“Oh god,” she whimpers, her nails clawing at my shoulders as she begins to bounce along with the waves. Our bodies are jostled, but we’re connected so deeply, nothing breaks us apart.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything more than lust for a woman, but with Kristyn, I find affection creeping in. It’s a gentle nudge each time I’m with her.
“Ride me. I want to feel you take control,” I tell her.
Those blue gems pierce me when she snaps them my way. Using her legs and hands, she lifts herself, then eases down my shaft. Again, and again. My cock throbs with every movement of her slick walls as they pulse and flutter.
“Do you like me fucking you, Kismet?”
“I do,” she confesses, her pearly whites biting down on her lower lip. Her pupils dilate as she watches me intently while taking my dick inside her. My fingers trail to the crack of her pretty ass, nudging her panties to the side. My index finger taunts the tight hole, circling it, teasing it. “I…I…oh…” she whimpers as it dips into her.
“You’re so tight, I bet my cock would rip you apart,” I chuckle. Her tits bounce in front of me, and my mouth finds one nipple. Latching on, I bite down hard while fingering her asshole as she rides me faster.
“I’m going to—”
She cries out, but can’t finish the sentence when I insert a second digit. The shudder of her body is the only evidence that an orgasm has just coursed through her because her eyes are locked on mine. I’ve been with many women over the years, but having her look directly at me as she unravels is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Levi,” she mumbles again, dropping her head into the crook of my neck.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl,” I warn as I wade out of the deep water and press her against one of the wooden pillars of the pier.
With her back flush against it, I pull out slowly, then slam back into her cunt. Her screams echo around me as I fuck her mercilessly. I’m violent, rough, but the arousal dripping from her tells me she’s loving it.
My hand grips her neck, my mouth crashes down on the smooth, supple swell of her breast, and I bite down hard, sucking the flesh into my mouth, my teeth surely close to breaking skin.
Her body convulses and her cunt tightens, sucking me deeper inside. Her mewls and whimpers are music to my ears as I drive myself so deep, I’m sure I’m hitting her womb. A thought hits me violently. I want her pregnant with my baby.
I want her swelling with my seed.
Again, and again, my hips crash into hers. Her nails rake through my hair, over my neck and shoulders, until I feel her draw blood. My release shoots through me, and I empty myself inside her.
We still for a moment, my breathing ragged, sweat glistening on both our bodies. Kristyn is still trembling. A gentle vibration races through her body as the pleasure slowly subsides.
“You’re a good girl, Kismet,” I coo into her ear, planting kisses along her collarbone and the curve of her neck. When I reach her ear, I tug it into my mouth, suckling the flesh which is free of any earrings. Her flavor is sweet, alluring, and I want to taste every inch of her body. I want her to yearn for my tongue, my fingers, and ultimately, I want her to be a slut for my cock.
“You make me feel things,” she whispers. It’s so quiet, I almost miss it. Almost. I don’t respond. Instead, I let her down and help her back into the dress she discarded on the beach.
Once we’re dressed, we make our way up toward the road and back to the restaurant where my car is parked.
The silence surrounding us is stifling.
You make me feel things.
Her words echo in my brain. They knock around in my chest, attempting to grip my heart. I locked it away so long ago, I forgot I have one.
I can’t fall for this girl.
She’s merely entertainment for the time being. There’s one way to cure this stupidity, and that’s to share her with a friend. To watch her fuck someone else will ensure I focus on what I’m doing with her: playtime.
The drive is quiet, but I hear her.
It’s as if she’s talking to me with all those thoughts running rampant in her mind.
I didn’t want her to feel anything more than pleasure. It’s only our first night. What happens at the end of the thirty days?
I have to put a stop to this.
“Are you angry with me?” she asks from the passenger seat. Her tentative tone is jarring, like a child who’s been admonished by her parents.
“No, of course not. I’m taking you home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smile, but it’s fake. I’m not happy to be taking her home, but I need to.
When we finally pull up to the house, I exit the car and round to her side. Helping her out, I wait a moment before pulling her in for a kiss goodnight.
“You can be romantic when you try hard enough,” she teases. The tension leaves my shoulders for a moment as I chuckle at her words.
“Don’t get used to it. Tomorrow, I’m fucking you on my desk.”
Last night, I dreamed of her. Her body, those lips, eyes, tits—everything about this woman has caught me unaware.
A knock on my office door tells me she’s on the other side. My cock thickens, my heart thuds wildly, and I bite back a groan as an image of her on my desk assaults me.
“Come inside.”
She does, her hips swaying as she heads toward my desk. The door closes behind her, sequestering us from everyone else in the building. It’s just us. Her sweet perfume makes me rise from my seat. My hands are on her hips, pulling her closer, needing every inch of my body against hers. I want to see her cheeks flush, her lips part on a moan, and I want her nails digging into my scalp as I make her come all over my face.
“Bend over my desk and hitch up your skirt. I want to take you right now.”
“Levi.” It’s a warning, but my name on her lips only fuels my need.
“Do it.” The order is clear. Do not deny me what I want. Fucking her like this will stop my feelings from turning into something more—something I’m not capable of giving her. Her pupils dilate as desire courses through her, sending a shiver over her body.
“I wanted to—”
“I didn’t ask you to speak. I need to fuck you. If you can’t obey an order, then get the fuck out of my office, Kristyn,” I utter in frustration. My emotions are in turmoil right now. “I just…I need this.”
Her gaze darkens with confusion. I expect a sassy retort, but she doesn’t say anything for a long while. We stare at each other in silence, wordless promises and affections hanging between us.
Finally, she moves, glances over her shoulder at me, and murmurs, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” with flushed cheeks and pouty lips. Her big eyes, the color of the ocean, peek at me from over her shoulder. The sleek gray skirt bunched over her hips and fleshy globes of her ass are pointed right at me.
“We shouldn’t have done it the first, second, or third time, but that didn’t stop us. Did it?” I quip as I palm her flesh. My voice drips with hunger for this woman—this girl who’s half my age. Granted, not all twenty-somethings make me hard as steel when they walk into my office.
Opening her to my gaze, I lean in to find a sweet, wet spot of arousal on her pastel blue panties. “Did you wear these for me?” I grip the material with my thumbs and tug them over her hips, down her long slender legs. Her scent is intoxicating. My office is going to smell of fucking when I’m done, but I don’t give a shit.