Still can’t believe this shit. I’m in Sakura’s house, lying down in the bedroom next to hers, staring endlessly at the ceiling fan spinning. Essentially, I’m on lockdown with a woman I’ve been dreaming of fuckin’ for the last few weeks.
At first, I hated her. Boy do I mean it. I loathed her existence because she was an outsider. Someone we didn’t know and you can never trust people. We sure as hell didn’t trust Eduardo, so when he left her with us . . . well, I think it was enough to cause alarm. Eduardo wouldn’t have been the first man to send a pretty woman to do his bidding, tearing the club apart from the inside out.
I’ve been toying with the idea of waltzing out of this bedroom, back into the living area just to taunt her a bit more and see where I can get. It’s only a bit past ten and if I’m lucky I’ll crash around one in the morning. I’m one of those guys who no matter what only seem to need a few hours of sleep.
Guess my mind is made up. I get off the bed, tear my shirt off and leave my cut on top of the dresser. Heading out of my bedroom, I spot Sakura in the kitchen. She’s leaning over the island and her pert ass is on display ‘cause those damn short shorts are riding up a lil bit. Not that I mind.
I move my hand down to my groin to shift my cock as it grows harder while I venture up to her. “Thank God the a/c is back on, yeah?”
Sakura jumps, obviously shaken by my sudden arrival and slips. She starts to fall down to the right, but I catch her mid-air. It’s not enough to keep me from going down with her, though. My back crashes onto the floor but I keep my arms securely wrapped around her so she doesn’t get hurt. Once her eyes land on mine, I realize I’m pinning her right against my erection.
The way her eyes widen tells me she’s felt it. “You alright?” I question.
She nods quickly a couple times, “Yeah. Are you? You took the brunt of it.”
I chuckle, “Dove, it’s gonna take a lot more to hurt me.”
“You’re human, just like I am. We’re more fragile than you think.” She argues.
“You would know,” I state.
Sakura is a nurse practitioner, so in my eyes she’s pretty much a full-on doctor. In a sense it’s smart she’s here. She’s been helpful in a helluva lot of ways. From Amara’s gunshot wound to helping Ivy with the twins.
“Yeah, well, you’re right.” Sakura bluntly states, staying right where she is.
I look over her thick black eyebrows, down to the way her lips have that natural pout. It’s a rarity to see since we’re in Vegas and everyone loves plastic surgery a bit too much down here. Her robust breasts aren’t confined by a bra and I can’t help but stare. No one would be able to blame me. Her nipples are hard as rocks, almost like they’re begging me to take them in my mouth and circle my tongue around them.
“See somethin’ you like?” I taunt, cocking a brow.
Sakura blinks a couple of times, keeping her silence. So, I decide to act, sliding my hand up her back until I’m at the base of her neck and pull her down to me. I don’t kiss her at first. Instead I keep her mouth a mere inch away from mine. I want to tease her, to taunt her until she’s catapulting into something with me.
Sakura’s breath grows heavier, panting like an animal. I want to tease her, but a part deep inside me wants to know what it’d feel like to slam my cock into her pussy. I won’t even lie, I’ve been thinking about it for far too long. Little does she even realize she’s the one who’s been taunting me.
Sakura remains quiet, so I take it as an invitation to explore her body a bit more. Skimming my hand around her neck, I glide it over her breasts and wait until I’m at the bottom of her ribbed white tank top. I hook my thumb underneath it, waiting to see if she objects. Sakura doesn’t, so I continue. My hand flutters along her soft skin. Skin that’s covered with a small sheen of sweat from the heat, but even that won’t stop me.
If anything, it makes this even hotter. Drifting my hand higher, I go over her breast and feel her pert nipple and decide to bring my other hand underneath her shirt. She groans out in pleasure as I start to roll them between my fingers.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be—” She starts to say,
“Shh, enjoy it.” I encourage her, deciding to lift her shirt up so her breasts are free. I bring her right nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue around her while my fingers continue to tease the other. Meanwhile, I take my other hand down her stomach, slide it under her silky shorts and am met with a bare, slippery pussy.
I think it’s sweat at first, but as I push my fingers between her lips I can see she’s obviously aroused. “Mouser, we shouldn’t.”
I pull my mouth free for just a moment, “We’re both adults. Why shouldn’t we? Hmm?” I ask while I brush the tip of my index finger against her clit and she starts to roll her hips over mine.
“You’re s-supposed to be g-guarding me. We. I don’t. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Oh, you don’t?” I ask, dipping three fingers inside her. I fuck her with my hand while my thumb is now rubbing against her clit. Her juices start to flow in a steady pattern over my hand. “Your body seems to be enjoying this, Dove.”
“I . . . fuck. This is a one-time thing. Tonight and that’s it. Just o-one night,” She moans, growing still as I feel her on the verge of releasing over my hand.
“You say one night now, but you’re gonna want more of me, baby. I can guarantee it.” I cockily respond, fucking her with my hand even harder than before until she’s gushing all over my hand. When she’s done I pull my hand from her pussy, bring it up to my mouth and smear her essence over my lips and then hers before crushing her lips down onto mine.
I want to fuckin’ kiss her, and I want to taste her at the same time.
Fuck, does she taste good, like a fresh piece of peach pie. So sweet, so soft, and so fuckin’ delicate.
Our tongues meet for minutes, kissing the other with heat and haste. Meanwhile, I release her nipple and pick her up, laying her down on the stone counter in her kitchen. It might be hot in here, but that stone must feel cold against her tits. Yanking her shorts down, I insert a finger back into her wet cunt while I free my cock from my jeans.
Normally, I use a condom. Especially when it comes to women in the club, but not with Sakura. She’s not a fuckin’ whore. Plus, I wanna feel her pussy bare against my cock. With one swift movement I pull my finger from her pussy and shove my cock inside her. She groans out loudly, grabbing the sides of the island and I look down to see my entire cock isn’t even inside her. That’s what happens when your cock is practically a foot long— and no, I’m not joking.
“F-fucking hell,” Sakura moans, lifting her ass up a little higher, practically begging for more.
I snicker under my breath, gliding my thumb over her essence and bring it to her ass, circling the hole. “Lemme ask you a question, Dove. Has anyone ever taken this ass of yours,” She doesn’t answer me at first, so I pick up my pace and fuck her even faster. “I asked you a question.”
“N-no. Never.” She confirms. I smile bigger than I have in weeks, pushing my thumb through the virgin hole and fuck her ass with my thumb while I’m in her cunt.