“I’m not a club whore,” she declares adamantly, making my grin firmly fall into place. She’s the last person I’d consider ever being a club whore.
She shifts just enough for my jeans to pull tight. The friction against my cock has me clenching my jaw to hold back the groan wanting to escape. My forehead meets hers as I pant at the sensation. I want inside her pussy so badly I have to bite my cheek from driving my hips forward as I desire. Rather, my fingers from under her thigh trail along the delicate seam hiding her sweetest spot from me. She draws in a swift breath, and I know she’s waiting to see what I’ll do. I’d never push her for more than she’s ready to give. My middle finger traces along the crease of her ass cheeks, over her pussy lips, then back to press against the wettest spot.
She hums in delight at my stroke, so I dip below the fabric of her shorts. My body aches to thrust my finger in and deeply penetrate her, then follow it up with my cock. I won’t until she asks me to, no matter how badly I may want it. I swirl my fingertip, coating it in her essence, then pull it free to suck my digit clean. I groan. “Mmm, you taste like honey, sweet and addictive. I can’t wait until you ride my tongue.”
“I’d be down for that but only your tongue.”
“Not my cock?” I ask in a husky whisper.
“Not today, Cowboy.”
I grunt. “Cowboy... more like patriot.”
“Huh?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Never mind.” She has no idea I used to play ball, and that’s one hell of a good thing. My nose nudges hers, my lips lightly gliding over hers, teasing at the prospect of me kissing them. If I do that, though, I’ll never get my fill, and I’m not quite ready to own her ass just yet. “You’re gonna let me lick this pussy here and now?”
“Let’s move to the side of the building, then I won’t be stopping you.” She nods, gesturing where she wants us. I quickly stride in the direction without relinquishing my hold on her thick thighs. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my waist with her ankles locked around my back as I fuck her senseless.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared to be seen getting that sweet cunt eaten.”
“Afraid?” She smirks. “Not in the slightest. However, I do respect myself enough not to be watched by the men coming and going from this place.”
“Good,” I murmur, and I think my approval catches her off guard. I told her before, I’m not like the men she’s used to, and I meant as much. I want her to respect herself as well as the men who are around her. If they don’t, I’ll have a serious problem. Not that she needs me to fight her battles. Clearly, she’s a strong, stubborn woman in her own right, but regardless, I’m a man. It’s what we’re supposed to do—protect and care for anyone physically weaker than us from pain, and I’ll damn sure safeguard her if she needed me to.
We get to the side of the building, shrouded in shadow. I press her against the wall and allow her to slide from my waist to her feet. Once she’s steady, I lower to my knees before her, my hands remaining firmly planted on her hips. She’s sexy, and I can’t believe I’m finally getting to taste a bit of her sweetness. I already know damn well that it won’t be nearly enough to satiate my hunger for her, but it’s a start. A tease, if you will. It’ll leave me desperate for more yet hold me over long enough until she offers it freely.
She flicks her chin toward her shorts, and I catch the consent in her gesture. With quick fingers, I flick her shorts’ button free, tug the zipper down, and peel the restricting material from her sexy tan legs. I leave them pooling at her ankles and take in the scrap of black velvet covering her pussy. It taunts me. I’m so close to having her, yet still so far away. Without giving it another thought, I rip the material from her flesh, ruining them forever.
My gaze flicks up to meet her wide eyes. She wasn’t expecting me to rip her panties off. My hands sting from the notion, but my callouses from countless hours of physical training and riding have kept the material from tearing through my flesh. I relish in the small ache—it reminds me that I’m alive and have her pleasure at my fingertips. I’ve always excelled at handling precious things, a football during a Super Bowl game, my tiny daughter when she was born, and now here, when this feisty woman is offering me her trust. I won’t break it, that’s something I’ll never do. Shattering or betraying a woman’s heart or their trust in me isn’t my thing.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” I whisper the statement, my compliment carrying weight. “But you already know that.”
She nods, her head barely moving to acknowledge my words. She’s not vain, it’s simply the truth, and anyone with eyes can see it. However, I want more than her outside beauty—I want what she guards inside.
“I’m talking about your soul, not your face, Hollywood.”
Her lips tremble with my admission, and rather than dig deeper, I lean in, my nose nestling in the juncture between her thighs. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent. It makes me groan with desire, and the noise releases as a deep rumble through my chest. My cock’s hard, I swear I can feel its throbbing pulse over my entire body. My fingers grip her thighs, wrenching them further apart as my tongue eagerly takes its first swipe against her flushed flesh.
Her cunt is soaked and smells positively divine. It practically beckons me to fuck it, but I hold back. This is about her, not me. Her hands rip the bandana from my head, her fingers tangling through my hair. She stops to give it a harsh tug, the sting making me hiss and nip at her clit.
“Oh!” she yelps, following it with a breathless moan as my tongue thrashes against her bud. Wetness drips down her thighs, revealing just how turned on I make her with my presence. She loves the verbal sparring just as much as I do. I doubt she’d admit as much, but her body tells the truth, and right now, it’s showing me that she wants me.
Badly.
I suck her clit between my lips, toying with it by gently rubbing the tip of my tongue in circles. It makes her legs quake, and satisfaction curls in my chest. One hand snakes between her folds, rubbing through the wetness. My fingers dip to her opening, circling her entrance, teasing. I wait until she’s begging me to keep going, whimpers asking for more. Once I get her right on the edge of shattering, my fingers slide in deep. She tips forward, her hands moving to brace herself on my shoulders and back as she bears down and comes all over my hand and chin.
She’s fucking remarkable. There’s no other way to describe how I feel while she comes. She’s offered me something valuable—her trust in me to covet and protect her through the vulnerable moments of her orgasm. I see it in her gaze, the walls crumbling to allow me a glimpse of her without any restraints. My fingers continue to move, gliding in and out easily as her cum coats my digits. She rides the orgasm out for as long as possible before I finally remove my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth. I suck every drop of her from them. Not lewdly, but quietly with my appreciation reflecting in my gaze. She’s a goddess, one I’ll gladly worship when she allows it.
She pants, staring at me with stunned satisfaction. I don’t want her to panic and shut down after finally getting her to open up to me a little. Rather than say anything, I tug her shorts back up her shapely legs, over her curvy hips, and then zip and button them. I stand, wiping my hands on my jeans, and then carefully fix her hair back in place. The entire time she stares at me quietly. I wish I could read her mind, or at least get a glimpse into what she’s thinking at the moment.