“Probably. Maybe I just wanted to live one of the stories I wrote for once.”
“So, in these stories of yours, with these happily ever afters, do the characters have sex?” I lean back and part my legs a touch, causing the sheet to slide from my lap. I want that smile back on her face.
Actually, I want her beneath me and screaming my name again.
Her eyes zero in on my cock straightaway, and a flush covers her chest.
I fucking love how responsive she is to me.
“Yeah,” she croaks and clears her throat. “Yeah, they do.”
“And you write these sex scenes?”
“Yes.” She hasn’t taken her eyes off my cock yet, and he’s preening under her attention.
“Any particular sex scene that you’ve ever wanted to act out?” I cup my balls with my hand and then slide my hand up and palm my dick, giving it a firm squeeze.
A hot breath leaves her, but she doesn’t look away from my hand. She’s standing there, watching me jack myself off.
It’s seriously fucking hot.
“There, uh … was this one scene I wrote, where, uh …”
She licks her lips, and the action makes me even harder. I want her mouth on me so bad.
“The girl, she, uh … had sex with the guy before she even knew his name.”
“Sex with a stranger?”
“Yeah.” Her breaths are coming in fast. Lips parted. Her gorgeous chest rising up and down. The grip that she’s had on that blanket is starting to loosen.
Funny that that’s her fantasy when after having sex with me and knowing my name but not knowing other stuff freaked her out.
I guess the fantasy is always different from the reality.
Taking my hand off my dick, I crook my finger at her. “Come here.”
She walks over to me. Coming to a stop between my parted legs.
I tug at her blanket, letting it fall to the floor.
My eyes roam her naked body. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“You are stunning,” I tell her.
She stares down at me. Those insane eyes of hers are glassy with lust. Her chest flush with want. Reaching out, I hold her hip with my hand, brushing my thumb over the soft skin of her stomach. She shudders.
My other hand cups her cheek. Her face is flawless, except for a tiny mole above her lip. I press my thumb over her lips, dragging it down. She captures it between her teeth, surprising me.
I feel the touch of her tongue against the tip of it, and the feeling shoots straight to my dick, making him even harder.
She releases my thumb from her mouth. I slide my hand into her hair and tug her mouth down to mine, stopping just before our lips meet.
“You ready to forget my name?” I whisper to her right before I slam my lips to hers and waste no time in kissing her like I’m gonna fuck her. Hard.
Her tongue seeks entry into my mouth. When it slides against mine, it’s like a cattle prod to the spine.
My arm curls around her ass, and I lift her and turn, putting her on the bed and me on top of her.
No foreplay this time. I just want to fuck her. Fast and hard.
I leave her for a moment to grab a condom. I have that fucker on in record time.
Then, I’m back on top of her, my mouth ravaging hers as I slide inside her.
Fuck. Yes.
I’ve never been inside such a tight pussy. I don’t know if it’s because she’s so physically small—the women I usually fuck are taller than Dillon—or if it’s because she has the magical unicorn of pussies.
Well, whatever it is, I don’t care.
I just care that I’m inside her.
I could literally fucking live in here. She feels that good.
When I’m buried to the hilt, she moans into my mouth.
The sound of her moan vibrates in my chest, and it’s like pouring gasoline on an already-raging fire.
I don’t know what it is about her, but she has my dopamine levels going fucking crazy.
I grab her hands and pin them to the bed. “What’s my name?”
Her eyes blink open, and she stares up at me. A dirty, sexy fucking grin comes on her lips.
“I don’t know.” She plays along.
“You wanna know?”
She shakes her head.
It’s my turn to smile. “Good. Now, hold on tight ’cause I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
Her legs lift and wrap around my back, and her fingers slide between mine, gripping my hands.