Page 75 of Against the Clock

“Kelsey,” I say, running my hands up and down her back. The soft fabric of her dress catches on my callouses, and I remember with a start that I have her underwear in my pocket. A groan tears out of me. This whole time, I’ve been walking around with her fucking panties in my pocket, and she’s been sitting there in that dress without underwear on.

“I want you,” she says, and I kiss her ferociously, no gentleness left in me. Just raw fucking need.

“Good,” I say. “I want you.”

I kiss her again, her tongue sliding against my lips, and I nip at it, catching her hair up in one hand. It’s dominant and possessive, and I fucking love how she melts against me when I take control like this.

“I want to take you right here,” I tell her, my cock hard and straining against my pants. She moans, her fingers pulling at my shirt.

I can’t get it off fast enough. When I do, her hands run down my chest, her gaze admiring and hot against my skin.

Carefully, I tug at the hem of her dress and she puts her arms up, letting me pull it all the way over her head. When I’m done, she stands there in my kitchen, nothing on but her high heels, and I’m struck all over again by how beautiful she is.

Pretty little breasts, full hips and a thick ass just begging for my hands on it.

I lift her up, putting her on the kitchen counter. She squeals, clutching at my bare shoulders, and I laugh at the sound.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her. “Open your legs.”

She does, and her head falls back as I put my mouth between them, savoring each taste I take of her.

Her fingers dance along my scalp, her breath turning ragged.

“Fucking love the way you taste,” I tell her, sucking at her clit. She’s soaking wet again, and I’m not sure I can wait until she comes again. “I need you,” I say, nearly panting.

I’m addicted to this woman, and I’m totally fine with that.

“Then take me,” she says, her voice husky.

It’s the only urging I need. Stroking her wet cunt with one hand, I use the other to take my pants off.

She scoots down, licking her lips, and I pump my hand down my cock, wanting to be inside her so badly it hurts.

“I want you,” she says, her voice desperate, and precum beads at the tip of my cock.

“Kelsey.” My voice is ragged. I grab her hips, hoisting her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She groans and does as I ask, her warm wetness rocking against me.

“Fuck,” I grit out, holding her up with one arm and lining my cock up to her entrance with the other. She sinks onto my length and I close my eyes, trying not to come right away.

“Daniel,” she moans, and I swear my name has never sounded as good as it does in this moment.

I can’t move, I’m afraid I’ll come too quickly, so I stand there and pant, getting used to the hot slick of her.

Until she squirms against me and I lose all semblance of control.

I take a few steps, pinning her back against the kitchen wall, bracing myself against it before driving into her, hard.

“Daniel.” Her voice is strained, and for a second, I think I’ve gone too far, that I’ve been too rough with her. “Harder,” she says.

And I fucking lose my mind.

CHAPTER 30

KELSEY

This is amaziiiiing!