Page 9 of One More Night
FOUR
Jordan
Goddamn, her fucking juices drip from my fingers as I release her earlobe with a pop. The memory of her in that short little sundress on her parents’ back lawn has my dick rising to attention again. Legs that go on for days; pert little tits that I’m pretty damn sure weren’t covered by a bra; and the barest hint of her taut little ass as she bent to retrieve a cola from the ice bucket.
If it weren’t for my questionable morals, then I can guarantee I would have taken her virgin pussy that very afternoon. Fuck. I had it all planned out in my mind: a quiet walk down to the boathouse, and then her legs wrapped around my waist as I drilled her against the worn timber walls.
Problem was, I was eighteen, just like her brother, and I damn well knew she was younger than him. Ignorance most definitely would have been bliss, but I can’t complain when here I am seven years later with her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she stifles her cries into the bedding.
“That’s it.” I pull my hand free, and then take her hips in my hold as she rides the last of her orgasm. “You on the pill, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods against the bed.
It’s all I need to know. Corinne cries out when I thrust balls deep into her still twitching pussy, bringing her back to that sweet wave of pleasure before I pull out only to thrust in again.
She drives her hips back, seeking more as I pump into her over and over, so goddamn thankful that she drained me already. At least this way I’m guaranteed to last.
“How does that feel?” My fingers dig into her hips hard, unrelenting, while I pull her firm against me on each stroke. “Talk to me.”
“Keep …” She hesitates to catch her breath. “Keep doing it hard.”
“You like it hard?” Fuck. I can be harder.
Corinne nods, eyes closed as her eyebrows peak with pleasure. Goddamn, she’s beautiful when I fuck her.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes.”
Fuck … this pussy. “What else do you like?” I set a hand on the back of her head and hold her down while I use my other to spread her ass cheeks a little.
Nothing better than watching your dick disappear into that pretty pink flesh.
“Everything,” she groans.
Oh, baby.I slip my hand from her ass cheek to tease her perfect puckered hole with my thumb once more. “Everything?”
She nods.
“Words, Corinne,” I bark. “I won’t fucking tell you again.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck this ass?” Because I’m not sure if I can stop myself from doing it anyway.
“Yes.”
Goddamn, I could listen to her say that all day. I drill her pussy a little longer for good measure and then draw my dick free to tease her tight little hole with the tip. She whimpers as my cock slides across the puckered flesh, groaning when I press a little to test her.
“If it hurts, you tell me.” I run my hand from the back of her head, down her spine to soothe and assure her that I have her best intentions at heart. “One word and I stop.”
“Okay.” Those beautiful eyes finally open and she searches me out.
I can’t say what the hell comes over me, but I lean over her and do something I never have before—I kiss her.
I never kiss women when I fuck them.
But Corinne? Something about the way she looked at me, I think. As though she trusts me. Why? That vulnerability has me grazing my lips over hers in a gentle promise.