“I don’t even know where to begin,” I murmur when our lips part long enough for me to feast on the sight of tanned tits. “Did you sunbathe topless?”
Monroe looks down at where my hands squeeze. Then, her gaze travels to my face, and she smiles.
“I sat up on the rooftop deck with Amity. Our tits shined in the sunlight. Sweat pooled between my girls. A few times, I had to cover my nipples when they got too hot.”
“I think I just came,” I grunt and yank open my jeans. “Or my dick broke. Something happened.”
Freeing my cock from its prison, I find the erect monster still functioning. Monroe’s hands immediately reach for my dick, but I stop her from giving me a good rubbing.
“I want to come inside you.”
“You already did earlier,” she says, leaning forward and sucking at my collarbone. “Can I stroke you off or feel you on my tongue?”
“No, and stop asking,” I demand while gently pushing her back on the bed. “I’m in charge, and I want pussy. My dick might die without it.”
Monroe moans loudly when I suck her fat nipple into my wet mouth. I slide over her body, giving my cock a hint of the soft flesh between her legs. I’m painfully hard. A few thrusts, and I’ll be done for. This woman got under my skin and set my nerves on fire. I need to come. Now! But I want to feel her pussy first. The scent of her wet flesh elicits a painful shiver through my body.
“Monroe,” I say like I used to when we met in the hallway at Rooster’s.
“Conor,” she responds in the same hopeful tone as when we were strangers.
I don’t need to explain. Her hands cup my face, and her thighs spread. She wants me inside her. And I want her to see me. I can’t put on a show here. With Monroe, I need to be me. Her gaze promises she won’t grade my performance, claim I’m not good enough, or cut me off at the knees.
Right here is what the universe knew when it whispered in my ear. Monroe is what I’ve been missing.
Her body flushes under me as the head of my cock teases her wet slit. When our eyes meet, she offers a brilliant smile. Her excitement washes over me as I enter her body.
“I’ve had a hard-on for too long,” I warn.
Monroe arches her back, deepening my penetration. “Then come. I guarantee I’ll have you hard again soon. I get to explore, remember?”
I move my hips slowly, enjoying every inch of her hot tight pussy sucking at my cock. If I thrust any faster, I’ll come too quickly. Despite what Monroe promises, I plan to savor the silky heat wrapped around me.
She whimpers when I press deeper inside her, taking more. Earlier, I wasn’t sure if she really hadn’t come with a man before. Yet, based on her shocked reaction, this sexy woman has never been fucked to an orgasm. Her confidence falters as I move faster and deeper into her body. I assume those North Dakota losers sported tiny dicks. Why else would she whimper with surprise when I fill her just right?
My orgasm offers a painful relief. Every part of me shakes. I feel oddly exposed. Am I normally in my head when I’m fucking? I never considered this idea before. But I’m very aware of Monroe’s gaze on me.
“You didn’t come,” I say, feeling unguarded.
“Of course not. Your dick is too big,” she says, running her hands through the patch of hair at the center of my chest. “My pussy wasn’t sure what to make of it. I think we’ll need to fuck a dozen times for my body to adjust.”
Rolling my eyes, I love how she both busts my balls while wrapping me closer. Monroe owns a big heart, but she won’t let me push her around.
“I want to watch you come again,” I say as I prop myself over her body. “You looked so shocked when it happened last time. I’m curious if that expression was from surprise or if it’s your regular O-face.”
Monroe tightens her pussy around my cock resting inside her. “Don’t leave.”
“How can I when your pussy holds my dick in a vise?”
Stroking my face, Monroe frowns. “You look callous right now. Like you want to leave. I’m not ready for tonight to end.”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
Allowing the smallest grin, she sighs. “You’re so difficult to read.”
I kiss her cheek before my lips move to her forehead and nose. “I learned long ago to hide inside my head. It’s the only safe place.”
“Safe from what?”
“People’s demands. Their judgment.”
“I’ve already judged you, Conor,” she whispers as our gazes meet. “I found you to be a flawlessly, flawed man.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It really does.”
Grinning at her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, I groan when her hips start moving, and the hot spot between her legs gives my cock a jolt of inspiration.
“You’re the most beautiful woman,” I say, and she softens under me. “But you need to free my dick.”
Monroe loses her smile, and fear brightens her gaze. “I told my father to fuck off tonight. I burned bridges. I’m on borrowed time at the Overlook. People don’t want me here. My mom might not want me in her life. All I have is you, and that’s a lot of pressure to dump on a new relationship. Is that what you want? For me to grab hold of you and never let go? It’s too much.”
“If I say your clinginess is a turnoff, can I get my dick back?”
Monroe doesn’t smile. Her full lips turn downward. “I’ve ruined things with Lowell. I felt badass when I was standing up to him. Now, that feeling is gone. And you’re a mystery. I look at your face, and I see nothing. What are you thinking? What do you want?”
“I want you,” I say, holding her gaze. “You’re what I’ve wanted for weeks.”
“Why did you wait?”
“You know why.”
Panic rises in her. “You’re too you. I’m overwhelmed.”
“Do you want me to get off you?”
Wrapping me in her arms, she whimpers, “Fuck no. I want you to stay on me forever. I feel safe right this second.”
“Then, why do you look terrified?”
“Because this second won’t last. Tomorrow, you’ll be away from me, and I’ll have to figure things out on my own. I’ve already fucked up things with my mom and now my dad. I never thought I was a loser, but my track record says otherwise.”
I feel as if we should be having this conversation with my engorged dick somewhere not so wet and hot. When I try to climb off Monroe, she wraps her legs around my hips. Trapped now, I kiss her softly.
“You haven’t ruined anything,” I whisper as my lips nuzzle her ear. “The world didn’t start or end today.”
“I have so many big ideas about stuff, but they never pan out. What if I think we had a good day together, but you’re desperate for the door?” she mumbles, seeming ready to run despite claiming I’m the disinterested one.
Moving my hips, I give her pussy a deep thrust to regain her focus. Her dark eyes stare at me, panicked over every word she said today. I know this woman. She’s me. Her cockiness acts as armor to hide a swirling ball of insecurities.
“When I was a kid, and my parents were melting down, I wanted to run,” I say, resting on my elbows to free up my hands. I stroke her cheeks as her thighs still hold me in a death grip. “When Wheels died, and everyone expected me to take care of Barbie, I wanted to run. When my uncle waffled on choosing me for president while my cousin acted as if he planned to literally stab me in the back, I wanted to run. Since I’ve met you, Monroe, I’ve never once thought of running.”