Page 30 of One More Night

“As much as you’ll get, too. Stop asking questions, Corinne, and undo your blouse.”

“Do it yourself.”

I take a side in each hand, and jerk my arms wide. The buttons skitter across the floor, the satisfying tear of satin music to my ears.

“Unnecessary,” she taunts.

“To the point,” I challenge in return.

Why fuck around with semantics when I can buy her another one? I want what lies beneath; the material got in my way.

Palms to the counter, she leans back in invitation, presenting her gorgeous fucking tits to me. I do the only logical thing and pull the cup of her bra beneath the supple mounds, and then take her nipples in turn, swirling and flicking my tongue on each until they’re firm peaks.

Her answering moans leave my slacks straining and the need to fuck her heavy in my balls. She challenges me, unafraid. She pushes me for more, testing boundaries.

She goes against everything I’ve ever said I needed in a woman.

Which is why she must stay.

“When did they ask you to finish?” I ask as I step back and reach beneath her skirt to remove her panties.

She shuffles her butt to assist as she answers. “Immediately.”

“Good.” I discard the useless fabric, and then run my fingers either side of her slick heat.

She moans in the back of her throat, eyes closed with her head thrown back in abandon. Lust is a good look on her. Uninhibited and real.

“I still hate you for ruining my life,” she feebly complains as I run a single fingertip between her pussy lips.

“I didn’t ruin it.” I punctuate my point with a digit in her cunt. “I liberated it.”

“I wasn’t trapped.”

“You were bored. Admit it.”

“Maybe.” She rocks her hips onto my pistoning finger. “But I didn’t feel as though I needed out, Jordan.”

“You needed what your normal, safe little life couldn’t give you.” I add another digit.

A heavy exhale passes her parted lips. “And what would that be?”

“Me.”