as he reaches into an industrial metal nightstand, pulling out the necessary condom, teeth tearing it open.
I turn my head, cheek smashed on the pillow as I smile. Gage dips down to kiss it away, his tongue searching for mine and finding it willing. With the beast behind me, jeans around his thighs, cock quickly protected and rubbing up and down my pussy, I let out the happiest moan.
“You’re really wet.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m going to get you off in under a minute.”
I smile, “Time is of the essence.”
Gage’s enormous shaft slowly slips into my cave, stretching my throbbing walls tighter inch by inch.
He grunts, slowly fucking me and biting my neck, teeth rough.
A hot twist lights a match inside us, and Gage moves with it. We’re totally connected, our hips knowing when to rise and fall. There’s a sweet fire licking my pussy now, teasing me with each grind.
Gage’s breath warms my ear.
I’m panting.
He is, too.
The fiery licks sting a little I’m so close to cumming on his huge cock. Sensing it, Gage lets out this primal growl before seeking out my mouth, shutting up my moans with a kiss that welds us together.
A contraction tenses my body, legs suddenly like a statue’s as my gasp gets muffled by his lips. He slides in and out of my sopping wet pussy, panting a hungry, “That’s right, give it to me,” stripping me of my mind.
A thick heartbeat pulses down below. There is only the heavy weight of this clothed man on my naked body, the pleasure of his cock’s immense size. He roars as we cum, primitive patterns of movement throwing me into a spiral of needs met.
Gage’s face is buried in my neck as he catches his breath, “Fuck, Cherry, wow.”
I grin, seek out his left hand and lace our fingers. “I’ve gotta go, huh?”
“You want me to drive you home or to work?”
“I don’t think I have time for home.”
He murmurs, “Work then,” kissing my neck before getting up and carefully pulling off the condom. “Where am I taking you?”
With a long, grinning, lazy stretch, I give him the address for the studio I’m opening today so that Paige can sleep in.
Throwing my legs over the side of his king size, I catch sight of a clock and see it’s only five-after-six. “Oh nice! You gave us plenty of time!”
“Wasn’t sure if you needed to go home first.”
“No, that’s cool. I threw my jeans and T on right before I met up with you. When Wyatt texted I was in my pjs.”
Gage reminds me with a smirk, “And we showered.”
I plant a quick kiss on his gorgeous face, “See? Perfect!” while strolling to the bathroom. “Only one teacher has the keys and she’s off ’til Saturday, so the responsibility lies on my shoulders.”
He follows me. “You say that with pride.”
Glancing back with a shrugged, “Of course,” I catch him checking out my ass, spin around, walk backward, and point to my auburn trim. “How about this? Like this, too?” Gage laughs, and I press two fingers into his work-shirt, “I need a private moment,” disappearing into the bathroom before swinging the door open and pointing to his trash bin. “You want to throw that out first?”
He strolls by me, disposes of the protection, and washes his hands, smirking through the mirror’s reflection to where I’m leaning on the doorframe. “Nice manners.”
“I look out for you.”
“And you look good doing it.”
“That’s right.”
Snatching a hand towel to dry off with, he mutters, “You’re too much.”
“I’m just enough.”
Gage tosses the towel, pulls me close, crocodiles smiling. “You’re more than enough.” Dipping down for the cupboard under his sink, he pulls out a new, unopened toothbrush and lays it on the counter for me. “I’ll be downstairs.”
I watch him leave, work-shirt pulling across his broad shoulders as he shuts the door.
With a frown I turn to wash up, and catch my reflection for the first time.
I gasp at my crazy hair, “Holy fuck!” heading for the shower to tame this mane of chaos. “And there he was looking at me like I was beautiful. Is he nuts?!”
No more than ten minutes later I’m downstairs, dressed, wet hair twisted in a tight ballerina’s bun, white t-shirt dotted from droplets that will dry by the time I get to Om This.
From the kitchen, Gage tosses a green apple to me.
I miss, roll my eyes, and chase it across his living room floor. “Ew.”
He catches my returned toss, and throws me a new one. “Think fast.”
“Got