2

His words steal the breath from me. This man is a masterpiece. Like an addiction I can’t shake. Which is why I avoid him. He draws me in like a moth to a flame. We have a connection that we don’t dare speak about. When I see him at Lilly and Atlas’s place, I avoid him as much as possible, because Jason brings out certain emotions in me which I don’t want to admit out loud. He always made me feel seen, but I don’t know if it’s an act to get in my panties.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

I unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants, yank out his long, fat dick, then I drop to my knees, hitting the cold, hard floor. I slide his soft mushroom head into my mouth and wrap my tongue around him.

Desire deepens in his pupils and pure lust overshadows his face. He’s gorgeous as his abdominal muscles flex.

“Fuck, Penny. I’ve never had anyone blow me like you.” His tone is husky, his pupils dilated.

Goosebumps arise on my skin, and I don’t take my eyes off his. I want to see the look on his face when he comes down my throat.

I suck him in my mouth until I can’t any more, and I place my hand on the base of his shaft. He’s so fucking huge, my fingers don’t meet. I stroke my fingers up then down, and he thrusts his hand in my hair, throwing his head back as I suck hard. I love the way he wraps his hand around my hair and pushes slightly, the way my eyes water and my jaw throbs.

He’s not gentle. Good. I don’t want lovemaking and hearts and shit. I want him to treat me like the true slut I am.

Several seconds later, I feel his dick throbbing, emptying in my mouth. I swallow the salty cum before he lifts me up and carries me to his master bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, and I sink into the fluffy mattress. He pushes my legs apart, removes my panties, tossing them to the marble floor.

The cool breeze from the A/C hits my nipples and my arousal grows in the pit of my stomach, causing me to ache with need.

“Did you really think I was going to let you go the moment I laid eyes on you tonight?” He smirks, yanks me to the edge of the bed, and spreads my legs apart, eyeing my core as if it’s his favorite meal. Leaning down, he bites the inside of my thigh and I yelp.

He places his mouth on my clit. His tongue is soft, gently stroking me. I squeal, melting into the sheets. He’s the only man who knows how to give head correctly. The men I’ve been with would be so sloppy, but not Jason, he takes his time and puts in the effort.

My eyes roll to the back of my skull. My orgasm climbs up my spine and crashes through me like a water hose. I scream at the top of my lungs as my toes curl and my heart beats so hard in my chest.

He pushes his body up with his hands. My juices glisten on his lips as he crawls between my legs, and then we’re face to face, nose to nose. When he crashes his mouth against mine, I lick my lips, and his. It’s hot as fuck tasting my wetness.

Too hot.

He pins my wrists down above my head as he kisses my cheek. “My, my… you taste better than last time.” He nips the side of my neck like a vampire dying of blood. Nips turn to licks all the way down to my right nipple, then my left nipple.

Moaning, arousal skates against my lower belly, and I’m ready to fuck.

“I haven’t had a great lay since I had you.”

It makes two of us, but I don’t tell him that.

He leaves a trail of kisses down my belly, then he peers up at me with a glint and a bit of rawness in his eyes. His pupils shine in the dimly lit room. I can’t take any more of the teasing, my body needs another release.

“I want to leave my imprint on you so the next man who touches you won’t ever measure up to me.”

He licks my clit again and this time, I’m out of breath. I’m so ready for him to stick his dick in me, but he’s taking his sweet time. Slowly, dragging it out, and I don’t like it one bit.

He removes his tongue, and several seconds later, he slides his fingers inside my core, and I tighten around him. When he places his thumb on my clit, he strokes slowly. I moan louder this time, screaming his name, grabbing a fistful of hair as another orgasm shatters me.

I. Can’t. Take. It. Anymore.

He removes his pants and boxers, grabs a condom from the nightstand, and tears the packet with his teeth.

I sit up on my knees, snatch the rubber from him, and a hint of fear shines in his eyes. He stares at the rubber with cautiousness, stepping back.

What’s up with that?

Maybe he had women try to trap him with a baby? I can believe it. He is wealthy and women would use him for his money, but I am not one of them. I couldn’t care less what’s in his bank account. I already learned from my ex that men with money treat you like the scum of the earth.

“I don’t fuck without a condom, Penny.” His tone is guarded.

Weird, he’ll eat me out without a condom, but won’t fuck me without one. But I don’t mind. I would rather him use a condom too—one can’t be too careful. Even though it’s been my dream to have children, I’m not ready for them. Us fucking without a condom hasn’t crossed my mind.

“Relax, I’m going to roll the condom on your dick.”

His shoulders drop and relief washes over his features.

Slowly, I roll it on his hard, veiny shaft. “Lie down. I want to ride you.”

He does what I say, and I glide down on him, adjusting myself on his dick. He hits my walls and I breathe in and out, trying to keep my composure. His eyes dance with pure pleasure, glinting as if he’s about to devour his favorite meal. I’ve never ridden a man before, and I want to try something that’s not so vanilla. I mean, this is vanilla, but it’s not like missionary. I told myself I wanted to be more adventurous in the bedroom. Now, I regret my decision, because I’m going to look like an ass in front of Jason.

He grabs my ass and bounces me up and down. So much for me riding him, but I’m kind of relieved he takes charge, so I dig my nails into his pecs, scratching as hard as I can as he fucks me hard. His skin turns a shade of deep red from exertion.

“You’re marking me as your territory?” His words are laced with amusement. “I’m flattered.”

I shake my head. “Shut up and fuck me.”

I feel my core squeeze around him as he hits my G-spot. He sits up and kisses my breast as he fucks me like he needs me.

“Stay the night with me.” His tone is husky, alluring.

I’m getting so caught up in the pleasure that my mind almost misses what he said.

“Why?”

He rolls me onto my back and lifts my legs onto his shoulders, then his thumb reaches for my clit.

“I love the look on your face, it makes me want to come on your face.”

“You’re so crass.”

He slams into me hard, and the headboard knocks against the dark wall. I moan loudly, begging for him to fuck me harder.

He continues to work my clit, and an orgasm shoots through me. My toes curl, and my heart beats fast and hard.

“So that’s a yes on spending the night?” he murmurs.

I barely nod and he laughs humorlessly. “Oh, Angel, this is only the beginning. Do you think you can last all night?”

Sleepiness overtakes me and I barely nod again. I don’t think I can, but he doesn’t need to know.

“I must warn you, you’re going to be sorer than the last time.”

Last time I could barely walk, and every time I moved, I felt the sting of my core rubbing against my panties. I got myself off more times than I can count thinking about the hot sex we had.

He pulls out and slams back into me again, picking up his rhythm. He grips my neck softly, leaving kisses on my mouth, the smell of latex in the air. Several moments later, he gently bites my bottom lip as he throbs inside of me, filling the latex with his cum.

When he removes the condom, he ties it into a knot, tosses it in the waste basket, and then flips me onto my stomach with my ass in the air.

A girl can get used to it. I haven’t had this many orgasms in one night. He’s trying to put me in a coma.

I hear the tear of another condom, and peeking behind me, I watch him roll it on. He smacks my ass and the sting shoots to my core, making me even more aroused. He nudges the head of his dick to my core.

“For a man that’s thirty-something years old, you have a lot of stamina,” I tease.

“I’m thirty-three.”

“Oh.I’m twenty-five years old,” I state.

“I’m well aware of your age. Does it bother you? That I’m older?” His tone is like smooth whiskey down my throat.

I shake my head. “I’ve been wi—”

He slides deep inside of me, and it’s my cue to shut up.

He doesn’t stop fucking me until we’re both out of breath.