“Phoenix Banks, do you know how muchworkI’ve put in to get you naked? And you want to know if I intend to throw all that away on a five-minute date with a stranger in town?”
“So, you only wanted to get me naked, huh?” he goads, rocking his erection against me.
“That’s all you heard?”
“I think that was the important part.” He shrugs and cups my breasts, pushing them together and dragging his tongue between them. “I’m happy you’re supporting my sister, but you’re still gonna make it up to me.”
“Why do I have to make it up to you?” I say with a laugh.
“Because I’m sad.”
“Oh, you poor baby,” I coo mockingly.
“This makes me feel better,” he murmurs, still talking to my chest.
“Know what else will make you feel better?”
“Sliding inside your pussy and letting you ride me like this while I play with your tits?”
“I was going to say breakfast, but this works.” I gasp as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and I try to calculate the numberof condoms we used last night and determine if there are any left.
“I like my idea better.”
“But I think we used all the condoms.”
“Plenty we can do without them,” he rasps, his thumb pressing little circles over my clit.
“Or we could not use them,” I say, nibbling on my bottom lip as his hooded eyes lock on mine.
“I’ve never gone without one,” he says, making it impossible to know what he’s thinking.
“I’m on the pill and I just had my checkup. I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, rubbing my clit harder and preventing me from throwing as much sass at him as I’d like.
“About not being with anyone? Yes. Very sure.”
“I meant are you sure about not using one. I tested negative a few months ago, but I’m more than happy spending all day with my tongue in your pussy.”
Instead of answering, I lean up and tease my opening with the head of his cock before sliding all the way down and grinding against him.
“I’m sure.”
“Do it again,” he groans, his arms braced behind him, giving him an unobstructed view of my body as I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I ride him. Slowly and with more patience than I thought I possessed, I lift myself almost completely off him before slamming back down.
I gasp, my breasts bouncing and every nerve ending in my body alive and pulsing as I do it over and over again.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growls, his hands fisting the sheets as my nails dig into his shoulders.
“I need to get there,” I whine and he chuckles, the sound low and menacing.
“No patience,” he scolds, leaning back, his palms sliding up my thighs to grip my hips. Holding me steady, he pistons up into me, my orgasm barreling down until I’m screaming his name. Wave after wave crashes over me, my core strangling his cock until he can’t hold out any longer.
Phoenix comes on a guttural roar, his face a mask of divine pleasure that I want to see every day for as long as I live.
The thought is terrifying but not at all surprising as I collapse onto his chest and smile against his skin as his heartbeat syncs with mine.
This.
