Page 18 of Second Go-Round
“Like that, do you?” I lusted to go deeper, on the verge of losing it as her legs squeezed my waist, trying to meld me into her body. “My dick all up in your needy pussy?”
“Fuck, yes! Give it to me.” She panted, and I stared, memorizing every freckle across her nose, turned on by the furrow between her eyebrows, the intensity with which she enjoyed being impaled by my rock-hard length.
My hips moved on their own accord in my need to split her in half. “Want you to come on my dick, sweet girl. Need your cum dripping off my balls.”
“Oh, shit.” Whimpering, she smashed her mouth into mine, teeth clashing and tongues dueling as our bodies slammed together. A whined moan started deep in her chest, and she gasped twice against my lips before she convulsed. “Jarod!”
Her inner walls clamped on my girth like a pulsing fist, her juicy cum dripping down over my groin just like I’d wanted.
“Christ.” The word tore from my lips as my climax roared through my body, my cum spurting into the condom with every erratic thrust of my hips. “Jesus…fuck, Christine,” I growled the words on my last thrust, burying deep and clinging to her relaxed softness.
We gasped for breath, our foreheads resting against each other as the last spasm rocked my body, and I shuddered against her.
“Fucking fantastic.” Christine moaned and squeezed her inner muscles around my softening length again.
My abs jerked at my oversensitive dick, and I cursed, needing to be free of her body yet wanting to stay put forever.
“Goddamn, woman.” I brushed my dry lips over hers, tonguing my way between to lick inside her mouth. Addictively sweet, she made me desire more.
So much fucking more…
Christine sighed against my mouth, and I pulled away, finally meeting her gaze. Satiated orbs overtaken once more by green drank in my soul like I was a free glass of water with no other purpose other than to satisfy her needs.
I should have felt used…but didn’t, my hips still pinning her against the wall.
My hands found their way into her lush hair, and I pushed the mass back over her shoulders, tucking some other stray strands behind her ears. I realized a small smile curved my lips as I ran a thumb over her cheekbones and the freckles that appeared to map out a picture for me to connect the dots.
Why did being inside her feel so damn good? It hadn’t just been the fucking, the release. Even fast and hard, being offered the gift of her body had felt…intimate. Perhaps even tender?
A shiver rippled down my spine—
“You are one fantastic fuck,” she murmured and smiled like a lazy, untamable cat.
Pride swelled inside my chest, easing my strange unrest at that moment, but my softening length suggested I ease from her core and set things right.
“You okay?” I asked while pulling free and stepping back enough for her legs to slide to the floor.
She grinned a mischievous curl of lips and flashing white teeth. “Seriously, never better. Want a beer?”
I blinked at her flippant tone. Hadn’t she come as hard as I? Weren’t her knees a little weak, her body still tingling and wanting to collapse in on itself? “Yeah,” I heard myself murmur an answer.
Shimmying her skirt back down her thighs, she stepped around me as though she hadn’t just gotten fulfillment from that first round and was left wet and sated. “Bathroom’s at the end of the hall.”
My gaze glued to her round ass while I yanked my jeans back up from my ankles just high enough I wouldn’t trip while making my way to the bathroom. I definitely wouldn’t have to worry about her getting all clingy or cuddly like some clients, I thought as she opened the fridge as though on a mission. A frown furrowed my brow at her seemingly unfazed attitude by our shared climax that had tilted me completely off-balance. Unsure of what riled inside me, I headed to the bathroom to unsheathe my flaccid dick and clean up.
I’d never enjoyed pleasing a client so much. Hadn’t ever gotten so involved in my own headspace and chasing satisfaction that I took rather than gave of myself.
But those curves. That mouth. The sounds she’d made while creaming the hell out of my cock.
A shudder ripped through me, life once more returning between my thighs. Rocking a semi, I returned to the kitchen, determined to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Christine handed me a bottle of Sam Adam’s, her gaze flitting over my face. “Are you okay?”
I forced my eyebrows to relax, not having realized I still frowned. “Yeah.”
Her dazzling smile hit me like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, and I stared as she sashayed into the living room and bent to retrieve the clicker from the coffee table.
I couldn’t take my hungry eyes off her, the same as when I’d first caught sight of that spill of red waves hanging down her back.
