IT’S BEEN A long time since I’ve fucked a woman as well as I fucked Jill last night. I like it rough and I go hard, but a lot of women have their limits. I won’t push a bed companion beyond what she’s comfortable with—a pussy dried up in fear is not what I call a good time. Seeing as most of my encounters are with women who don’t know me, the trust necessary to be who I am in bed isn’t there. I respect that, and I honor that. I don’t like it, but a warm, wet, willing pussy is better than my hand. I take what I can get.
But last night—last night was the best mistake I’ve ever made.
I know she deserves better. I know I should have stayed away—but there’s only so much a man can take. When she was sweet to me after I purposefully ignored her the entire ride back from the club, there was no doubt in my mind that the right thing to do was just go to bed with my dick in my hand—but I couldn’t do it. Those fucking blue eyes did me in. Like a pussy, I folded, and I took what I wanted.
And as fucked up as it may be, I intend to make the same mistake until she finally figures out that I’m not worth it and she doesn’t want me anywhere near her again.
It didn’t take long for me to surmise that she’s never been touched properly. The fact that she didn’t even know she had a g-spot was proof positive that no man has ever put his selfishness aside to learn her body and bring her the utmost pleasure. It was also obvious that her experience is a fucking joke—but last night, I opened a door, and she walked through it. She was hesitant at first, but her body knew what she needed.
The fucked up part is—she likes it just as raw and dirty as me.
She’ll take my dick and enjoy it, sure; but she came four times, and each time she came, it was pain that pushed her over the ledge.
Shit—even remembering how hard she came that last time has my dick ready and hungry for more. I smacked her ass so hard, and she screamed so loud—Christ, I’m so fucked.
The sun has been up a while, and it’s unusual for me to be in bed at this hour, but I’m not going anywhere anytime soon—and neither is she.
When she starts to stir, I look beside me and watch as she turns her head in my direction. Brushing her messy hair out of her face, she draws in a deep breath and flutters her eyes open. She offers me a small, bashful smile, and my dick stiffens even further, tenting the top sheet. Knowing that this woman—this sweet, innocent woman—will take my cock precisely the way I want to give it, it makes me want her all the more.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Turning onto my side, I crook my finger and mumble, “Come here.”
Her cheeks pink up as she purses her lips together, fighting another smile. She then shifts onto her side and scoots closer, but not close enough. Wanting her flush against me, I reach down and grab a handful of her ass, pulling her into me until my erection is pressed against her belly. Her eyes widen and she unconsciously licks her lips before she speaks.
“Um, should we maybe—?”
I don’t let her finish, sure that if whatever suggestion that’s on the tip of her tongue is something other than fucking, then no—we shouldn’t.
“Ashley’s with Corie this morning. Alone. You’re with me—alone.”
She nods, anxiously biting her lip as she looks down her cheeks. Not pleased with the way she’s chosen to take her eyes from me, considering the night we had, I give her ass a squeeze and grunt, “You through?”
Immediately, her gaze lifts to meet mine and she shakes her head, curling into me further. “No,” she breathes.
“Then what?”
She wrinkles her nose and admits, “I stink.”
A smirk pulls at the side of my mouth, and I roll her onto her back, dipping my head to line up our lips as I remind her, “You smell like a good fuck.”
She sighs, spreading her legs open for me as she circles her arms around my shoulders. I don’t think about the way her touch makes me feel; I don’t think about how timid she was about putting her hands on me after we both rid ourselves of our clothes last night; and I sure as shit don’t think about how much better it felt to be buried inside of her when her hands were reaching for me. Rather, I focus on the here and now.
Her eyes speak of her desire, but when she moves her lips against mine, she says, “I’m gross, Leo. You can’t want me smelling like this.”
Rubbing my cock against her, I stifle a groan as I mutter, “Think again.”
Before she can speak another word of argument, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moans, her whole body clinging to mine as she concedes to me. I kiss her greedily, running my left hand up her side and around her small tit, gripping her firmly and swallowing her groan.
With no intention of any real foreplay, I drag my lips from her mouth down to her ear and inform her, “We fuck. We wash while we fuck. We fuck again. And then we’ll see from there.”
“Okay,” she breathes, nodding her head against my cheek.
“You wet for me, baby?” I ask, already sure of the answer—her pussy reeking of her sweet musk.
“Yes,” she replies.
She hitches her knees up, pressing her thighs against my hips, allowing me to press deeper between her legs, and I pull the lobe of her ear between my teeth. I want nothing more than to sink my naked dick inside of her wet cunt, but I’d be a fool to even entertain the thought. This is just sex. There is no intimacy between us—not now, not ever. Riding bareback would give her the wrong idea. I don’t commit. I won’t commit.
I bite down gently against her soft flesh before I roll off of her, landing on the opposite side of the bed. I reach for a condom, rip the package open with my teeth, and then quickly sheath myself. Impatient to be inside of her again, I shift onto my side, grabbing hold of her hip and positioning her on hers. I yank her ass back against me as I shove my other arm under her side. Folding my forearm across her breasts, I hold her close and slide my hand from her hip down and around the back of her thigh. She follows my lead exactly, opening her legs, allowing me to ease my dick into her tight as fuck pussy.
