Tangled
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We’re both out of breath and staring, practically attacking each other with our eyes. She bites her lip, and her hands disappear behind her back. I hear the hiss of a zipper, and then her skirt is slowly sliding to the floor. It’s the sexiest goddamn thing I have ever seen.
Kate stands in front of me in black lace boy-short panties, an open white blouse, and high heels. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is tousled from my hands. She’s a goddess…fucking divine. And the way she’s looking at me almost has me coming right here and now. I reach for my wallet and pull the condom out, resting it on the cushion next to me.
Kate walks toward me…leaving her high heels on.
Christ Jesus.
She kneels between my legs and unbuttons my pants, keeping her blazing eyes locked on mine. I lift up, and she peels my pants and boxers off. My c**k springs up, proud and hard and so f**king ready. Her eyes go down, and she looks me over. I let her get her fill; I’m not really the shy type.
But when a devilish smile comes to her lips and she leans toward my dick, I grab her and pull her back to my mouth. I don’t know what she was planning—well, I have an idea—but if I don’t get inside her soon, I think I’m actually going to die.
I lift her at the waist, and her knees rest on either side of me. I hold her up with one hand while the other pushes the lace between her legs to the side. I dip two fingers inside her. Jesus. She’s ready too. I slide my fingers all the way in, and we both moan loudly. She’s wet…and hot. She molds snugly around my fingers, and my eyes close, knowing just how incredible she’ll feel around my cock. I pump my fingers in and out, and she starts riding my hand. She’s whimpering…moaning…gasping my name.
Music to my frigging ears.
I can’t take it anymore. I grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth. Kate rises up as I start to roll it on. Then she pushes my hands away. And she rolls it on for me.
Sweet f**king Christ Almighty.
I pull at her lace panties. I want her bare, nothing in the way. With a rip and a snap, I tear them off. Her dark curls and shiny lips beckon me, and I swear to God I’ll give them all the attention they deserve later. But I can’t wait.
My eyes are on hers…those dark chocolate eyes that pulled me in the moment I first saw them.
Gorgeous.
Slowly, she sinks down on me. For a moment, neither of us moves. Or breathes. She’s tight…fuck…even through the rubber, I feel her walls stretching for me.
I whisper her name, like a prayer. “Kate.”
I take her face in my hands and bring her down to me. I can’t not kiss her. She rises up, pulling me almost completely out before smoothly sliding down, taking me back inside.
Holy God.
Nothing has ever felt this good—nothing. My hands grasp her hips, helping her ride my c**k with steady strokes. Our mouths are open against each other, kissing and panting.
I pull myself up to sit straighter, knowing the added pressure against her clit will make it better for her. And I’m not wrong. She comes down on me harder, faster, my hands digging into her hips. I kiss her neck and bend my head, licking my way to a hardened nipple. I take it in my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around, making her hand fist in my hair as she moans.
I’m not going to last. There’s no way. I’ve waited for this too long, wanted it too much. I brace my feet on the floor and start thrusting up, stabbing into her, pushing her hips down hard as I do. It’s bliss. Hard, deep, wet rapture, and I never want it to end.
She throws her head back and moans louder. “Yes…yes…Drew.”
I’m cursing and calling her name, both of us almost mindless. Out of control. Because it feels that f**king good.
She screams my name, and I know she’s coming.
God, I love her voice.
And then she’s contracting all around me—her pu**y around my cock, her legs against my thighs, her hands on my shoulders—all clenching taut and stiff. And I’m right there with her.
“Kate, Kate…fuck…Kate.”
I thrust up again and again. Then I come long and hard. White-hot pleasure shoots through my body unlike anything I have ever felt before. My head falls against the back of the couch.
After the spasms die down, my arms come up around Kate, bringing our chests together and her head against my neck. I feel her heartbeat start to return to normal. And then she’s laughing, low and satisfied.
“God…that was so…so…”
Now I’m smiling too. “I know.”
Earth shattering. Off the Richter Scale. Powerful enough to take out a small island country.
I stroke my hand through her hair…so frigging soft. I lean down and kiss her again. So goddamn perfect.
What a great night. I think this could very well be the best night of my life. And it’s only just started.
Kate squeals as I stand up and carry her, wrapped around me, to my bedroom.
I’ve never brought a woman to my bedroom before. It’s a rule. No random hook-ups in my apartment—never even considered it. If one of those girls actually knew where I lived? Can you say Stalker Psycho, anyone?
But I don’t think twice about laying Kate down in the middle of my bed. She watches me, on her knees as I strip off my buttonless shirt and get rid of the used condom. Biting her lip with a smile, she peels off her own blouse that was still hanging on her arms. Oh yeah—and she’s still got her heels on.
