I don’t even know if we turn right or left, or if the elevator’s going up and down. To be honest with you, right I now, I don’t know anything at all. All I’m aware of is that the moment she opens her apartment door, it’s fucking on.

And it isn’t because of me.

One foot inside her apartment, and she turns to me and grabs me by the shirt. She pulls me into her, and I have no other option but to lean in and kiss her—not that I wanted to have any other option, mind you.

And fuck, the way she kisses, the way she tastes…yeah, this is so much better than what I had imagined. Her lips taste of ripe strawberries, and I can’t help but take my hands to her ass right away.

I squeeze it hard, pulling her into me, and that’s enough to turn my cock into a fucking steel rod. I’m so hard right now that I’m actually half-surprised my cock still hasn’t ripped its way out of my pants.

Before I even know what the fuck I’m doing, I have my hands on her hips, and I’ve pushed her back against the wall. Moving fast, I go down on one knee, my hands sliding down the side of her body.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her tone betraying her excitement.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I ask her, slowly moving my hands from her knees and up her legs.

As my fingers move underneath the hem of her dress, I notice her trembling slightly, and I swear I can almost feel the electricity running through her body. Before I know it, my fingertips are brushing against the drenched fabric of her thong.

Sweet fucking mercy, I swear…I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to taste a woman as much as I want to taste her right now. But why settle on the want, when I can actually do it?

Grabbing her thong, I yank it down her legs and, with a swift movement of my right hand, I lift her dress up. I take a second to enjoy the sigh of her pink pussy lips, and then I just dive into her, parting my lips and pressing them over her wetness.

Slowly, using my tongue to take her flavor in, I then wrap my lips around her clit and gently suck it in. Circling her clit with my tongue, I take my index finger to her pussy and use it to part her inner lips. Taking my time, I start easing two fingers in, her pussy growing tighter with each inch of her body I conquer.

“This is just the warm-up—you know that, right?” I tease her, taking a second to pull back from her pussy and look up at her. She throws me a half-baked smile, and then simply goes berserk.

“Oh, just shut up and keep at it,” she moans, burying her fingers in my hair and forcing me to crush my mouth against her pussy again. Jesus, for a woman as shy as she seemed to be, she sure brings the heat when it comes to sex.

Sometimes, all a woman needs is someone to tell her that yes, it’s okay to let loose and act crazy. Because, really, who doesn’t love acting crazy when the subject is pleasure?

Don’t bother answering, it’s a rhetorical question—and I’m too busy right now to hear your answer. Sorry, that’s just the way it goes.

Still devouring her, I close my eyes and surrender to the moment, her taste acting on my brain faster than any drug would ever do. Yeah, screw drugs—this woman is the only thing I need in my life.

Oh, man, am I already fucking addicted to her? If I am, it sure is the sweetest addiction anybody could ever have. Sign me up for a daily dosage of this—hell, make it an hourly dosage.

“So good…so good,” she repeats over and over again, her voice nothing but a purr.

Swaying her hips, she presses her pussy tight against my mouth, forcing me to go even more viciously. Not one to disappoint a lady, that’s exactly what I do—both my fingers and tongue up the tempo, and next thing I know, her moaning has turned into full blown screaming.

Just the way I like it.

“OH MY GOD!” She finally lets it out, the sound of her voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me in full force.

I’m not sure how thick the walls of her apartment are, but if I had to bet, I’d say that the neighbors must have a pretty clear image of what’s going on in here. Well, let them be jealous then.

“That was just the warm-up, remember?” I tell her as I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy.

Going back up to my feet, I take my hands to her shoulders and pull the straps of her dress down her arms. I only stop when her dress is bunched up at her feet, and then I remove the last piece of clothing on her body—the bra.

“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, the words leaving my mouth before I even know what the hell I’ve just said.

And it’s the truth, you know? I’ve fucked so many women I’ve lost count, but none like Samantha. There’s something about her—it’s like she has this fucking seductive aura.

“And I want to be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever fucked,” she adds, and there’s so much blood rushing to my cock right now that I’m actually surprised I haven’t fucking passed out.

Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.

“Let’s take care of that then, shall we?” I grin, and then I just pick her up from the floor and into my arms. “Now, where the hell’s the bedroom?”