She whispers a moan, pressing her ass back against me even more, allowing me to go deeper. I lower her leg and take hold of her hip in order to keep her steady. With her knees pressed together, she’s so tight around me. I bite down on my lip as I begin to take what I want—what I need. I set a steady pace, pounding into her with all my strength. The sound of my flesh slapping against hers is like music to my ears. I grunt, acknowledging how perfectly our bodies fit together. Her cunt feels like a fucking glove; and she’s so goddamn wet, I thrust in and out of her heat with ease.
When I squeeze her tit and then reach for her nipple, tweaking the hardened bud, she whimpers, moaning my name, and I feel my balls starting to rise. She feels so fucking good—her small frame just as pliable as I imagined it would be. I reach down and grab hold of her knee, moving her leg back over mine, giving me access to her clit. I smear her arousal around her swollen flesh, and she grabs hold of my wrist, attempting to apply more pressure to my hand.
“Fuck,” I growl, pinching her clit between my fingers.
“Yes,” she gasps, arching her chest forward and her hips back.
My breathing grows shallow, her response to my touch making my dick even harder. With plans of fucking her all morning, I don’t even try restraining myself, sure that I’ll come the instant she does—and I want her to come. I want her to come right fucking now.
I rub her clit with purpose, massaging her breast as I bury my face between her neck and shoulder. I listen as she starts to pant, and I know she’s close. I hold her on the edge until she whimpers pathetically, whispering of her desire. I smile wickedly, knowing exactly what she needs, but wishing for her to say it—and say it loud.
“What do you need, baby?” I grunt, my lips pressed to her ear.
She squeezes my wrist, mumbling her reply.
“I can’t hear you, Jill,” I growl through clenched teeth. Her desperation has me ready to explode, but I stay steady, commanding, “Tell me what you fucking need!”
“Harder!” she cries. “Oh, god—please!”
“Hell, yes,” I mutter as I pinch and pull on her nipple. With my other hand, I smack my fingers against her clit, and I feel it as her pussy starts to flutter around me. I smack her again, with greater force, and her whole body starts to tremble. I begin to lose control, bucking my hips wildly as I slap her clit once more. When she comes, her hold around my wrist tightens, her fingernails digging into my skin as she mewls in pleasure. Finally letting go, I groan—helpless against my own bliss as I fill the condom with my seed.
I thrust in and out of her until I am spent, and then I let my muscles go slack. The instant I begin to pull my hand away from her, she shakes her head. With her fingers still gripping my wrist, she guides my hand over her belly, and holds me there, using her other hand to cover the hand I’ve still got cupped around her chest. I lift my head to look down at her, and find her eyes are closed—her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.
Like a fucking idiot, I don’t pull away. I hold her until she twists to find my eyes, her voice soft and sweet as she asks, “Now can we take a shower?”
My dick twitches inside of her, and I think about the mistake I just made, wondering what’s wrong with me—I’m already feeling up to making another one. Tipping my chin in response to her inquiry, I untangle myself from around her and lead the way to the bathroom.
IT’S A FEW minutes after noon when I get a text from Ashley, informing me that he and Corie are on their way back. As I read the message, Jill climbs out of bed to check her phone, as well. She kneels down, digging it out of her purse—discarded in the middle of the floor last night—and fiddles with it for a second. When she stands back up and turns around, I see she’s got my shirt from yesterday pressed up against her chest. It hangs down to her thighs, shielding her pussy, and I do not approve.
“Drop it,” I mutter with a glare.
I don’t understand her, but I’m fascinated by her. I stare intently as I watch her anxiously tuck her hair behind her ears. After another pause, she lets go of my shirt, revealing her gorgeous body. Why she would want to hide it from me after the morning we’ve had, I have no fucking clue.
“In this room, when you’re with me, you’re naked.”
She twists her arms around each other, lacing her fingers together before she says, “You kind of say that like I’ll be in here again.”
I prop myself up on my elbows from where I lay in bed, arching an eyebrow at her in confusion. “You through?”
“What? No,” she insists, dropping her arms to her sides. Taking a couple steps toward me, she murmurs, “I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I don’t usually—I mean, I’ve never—”
“Yeah,” I grunt with a smirk. “I can tell.” Climbing out of bed, I close the distance between us and look down at her. She peers up at me, uncertainty clouding her pretty blue eyes. I reach around to grab a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck. “I get you off, you get me off, it works. Seems a waste of an opportunity, you sleeping in your bed, me sleeping in mine. We’ve got three more nights in this house. I won’t regret it if you won’t.”
“I won’t,” she breathes, lifting a hand to rest her palm against my abdomen.
Her touch sends a zing up my spine, and I let her go, stepping away from her before I start toward the bathroom. “They’ll be back soon,” I remind her, looking at her from over my shoulder. “Better get ready.”
“Right. Yeah. Of course,” she agrees, immediately gathering her clothes.
I don’t watch her get dressed and leave for her room. I need another shower. I stink—like a damn fine fuck.