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Joey pulled back, releasing her throat, his hands carefully guided both of hers away from him. “You’re going to keep your hands to yourself. I want to show you exactly what you do to me simply by standing here looking so fuckin’ beautiful.”
Her teeth bit into her lower lip while she grinned. “I can’t make any promises.”
His hand slid up the back of her neck, getting lost in the tangles of her chestnut waves of hair. Closing his fist around a handful of it, he tugged her head back as his lips dragged up along her throat. Once his mouth was at her ear, his gravelly whisper came forth. “If that’s the case, I can’t make any promises I will let you come all over my cock like I know you want to.”
A delicate little moan came from her at the mere thought of how badly she wanted him buried deep inside of her. Her hands fought the urge to latch onto him again.
Joey nibbled along her lobe for a second, waiting to see if she was going to adhere to his instructions. When she refrained from putting her hands on him, he smiled and pulled her by her hips until he had her positioned at the counter where all three sinks were lined up.
His hands spun her around so she was facing the large mirror on the wall behind the sinks. Layne met his eyes in the reflection before she felt his hand run up along her spine. It gradually placed pressure on her until she was hinged at the hips and bent over the edge of the counter.
Joey’s fingers hooked onto the side of the black leggings she was wearing and rolled them down past her thighs. He squatted down with the motion, the warmth of his breath caressing over the bare skin of her ass before he laid several kisses across it.
The fact that she was still going without panties had his dick twitching excitedly in his pants. It was simply knowing he would have immediate access to her pussy without so much as a damn piece of string that passed for women’s underwear these days.
As he laid those kisses across the roundness of her behind, she felt his hands glide up the backs of her thighs. Her knees quivered in response, threatening to give out at any moment.
When he stood up, he slid his hand between her legs, allowing his fingers to stroke along her slit. “You’re goddamn soaked, Layney.” He gave a broad smile while he single-handedly began to undo his belt and open up his pants.
She pushed her hips against his fingers, craving more. “Joey, stop fucking around. You know I can’t take it when you tease.”
He pushed two of his fingers into her, Layne’s arousal allowing for smooth entry. “Don’t lie, Layney. You can take a hell of a lot. I’ve seen this cunt of yours take anything I’ve ever given it.” Joey’s fingers slid in and out of her, drawing out the sweet sound of her moans with each movement.
Layne stayed glued to her place, bent over the counter while his fingers stroked those parts deep within her. When he removed his hand entirely, her moan dissolved into a whimper. Before she could protest, Joey had his cock out of his pants and shoved deep into her pussy in one quick movement.
Her body gripped around his length from the second he entered her. Joey groaned as his dick immediately throbbed as her walls encased him. He grabbed her at the waist and began to fuck her from behind, her ass presented to him like the prettiest little gift of encouragement to keep going. He moaned out, “Mmm, fuck…”
“Yes, God, yes!” Layne let the pleasure quickly take over her body, allowing everything else to fade away from her mind.
Joey continued to slam into her tight cunt, each thrust of his hips becoming more urgent and full of need. “Beg me for my cum, Layney. I need to hear how much you want your pussy filled with it until it’s dripping down your damn legs.” His voice grew breathless as his desires began to approach the apex of pleasure.
Her body trembled at the sound of his words. Each stroke of his cock deep inside her body, pushing against her sweet spot, had her coming more and more unraveled. With the mirror in front of her, her eyes looked up at his image reflected in it.
“Joey, please, I need your cum deep inside of me. I need to take all of it.” Her gaze witnessed his heated expressions and it had her quickly losing herself. All of Layne’s body tensed up as she shook from the violent orgasm that ripped through her as she screamed out.
The moment she spilled over into her climax, Joey gave several more frantic thrusts into her as he breathlessly moaned out at the sensation of her body’s warm fluid coming over his rigid cock.
He growled out a curse as he gave one final slam of his hips up against her, driving his length fully into her before his seed erupted. Each spasm of his cock releasing more of his cum until he finally felt the sigh of satisfaction settle deep in his chest.
Layne dropped her head down until she felt the cool counter against her cheek. Still panting after that explosive release, she couldn’t even manage to get her words into a coherent sentence. “I… Wow. Everything.”
What broken hand? The sea of ecstasy made it feel as good as new.
CHAPTER FIVE
Afew mornings later, Layne rolled over in bed expecting to find a large warm body next to her. Instead, she was just met with the small mound of the cold white bedding Joey had tossed aside.
She frowned as she opened her eyes and found a small piece of paper left on his pillow.
Have to pick up a package for a client. Be back in an hour to have my breakfast. - Joey
P.S. I’m never late.
Layne grinned in giddy anticipation damn well knowing that between her thighs was going to be ready for him the second he walked in through the door. He had been finding creative ways and sneaking in every opportunity to distract her body from the pain of her fractured hand.
She slid out of bed, wearing a cropped light blue camisole with a matching pair of shorts. After taking care of a few things in the bathroom, she left the master suite and went downstairs to find a cup of coffee left on a warmer for her.
It looked like he was doing his best to stay in her good graces, and she wasn’t complaining about it. The coffee was only a small gesture in comparison to how he had been trying to help her organize and restructure how she took over the operations of her family’s business.The stressors of her new role plus the added injury to her hand had been leaving her already short fuse even quicker to blow.