One Night Stand-In (Boyfriend Material #3) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,32
going to get this out of our systems and be friends. Right?” Her voice is pitched toward hope.
“Yeah, of course,” I say, but I’m honestly not thinking about anything beyond here and now.
And I’m also honestly not thinking at all. I’m feeling.
And what I feel most is white-hot want.
I peel off her panties and sigh with pleasure at the sight of her glistening wetness. “Look at you, so turned on.”
She lifts her chin, owning it. “Yes. I’m ridiculously aroused, Lucas. Now show me how much you want me too.”
“With pleasure.” I toe off my boots, undo my belt, and shed my jeans and black boxers.
“Oh God,” she moans as my cock springs free.
Her reaction is heady. It sends a lifetime’s worth of masculine pride surging through me, turning my dick to steel.
I run my hand down my length, teasing her.
“Gimme,” she urges.
Grabbing my wallet from my jeans, I find a condom. Then I climb up on the bed and over her, parking my knees on either side of her, my cock slapping against her tight stomach.
“Your dick is hot,” she says, wrapping a hand around my shaft.
I close my eyes, shuddering as she touches me. “So is your hand on me.”
“Lucas,” she whispers as she strokes, reverently touching and exploring my length.
“Yes?” I open my eyes.
“Do bad things to me,” she says in a dirty whisper.
“You don’t have to ask twice.”
I adjust our position, moving between her legs, spreading her open. I roll on a condom, then rub the head of my cock against her.
Her back bows. “God, yes. That’s so good.”
“And I’m not even inside you.”
“I know, and I think I’m going to come in seconds when you are,” she says like a woman who knows her body and her needs.
She offers herself up, her hips seeking, begging for more.
But “bad things” are better in other positions. I tease her for another few seconds, rubbing, stroking, until I pull back, grab her hips, and flip her over, doggie-style.
“Get on your hands and knees, and I promise I won’t be a gentleman at all.”
“You better not be,” she says, resting on her elbows, sinking deeper, lifting her lush ass in the air. If that isn’t a spanking opportunity, I don’t know what is.
I lift my hand and swat her once.
She yelps but finishes the sound with a moan.
I squeeze her cheeks. Her fantastic, delicious ass.
My God. What was I thinking that weekend? I should have fucking called from one of the captains’ phones.
Except now I can have her like this.
I move behind her, place my hands on her fantastic cheeks, spread her open. Then I grip my dick, rubbing the head against her wet pussy once more.
“Please,” she moans, lifting her ass higher.
I have never been more aroused than with this woman who knows exactly what she wants.
Me.
And I want her just as badly.
I push inside, my mind going hazy from that first delicious feel of her warmth enveloping my shaft.
“Yes,” she moans. “More.”
“Take it all, Lo. Take it fucking all,” I say, then slide the entire way into her, my hands gripping her hips as I fill her.
“Yes,” she moans. “That’s so fucking good.”
It’s more than good. It’s earth-shattering. For so many reasons, but especially this.
Lola is a talker.
As I fuck her, thrusting, pulling back, going deeper, she moans and groans and speaks.
More. Harder. Yes. So good.
She can’t stop talking, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
Her directions. Her responsiveness. The way she lets go, gives in, and doesn’t shut up.
“You like it hard and deep, don’t you?” I ask roughly as I push inside her.
She rocks back against me. “God, yes. Pull my hair while you fuck me hard.”
Pleasure barrels down my body.
Dear God, I don’t know how I can last with her filthy mouth, but I’ll find a way.
With one hand digging into the flesh of her ass, I reach for her curls, grabbing a fistful and tugging.
Yes. Love that. Turns me on so much.
She looks incredible taking all of me, begging for more, chasing her pleasure with words and moans and sexy grinds of her body.
I missed out on this.
I missed out on her.
And I wish she hadn’t laid down the law tonight.
Because once with her won’t be enough.
I know that now.
As she cries out my name, she adds the most delicious words of all. “Coming hard.”
When she lets go, she shakes, trembling, screaming, groaning, and I’m lost.
So fucking lost to the pleasure of this woman falling apart beneath me.