She deserves more than a quick screw on the warehouse roof.
“Why’d you stop?” she asks, breathless. Her lips are swollen from the kiss, and she looks like she could take more. Nine inches more.
I clench a fist to keep from grabbing her again. “Last call,” I warn her. “No going back now.”
“I don’t want to stop,” Savannah insists, and her eyes are determined. “I want you, Cash. Just you.”
A good southern gentleman never turns down an invitation, and I’m sure not going to deny her now. I tug the tie on her wrap-around dress, and slowly pull apart the top so I can let my eyes wander over her breasts, her pink nipples pebbling in the cool air.
Fuck, Savy’s tits are perfect.
She grabs the front of my shirt, ready to pull me down, and I close my hand over hers. This is my territory now. And I will go as fast or slow as I want.
“Patience,” I murmur. I trail my fingers lazily over her chest, pausing to tweak her nipples. She moves into my hand, offering me more, so I dip my head and take one of her nipples in my mouth. I nip it playfully. She moans, and I give it another suck.
“The word is please, Savy.”
“Fucking please.”
Well, at least we cleared that up. There’s the foul-mouthed lawyer I’ve come to know. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
I peel open the bottom part of her dress and my fingertips brush against bare skin. What? As I look down, I notice she’s gone commando for the night. Damn, this just gets better. Savannah sports a landing strip, as if I needed any direction. Every instinct in my body is drawing me directly to that sweet spot between her thighs.
And this time, I’m not stopping for anything.
I spread her legs wider, baring her to me. Other girls start blushing right about now, so exposed, but Savannah just meets my eyes with a challenging smile. “You’ve been making a lot of big promises,” she coos. “I’d say now it’s time to deliver.”
“My pleasure.”
As I slide a hand down and stroke her clit. I slide two fingers deep inside her. She moans again, bucking against my hand.
Savannah grips my face, her expression a mix of amusement and pure frustration. “Quit fucking around and make me come, goddammit, or let me fuck you right now.”
Tempting, but not yet.
In one motion, I push her back so she’s laying horizontal on the lounge chair. Then I part her legs wider, and settle myself down between her soft thighs, also known as my favorite place in the world right now. “Don’t make a sound,” I order her. “And baby, you’re going to want to scream for this.”
I lick her hard and fast, closing my mouth on her clit as my fingers keep working inside her tight *. Savannah writhes against me, but I don’t let up, I don’t quit the pressure for a second, lapping up every last drop of her juices until she’s whimpering. Begging.
Coming like crazy over my tongue.
I sit up, watching her climax roll through her. Damn, now that’s a sight. Finally, Savy sits up. Her hair’s a mess, and her skin is flushed, but that’s just the start of it.
She’s going to look well-fucked by the time I’m done with her.
She meets my eyes with a satisfied smile. “Maybe your reputation is deserved,” she says.
“You don’t even know, baby.” I undo my belt and zipper, my cock already killing me with how fucking hard I am right now.
“I can take a hint.” She reaches over and frees me, sliding her hot little hand around my cock.
Fuck me, her hands feel like heaven, a vice grip ready to make me come right now. She teases me, pumping gently. She leans in close, her bare breasts against my chest, and whispers softly in my ear.
“Now, what exactly do I need to say to get you to fuck me like the manwhore I know you are?”
My balls are just about ready to explode.
“I think you’ve said enough.” I grab a condom from my pocket before she can completely get rid of my pants.
“Why Mr. Gardner, it seems like you thought you’d get lucky tonight.”
“For you, Ms. Sunday, I’ll always be prepared.”
She keeps stroking me, taking the condom and sliding it down over my dick. Just the feel of her touch like this is making me feel like a horny teenager, ready to blow my wad.
We’re oblivious to the sound of the street below. It’s just her and me and the lights wink at us sharing in our secret. I push her back on the lounge chair, and pin her hands above her head. Savannah pants in anticipation.
“God, I need your cock,” she says.
Right there with you, baby. And now you won’t need to wait another second.
Gripping her hips, I find her slick, tight entrance and thrust.
Goddamn, that feels good.
Savannah whimpers beneath me as I drive all the way in, until my cock is sheathed to the hilt in her tight *, and there’s nothing else in the entire fucking universe.
Fuck.