she smirks at me, curling her fingers around the root of my shaft.

She starts stroking me, taking one hand all the way up my length and then making the same climb with her other hand. She goes like that for a while, tugging on my member with both her hands in a flowing motion.

My hips rock slightly forwards, and I just want to put my whole hardness inside her mouth. She lets her hands go up to my stomach and she grabs at my t-shirt, tugging on it and undressing me.

I take it out as she hurries down to my shorts and boxer briefs and push them completely down my legs. Before I can take them off, she grabs me by the waist and pushes me down onto the couch, right next to her.

I grin at her as she positions herself on top of me, taking my sneakers off and throwing them away. I kick off my shorts then, taking a whole second to marvel at the perfect, naked girl standing on top of me.

She leans into me fast, parting her lips and taking my cock inside of her mouth. I exhale in pleasure as she flicks her tongue against my tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements.

My hands go to her head and I push her down with an almost anxious eagerness. She doesn’t even bother resisting my pressure – she wants to feel that thickness inside her tight mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it either.

Going down my length, she pushes herself as hard as she can, straining to fit me all inside of her mouth. She pulls back slowly the moment she feels her lips touching the skin at the base of my cock.

Then, firmly grabbing my cock by the root, she starts bobbing her head, my length going in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. I guide her with my hands although she keeps her own rhythm – she needs no guidance, the rhythm of her mouth on my shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.

Pulling back out again, she lets my cock pop out of her mouth and starts stroking me again, her eyes never leaving mine.

Oh, Kayla’s good…very fucking good.