Her pretty tits bounced back and forth as sweat started to glide down my back.
“Ah, oh God.” She moaned, breathing hard and arching her head back.
Her cries filled the room, and her skin was glued to the leather of the sofa, but her * was hot and smooth, and I darted down, catching her bottom lip between my teeth.
“You’re bad for me, and I love it,” I breathed out, grinding between her legs, not letting up for a second.
She kissed me deep, pushing her head up and putting everything into it. Her tongue tasted sweet and sexy, just like her, and we were both moaning, like animals that couldn’t get enough.
She fell back on the sofa and held on to my back, letting me have my way with her.
“I love your body, Tyler.” She ran her fingers lightly down my chest and stomach.
I gave her a small grin, liking the sound of that. I was usually the one complimenting a woman’s body. I didn’t know why, but it wasn’t something women often thought to say to a man, and I loved her for it.
Especially since I wasn’t the twentysomething she was probably used to being with. I didn’t mind being older than her, but I didn’t want to seem old.
“I don’t want anyone else to have it while we’re doing this, okay?” she asked, looking up at me.
I laughed and circled my arms around her waist, flipping us both over so that I sat up against the back of the couch with my feet on the floor, and she sat on top, straddling my hips with my dick still inside her.
“You laying claim?” I teased, gripping her ass as she immediately began rolling her hips, riding me.
“I mean it,” she stated firmly. “You’ve seen my temper.”
I smiled at her, arching my head back and closing my eyes as she slid up and down my cock. “Don’t worry,” I soothed. “This dick is yours.”
Sex had never been this good with anyone in my life, and there had been plenty to compare her to. The thing I’d learned about sex was that for it to be good, it had to be more than just fucking. Playing, teasing, talking – the pair up of the right two people – and you had the difference between an act that you’d forget in two minutes and something that you wanted again and again.
Easton Bradbury kept me wanting more.
She seemed to like my answer, because she leaned down and trailed kisses over my neck and jaw. “Same goes for you.” I squeezed her ass tighter with my other hand and threaded my fingers through her hair, pulling gently and raising her head to face me. “You got that?”
She licked her lips, looking at me with a sudden serious expression, almost sad. “You’re the only one I want,” she spoke softly. “Right now.”
That made me jerk my head up and narrow my eyes on her.
Tightening my grip, I grabbed and lifted her again, tossing her back down on the couch before pinning her wrists above her head.
“That wasn’t exactly reassuring,” I barked, thrusting good and hard.
She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning, “Oh, God. Tyler.” She cried out, “Fuck, I’m coming!”
I felt her * clenching around my cock, and I showed her no mercy. Diving into her mouth, I tasted her tongue and let her cries drown out in my kiss.
She grabbed my ass and held tight, the bite of her nails stinging my skin as her body tensed beneath me.
She spasmed, her short, fast breaths echoing around me as her body shook with the orgasm.
“You make me want to ignore my work,” I accused, loving how wet she was after coming, “and I’d rather have you here at my beck and call than let you go home. Now, if you liked that,” I bit out, referring to the orgasm I’d just given her, “then I think you can assume you’re going to be coming back for more for the foreseeable future.”
She blinked her eyes open, looking desperate and confused. “All I know” – she breathed hard, searching for words – “is that you’re the only one I want.”
“For today?” I asked gently, placing my elbows on either side of her head and grazing my lips over hers, before whispering, “Or can I at least get a week out of you?”
She opened her mouth, trying to catch my lips for a kiss, but I pulled back just far enough to tease her.
Anger flashed in her eyes, and I smiled, loving that she liked getting kissed by me.
“What’s your track record, Easton?” I looked down into her eyes, keeping my voice calm. “How many boyfriends have you had? How long did they last? How long before you’re ready to jump into a new bed?”
Her eyebrows shot up, and she pushed at my chest. “Get off me,” she gritted out.
But I continued my smooth, even rhythm as pleasure started to course through my groin. “How long?” I taunted.
“What about you?” she snapped, pushing at my chest. “You can’t tell me you don’t have another woman somewhere.”
“Oh, I do,” I replied, keeping my voice light. “Several, actually. One on every continent.”
“Go to hell.” She slammed her palm into my chest. “And get off me!”