Goddamn it!
I have never wanted a woman more than I do Sarah Erickson. She’s a breath of fresh air to me. Maybe it’s because I have the upper hand—knowing her secrets and how to dance around them. But she’s amazing. It’s not all about the broken parts though; somehow, we just mesh.
She gets my jokes and I love hers. She’s smart and witty and challenging. I love spending time with her. It’s been, like, ten days and I’m already calling her my girlfriend like a fucking twelve-year-old with a crush to anyone who will listen. Yet I hold a secret that could potentially send her running. And I’m only partially talking about the things I know about her.
I have a shady-as-hell past too. I’m going to have to tell her one day how I really know Erica—and, even worse, who I really am. The last thing I need to be doing right now is burying my cock inside her. I shouldn’t have even made her come again in the office, but when she thought we weren’t together, it pissed me off. Sarah is different. I’m not usually anti-relationships or anything, but my life hasn’t been all that stable over the last few years. However, I’m a firm believer that, when you find someone who fits, you claim them. Immediately.
So, now, Sarah and I are together and I’m about to bury myself inside her—completely claiming her. Then, when the truth comes out, she will probably never speak to me again.
I’m on a fucking roll.
I close down my computer, turn off the security screens, and head down the hallway back to the bedroom. I need to lay her down and talk to her—tell her the truth and make sure she understands that I don’t care about who she used to be. Maybe I could even share a little bit about my past to reassure her. She seems to like it when I do that. It always puts her at ease to know that she isn’t alone. I’m sure I can figure a way to spin this to make her stay. We just need to talk before we…
"Fuuuuuck," I breathe as I walk into my bedroom.
True to her word, Sarah is lying facedown, her black-lace-thong-covered ass in the air, and she did me two better. She put on her heels and graciously left the lights on. She’s all but showing off.
Okay, so I’ll definitely figure out a way to make things work after I come inside her. Hell, maybe I never have to tell her. What’s one more lie on my conscience going to hurt?
I clear my throat. "Good girl," I purr, walking over to the bed. Running a hand up her back, I wrap it around the ponytail that wasn’t there a few minutes ago and give it a gentle tug. Perfect.
I am all about getting a little rough in the bedroom—especially when a woman reacts to it like Sarah does. I don’t get down with spankings or unnecessary roughness for my own sexual gratification though. It’s just not how I roll. I want my every move to enhance the pleasure for her. Never—ever—should they be painful.
Never.
"Tonight, when you dropped your dress in the kitchen, I didn’t immediately realize that this was a thong. However, ever since I found out, I’ve not been able to think about anything but seeing you like this. So. Fucking. Sexy." Releasing her hair, I trace my hand back down her back and over her rounded ass.
Sarah is thin, but somehow, she ended up with a fair amount of curves—her ass being two of them. I finally make my way down to her covered pussy. Sliding a finger around the lace, I drag it over her sensitive clit before dipping it inside her opening.
"Oh God," she moans a magical sound that speaks directly to my cock.
As much as I love the sight in front of me, I’m not taking her for the first time like this.
Leaning down, I place a wet kiss on the small of her back. "Roll over, ángel."
She quickly flips to her back.
"Legs open," I amend when she closes her knees together.
Without a single second of hesitation, her legs fall to the side.
Gorgeous.
I quickly strip her panties off. Dropping to my knees, I latch my mouth over her pussy.
"Ahhhhh, Leo!" she cries out, running her hands through my hair.
Sarah’s already come twice tonight, but I’m not about to make it three without my cock inside her. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste her first.
I lick and suck every inch of her pussy as her body writhes around me. She lifts a leg, draping it over my shoulder. She then gently rakes the sharp heel of her shoe up my back in the most deliciously arousing way imaginable.
Yep, I’m done. My patience is gone.
I stand up, holding her leg over my shoulder. "Other leg," I growl.
She obliges by placing it on my other shoulder. I bend over, supporting my weight with a hand on the bed, next to her head. My face is still covered with her juices, but Sarah still takes my mouth in a rough and desperate kiss.
"You on the pill?" I ask with my dick poised at her entrance.