10. Dutton #2
“That’s good to hear,” I tell her, sitting back just enough to pop the zipper on my jeans.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” I continue, not bothering to reveal exactly which moment that was.
“I need to taste you, Bridgette. I need to feel you come on my face. I need to fuck you. I need to fill you up so hard and so deep that you’ll never want to leave this bed. ”
“Prove it,” she says, a smile teasing her lips.
We’ve only known each other a few days, and she already knows just what to say to get me going.
Not that I haven’t been ready to go since I picked her up tonight, but she just issued me a challenge, and I’m damn sure going to take it.
I don’t know what kind of men she was with before me, and I don’t even care.
If I do my job right—and I fucking will—she won’t remember their names or faces in about five minutes.
I’m going to treat her so damn good that she’ll forget that any other man ever existed.
I rise up enough to strip out of my jeans, but I keep my boxers on as I settle between her legs and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Then I meet her gaze. “I’m gonna take these off, Bridgette,” I tell her. “And then I’m gonna put my mouth on you.”
“Yes,” she moans, threading her hands through my hair as though she needs to guide me.
I don’t need directions to the promised land, but a little hair-pulling isn’t something I’m ever going to complain about, especially when Bridgette is the one in charge.
Who am I kidding? She’s always going to be in charge.
No matter how bossy I get, there will never be any doubt that she’s the one calling the shots.
I part her folds to find that she’s fucking dripping for me, and I waste no time diving in.
She tastes just as sweet as I knew she would.
It’s like honey on my fucking tongue, and I can’t get enough.
Sliding my palms beneath her ass, I pull her closer toward me so we’re damn near fused together.
Her grip on my hair tightens as she writhes beneath me.
“Oh, God. I’m—. Oh, don’t stop. I?—”
“Give it to me, “ I say, not daring to pull my mouth away from her sweet center. She probably can’t understand a word I’m saying, but based on the way she thrusts her hips forward and presses her body against my face, I’m betting the vibrations feel pretty good.
I bring my right hand up and press my thumb to her clit in quick, circular motions.
Her whole body stills for a beat, and that’s when I feel it.
Her inner walls are squeezing tight and sucking me in.
Wave after wave of her orgasm crashes over us, and it feels so damn good.
Even after I’ve pulled away to cover my cock with a condom, I can taste her release on my lips.
She leans up to kiss me, and the thought of her tasting herself on my mouth is heady.
“I can’t fucking wait to get inside you,” I tell her. “Where do you want me?”
“Wherever you?—”
I press a finger to her lips. “Where do you want me? What’s gonna make you feel good? Get used to taking up space, beautiful girl. If you want something, all you need to do is ask. And if you don’t know what you want, it’s my job to give you options. Got it?”
She nods. “I think I want you just like this. I know that a lot of guys think missionary is boring, but I want to try it. I like the idea of being so close to you, of watching you as you move in and out of me,” she says, her breath hitching. “God, yes. That’s what I want.”
“Listen to me,” I say, lining my cock at her entrance before bracing myself on my elbows so we’re face-to-face. “Sex with you could never be called boring. You’re a damn goddess, Bridgette, don’t forget that. Now lift those hips so you can take me deep.”
The second she tilts her ass a millimeter off the bed, I enter her.
She’s so damn wet, but it still takes a few seconds for her to adjust to me.
Her pussy swallows me up, inch by inch, and I’m in danger of losing my damn mind with every stroke.
When I’m fully seated inside her, I open my eyes and take in her delicate features.
Every inch of her is perfect—from the cascade of red hair that falls over her shoulders, to the freckles that dot her nose and cheeks, to the green eyes that light up her face.
From her full breasts to her thick waist to the ass and thighs I’ll never get enough of, to those long legs I can’t wait to feel wrapped around me, it’s clear that this woman must have walked straight out of my fantasies.
She’s got her hands in my hair again, but this time, she’s gentle, like she’s studying my face so she can memorize it. But that isn’t necessary. If I have my way, we’ll be gazing into each other’s eyes late at night, tangled up in our sheets, just like this, for a long damn time.
Every time I rock into her, it feels even better than the last. I’m pumping my hips as I watch her breasts jiggle from the force of our movement. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, searching for another orgasm, but it’s just out of reach.
“Bend your knees for me. That’s it. I’m going to lift your leg and hook it over my shoulder, okay?” I ask.
“Yes, please. Anything. Just?—”
Her words fall away as I move her leg into a position that allows me to take her impossibly deeper.
I’m hitting that sweet spot inside her and driving her crazy with need.
When she lets out a cry of ecstasy and her walls squeeze me, I give in to my release and let go.
My lips fasten onto hers as I ride out the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
Fuck . She’s completely ruined me for any other woman, and that’s just fine by me.