“So was that a yes to doing me bare? I can probably get those papers from my email if you want me to,” she said, sounding as if this was really important to her. “Oh, I have the proof that I’m on birth control, too. Here, feel my arm.”
She held her arm up, and I could see what looked to be a small rectangular bump underneath the skin.
My eyes went back to her face.
I could see the sincerity in her eyes, and I knew without a doubt that she was being one hundred percent honest with me.
I wasn’t sure how I knew I could trust her, but I did.
Completely.
In answer, I reached down between us and lifted my cock from where it was laying against my belly, pulsing angrily, and held it up so that it was pointed at her, ready for her.
She bit her lip and lifted her body so that her entrance was poised at the tip of my cock.
While her eyes held mine, she sank down.
I groaned, unable to stop myself, as she took me into her body.
And let’s just say it wasn’t an easy fit.
Since my eyes were locked with hers, I couldn’t look away to see how I stretched her.
But I could feel the hesitation in her descent. See the widening of her eyes, the enlarging of her pupils. The way her lips parted in shock.
I squeezed her hips and helped her slide back up my shaft, helping her come right back down moments later.
We did this back and forth, over and over again, until she was all the way seated on my cock.
And goddamn, did she feel tight.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the whole not wearing a condom thing—I’d never done it bare. Not ever.
Or if it was because she was just a small woman.
Whatever the reason, she felt like a goddamn clenched fist around my cock, lined with silk, and on fucking fire.
“Fuck,” I said through clenched teeth. “Holy fuck.”
I couldn’t do it anymore. I broke our gaze and looked down, unable to help myself.
She lifted up then, giving me a view of her pussy lips spread wide, her entrance spread so obscenely around my cock that it looked like it was bursting the seams.
I could see the veins at the base of my cock pulsing, too, as if they weren’t quite sure what the fuck I was doing to them.
And my cock, when she slid back down? That felt like something straight out of a fucking dream.
“God, you feel…” she breathed. “God.”
I helped her move a bit faster, unable to help myself.
I needed her to move more than I needed to fucking breathe.
I closed my eyes and prayed for control.
“Move,” I pleaded when she resisted. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy…”
She slammed down hard.
My eyes closed on a groan, and seconds later I was opening my eyes to watch.
She was bouncing on my cock, hard and fast, taking me all the way in before she pulled up, allowing me to come all the way out.
Over and over again she did this, and I had no clue where to look. What to focus on.
Her tits were bouncing, the nipple ring flipping up and down with her movements.
Her abs were clenching, revealing a tight, toned body that I’d never had the privilege of seeing before.
I mean, I’d slept with my share of women. But none of them looked like this.
It was… God. She was tighter in places that most girls were soft. Yes, she did have the softness on the inside of her thighs and goddamn did she have a plump ass, but motherfucker. Her muscles clenched me like I’d never felt before.
It was… unreal.
And her hair.
It was bouncing around her face, clinging to her nipples, and I couldn’t help myself from allowing one of my hands to gather a chunk of it up and pull.
She gasped, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to mine.
I devoured her mouth, my hand going to her ass.
“God, fuck, you need to be close,” I pleaded against her lips.
My words had turned to hell.
I couldn’t speak coherently. Couldn’t think past the way she was making me feel.
And now my balls were drawing up.
Her fingernails clenched onto my pectoral muscles, and all of a sudden what I thought was tight before showed me that I was a dumbass and was wrong.
She clenched, her orgasm taking hold of her, and she cried out loudly next to my ear.
I came, too, unable to withstand the feeling of what was happening around my cock.
There were things in this world that I would never, ever forget.
And the way that Amelia felt coming around my cock? That was one of them.
She collapsed onto my chest, and we both lay there, trying to catch our breath.
I just hoped it felt as good for her as it did for me.
We fell asleep like that sometime later.
The next morning, the only thing that showed that she was there at all was the t-shirt that she’d left behind, and the smell of her on my sheets.
Oh, and my pickles were gone.
Chapter 7
Sometimes you’re wrong. Other times you’re right but I lie and say you’re wrong because you piss me off.
-Amelia to Sam
Amelia
“Hello?” I answered the phone distractedly.
“Amelia,” my father’s dark, rich baritone said into the phone. “You’re ignoring my calls.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not ignoring your calls.”
“I called you three times today,” he pointed out.
That’s right.
He had.
But I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t want to go.
“Okay,” I said, thinking that it was too late to make it to his cookout with Sam since it was well past when he was supposed to be there.
“I’m going to be at your place in about fifteen minutes,” he said. “Be outside and ready to go.”
I sighed.
“Dad,” I started.
But he hung up before I could even say that.
I contemplated leaving, but he’d only find me.
That was the problem with having a man like Silas Mackenzie as my father.
He knew shit. Shit that I didn’t even know about myself, sometimes.
Between his contacts and his contacts’ contacts, there was literally nothing my father couldn’t find out.
That included where I disappeared to.
Sighing, I glanced down at my sweaty workout gear.
I’d just gotten home from a run that had gone about two miles over because I’d gotten lost, and pairing that with not eating before the run, I was Hangry with a capital H.
Seriously, if there wasn’t food involved in this outing with my father, I was going to give him hell.
Contemplating changing my clothes for all of two seconds, I decided against it.
Wherever we were going, with it being the asshole of August, I’d sweat no matter what I did.
Feeling my hair, I realized that it was almost dry, so I went to the bathroom, shucked my sweaty shirt, and got another one on in seconds.