Chapter 20
F uck! That’s all I can think as I slide my fingers from Elle’s dripping pussy just in time to dodge a falling mirror that narrowly misses my left arm.
I bounce up onto my feet in a crouch as the thing shatters beside us, and the table starts to shake and then tip forward.
Elle goes flying, screaming louder than I just made her, which only pisses me off more.
I need to up my game for the next round.
But before that can happen, I somehow manage to catch her mid-fall, twist us, and drop her on top of me, breaking her fall while keeping her away from the shattered glass that now lines her floor.
We’re both panting for our lives, a total disheveled mess of ripped clothes.
Elle’s bra is only covering one perfect tit while leaving the other exposed right up by my mouth.
Her skirt is hoisted to her waist, her panties askew with my hand on her ass as I hold her against me.
“What the hell—”
Only she’s laughing, angling her body up to meet my eyes with a playful, contented smile. One I immediately return, my tongue swiping out to lick at her sweet little nipple because it’s there and why not.
“Well, that happened,” I deadpan, and she laughs harder. “Don’t worry, I’ll replace everything.”
I sit up, taking her with me and wrapping her up in my arms, holding her tight against me.
Her bedroom is upstairs and down a long hallway.
Her family room is like ten feet away. Impossible.
If I’m not inside her in the next thirty seconds, I’ll die.
That’s how badly I need this woman. I wasn’t exaggerating before.
I need her.
“Oh my God,” she says with a breathy laugh. “We broke the mirror. Like shattered it. And the table…”
My teeth scrape down her neck, lingering on her pulse.
It’s thrumming with excitement. Desire. Post-orgasmic arrhythmia.
Yes . I suck deeper, harder, licking up her neck until I’m breathing heavily into her ear.
Flipping us around, I set her on the floor and crawl on all fours over her, dropping my weight so I can feel more of her against me.
“Landon! The glass,” she squeals as some of it crunches beneath my shoe. And that’s another thing. That squeal is also louder than the one she just gave me.
I kick aside broken pieces of mirror, grateful we’re both still wearing our shoes, and then lift her up and off the floor only to slam her against the coat closet door.
“Problem solved.”
“Thank God.” Her long legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.
She hums into my mouth as she kisses me, grinding herself mercilessly down on my dick, still trapped in my jeans.
My thigh holds her up, my dick begging for freedom as my hips tilt into her, dry fucking her the way she’s doing to me.
But it’s not enough.
Nowhere close to enough.
I need to feel her, be inside her. Reaching up under her skirt, right over her soaking pussy, I rip her panties to shreds.
She gasps, her head falling back against the door as I slip my fingers back inside her.
Showing her, telling her without words… Feel that?
Feel how good that is? No one else will touch you here but me.
My mouth continues to claim hers, my tongue tasting every inch of her. She’s sweet and hungry, and I could kiss her without boredom forever. Forever? That seems crazy and irrational and is not something I can think too deeply about at the moment.
Her hands climb down between us, fumbling with my belt, then the button of my jeans, and finally my zipper.
Tugging the denim down my hips the best she can until my cock springs free.
She fists it in her small hand, stroking me up and down as I grip her ass, squeezing the fuck out of her cheeks, knowing I’m more than likely marking them.
I love that visual and wish I could see it, but that will have to wait. Using my other hand to line myself up with her pussy, I slide the head of my cock up and down through her wetness, and with one thrust, I’m home.
So deep inside her there’s no her or me, it’s only us.
This .
I thrust up, a slow glide, her juices coating my dick making me slick and hot, and this feels so goddamn good she’s all I can focus on. My eyes roll back as I seat myself all the way inside her and still. Needing a second to catch my breath. God. Has it ever felt this good?
I want her to moan my name again. Scream it this time for the cheap seats in the back. I want the world to hear. I’m making her feel like this.
Her head presses against the door, her chin tipped back with her eyes closed.
She’s absolutely stunning like this. With me inside her.
Clutching my shoulders with her nails digging in as I fill her up over and over.
I can’t look away. I can’t close my eyes and succumb to the exquisite pleasure. She’s breathtaking, and I’m ruined.
I might have been that first night I met her.