Nice. So very, very nice.
Kate stands in front of me in black lace boy-short panties, an open white blouse, and high heels. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is tousled from my hands. She’s a goddess…fucking divine. And the way she’s looking at me almost has me coming right here and now. I reach for my wallet and pull the condom out, resting it on the cushion next to me.
Kate walks toward me…leaving her high heels on.
Christ Jesus.
She kneels between my legs and unbuttons my pants, keeping her blazing eyes locked on mine. I lift up, and she peels my pants and boxers off. My c**k springs up, proud and hard and so f**king ready. Her eyes go down, and she looks me over. I let her get her fill; I’m not really the shy type.
But when a devilish smile comes to her lips and she leans toward my dick, I grab her and pull her back to my mouth. I don’t know what she was planning—well, I have an idea—but if I don’t get inside her soon, I think I’m actually going to die.
I lift her at the waist, and her knees rest on either side of me. I hold her up with one hand while the other pushes the lace between her legs to the side. I dip two fingers inside her. Jesus. She’s ready too. I slide my fingers all the way in, and we both moan loudly. She’s wet…and hot. She molds snugly around my fingers, and my eyes close, knowing just how incredible she’ll feel around my cock. I pump my fingers in and out, and she starts riding my hand. She’s whimpering…moaning…gasping my name.
Music to my frigging ears.
I can’t take it anymore. I grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth. Kate rises up as I start to roll it on. Then she pushes my hands away. And she rolls it on for me.
Sweet f**king Christ Almighty.
I pull at her lace panties. I want her bare, nothing in the way. With a rip and a snap, I tear them off. Her dark curls and shiny lips beckon me, and I swear to God I’ll give them all the attention they deserve later. But I can’t wait.
My eyes are on hers…those dark chocolate eyes that pulled me in the moment I first saw them.
Gorgeous.
Slowly, she sinks down on me. For a moment, neither of us moves. Or breathes. She’s tight…fuck…even through the rubber, I feel her walls stretching for me.
I whisper her name, like a prayer. “Kate.”
I take her face in my hands and bring her down to me. I can’t not kiss her. She rises up, pulling me almost completely out before smoothly sliding down, taking me back inside.
Holy God.
Nothing has ever felt this good—nothing. My hands grasp her hips, helping her ride my c**k with steady strokes. Our mouths are open against each other, kissing and panting.
I pull myself up to sit straighter, knowing the added pressure against her clit will make it better for her. And I’m not wrong. She comes down on me harder, faster, my hands digging into her hips. I kiss her neck and bend my head, licking my way to a hardened nipple. I take it in my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around, making her hand fist in my hair as she moans.
I’m not going to last. There’s no way. I’ve waited for this too long, wanted it too much. I brace my feet on the floor and start thrusting up, stabbing into her, pushing her hips down hard as I do. It’s bliss. Hard, deep, wet rapture, and I never want it to end.
She throws her head back and moans louder. “Yes…yes…Drew.”
I’m cursing and calling her name, both of us almost mindless. Out of control. Because it feels that f**king good.
She screams my name, and I know she’s coming.
God, I love her voice.
And then she’s contracting all around me—her pu**y around my cock, her legs against my thighs, her hands on my shoulders—all clenching taut and stiff. And I’m right there with her.
“Kate, Kate…fuck…Kate.”
I thrust up again and again. Then I come long and hard. White-hot pleasure shoots through my body unlike anything I have ever felt before. My head falls against the back of the couch.
After the spasms die down, my arms come up around Kate, bringing our chests together and her head against my neck. I feel her heartbeat start to return to normal. And then she’s laughing, low and satisfied.
“God…that was so…so…”
Now I’m smiling too. “I know.”
Earth shattering. Off the Richter Scale. Powerful enough to take out a small island country.
I stroke my hand through her hair…so frigging soft. I lean down and kiss her again. So goddamn perfect.
What a great night. I think this could very well be the best night of my life. And it’s only just started.
Kate squeals as I stand up and carry her, wrapped around me, to my bedroom.
I’ve never brought a woman to my bedroom before. It’s a rule. No random hook-ups in my apartment—never even considered it. If one of those girls actually knew where I lived? Can you say Stalker Psycho, anyone?
But I don’t think twice about laying Kate down in the middle of my bed. She watches me, on her knees as I strip off my buttonless shirt and get rid of the used condom. Biting her lip with a smile, she peels off her own blouse that was still hanging on her arms. Oh yeah—and she’s still got her heels on.
Nice. So very, very nice.
