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Her cheeks turned red. “Oh.”
“Yes, ‘oh.’ And after the first few times, we’re going to try out a few more of those fantasies you mentioned.” I nodded toward the forgotten condom packet. “Are you still going to help me?”
She tore it open and swatted away my hand. Just watching her slowly roll on the condom made me even harder.
Everything about Katie Evans fucking turned me on.
Once done, she tilted her head. “Now, what?”
“Now you stand up, turn around, and bend over that table. I want to feel that sweet ass cushioning me as I claim your pussy.” Running the back of my fingers over her cheek, I added, “I’ve dreamed about taking you this way for weeks. Tell me I can have you that way.”
“Oh, you can have me any way you want, Nolan. My hard-no list is very, very small.”
Dirty images of how I could fuck her—against a wall, tied to my bed, blindfolded, and hell, even riding me in the middle of a field at night with only the stars for company—rushed through my mind.
“Then let’s get started. Turn around and bend over, baby.”
She scooted off the table, turned, and leaned over the table, showing off her incredible ass.
I ran a hand over one cheek and then the other. I lightly smacked her, and she arched and moaned. “Like that, do you, baby?”
“Yes, oh yes. Do it again.”
I kissed the slightly pink spot, nipped her, and then smacked her lightly again. One cheek, then the other, and then I soothed it with my mouth and tongue.
By the time I ran my fingers through her center, she was even wetter and dripping down her leg.
Fuck. I couldn’t wait any longer. It was time to claim my woman.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Katie
Istill couldn’t believe I was tens of thousands of feet in the air, bent over a table, about to be fucked by Nolan Wolfe.
Oh, I’d dreamed about this for weeks. Months, even. Pretty much since he first asked me to be his fake fiancée.
But to have his hands slap my ass and then soothe the slight sting with his tongue? Damn, I moaned and arched and nearly begged for him to fuck me.
And yet, Nolan being Nolan, he ran his dick through my center and lightly teased my still-sensitive clit. I gripped the edges of the table and pushed back against him.
He chuckled. “And I thought I was impatient.”
“Stop teasing, Nolan. I want you inside me.”
His lips brushed my back, and I shivered as he teased my skin with his tongue. His hot breath danced against me as he said, “What my baby wants, my baby gets.”
Then he pushed inside me, slowly, inch by inch.
I knew he was thick, but damn. He stretched me, in a good way.
By the time he was fully inside me, I wanted—no, needed—to feel more of him. So I reached back and dug my nails into his thigh.
Nolan moaned. “Fuck, baby. Do that again. Make your own claim on me. One I can look at and instantly remember having you spread out like this for me, wet and swollen and so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
I wasn’t a virgin, and I knew some guys would whisper anything during sex and not mean it.
And yet, something about Nolan’s words rang with the truth. As if he truly thought I was beautiful, even leaning over a small table inside an airplane and displaying my big ass.