Pulling out on another slow drag, I slam up into her only to do it again and again. Each thrust up is harder. Each slide out a little slower. It’s driving her mad, and her nails dig in sharper with a plea for more.
“You feel it? You feel what this is?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I need more.”
“Take what you need, Elle. Fuck my cock until you see stars.”
She bounces on me, meeting me thrust for thrust as I quicken my pace, pistoning in and out of her with smooth, hot strokes. Her tits jiggle, and I lean down, capturing the exposed one between my lips.
“Fuck yes,” she cries as I sink my teeth into her peaked bud. “More. Harder. Deeper,” she chants.
Jaw locked, I power my hips into her, higher, deeper—as deep as I can go. Giving her exactly what she’s begging me for.
Her face falls into my neck as I hold her up, screwing her into the door with a constant bang, bang, bang.
It’s loud and rough, my body coated in sweat.
And as much as I love holding her like this—so close—feeling her surround me, I need to take her harder, and I can’t do that without hurting her back against the door.
Sliding her off me, I set her on shaky feet, flip her around so her hands go onto the door for support, and bend her forward. I make sure she’s steady, rubbing her ass, squeezing it, and slapping it once. She moans, and I do it again.
Jesus, I’m going to hell. This sight.
Her skirt is pushed all the way up over her ass. Her pink pussy is wet and swollen. Her boots—goddamn those sexy boots.
She’s my ultimate erotic dream, and I tell her so as my palms continue to run along the globes of her ass, unable to stop touching it. She wiggles, urging me to take her again, needy and impatient. I give her another good, hard slap, then slam back into her.
She screams, her head flying back, her hair along with it. I smack her once more and set a punishing rhythm, holding on to her hips as I slice in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder. Our hips move as one, our skin tacky.
“This ass.”
“Smack it again.”
Holy hell. I smack her ass with each plunge in, rubbing it as I pull out, listening as she whimpers and moans and calls out to me and God.
My dirty vixen is oblivious to what she’s unleashing inside me.
My cock strokes in and out, the friction of taking her like this shooting explosions of pleasure up my spine.
My breath is choppy, and I grip her hair, turning her face so I can capture her lips.
We’re sloppy, but she tastes so good, and I need more. Just more. I’ll never get enough of her. Not of the way she feels or the sounds she makes or how incredible she tastes. None of it. She’s my beginning, and she’ll be my end.
Unable to hold off much longer, I reach around, finding her slick clit and rubbing her in time with our thrusts.
That’s when she loses it. Her body writhing, screaming, swearing.
Her hands scraping down the door she’s barely clinging to.
My other hand releases her hair and wraps around her stomach, holding her up, pressing her against me as she comes over and over, her pussy clenching my cock so tight I wheeze.
And when I can’t take it anymore, when her body sags, I come with a roar, my forehead dropping between her shoulder blades.
Whole body shakes ripple through me as I still my hips and spill myself inside her, unable to care about the repercussions of that when I absolutely should.
I already got one woman pregnant before I meant to, but this is different.
I’m not a twenty-year-old boy. I’m a thirty-three-year-old man who wants to mark this woman with my cum.
Who wants to watch as it drips out of her.
I’m claiming her, no going back now.
I flip her around, press her into the door, and kiss her good, long, and hard. We’re both still breathless, panting into each other’s mouths, but I can’t get enough of her.
My forehead drops to hers. “How did this happen?”
“Are you asking about you storming into my house like a possessed demon, the mess we created, or the insanely hot sex we just had?”
I grin against her lips. “Yes. Come with me.” I lead her through her house, searching for the powder room.
Her house is smaller than mine, and the powder room is easy to find just off the kitchen.
I grab a clean hand towel and turn on the warm water, watching her reflection in the mirror, same as she’s doing with me.
Her face is red, her hair wild with tangles, but there’s a softness to her hazel eyes.
A vulnerability I’m all too familiar with.
I ring out the towel and then wipe between her legs, cleaning her up.
She gives me a slightly embarrassed look, but I don’t care.
I have to go soon, and I want to make sure she’s okay before I do that.
My lips meet the crook of her shoulder, and I tug her back against me. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” she retorts, and I nip at her flesh.
“No. But I think I will be.” I hope. I watch as her eyes close, her head falling back against me.
“Me too.”