Chapter 2
2
DANE
I didn’t even know her name.
The beautiful woman from this morning had stayed on my mind all day. It was Sunday—my day off—but I stayed busy. I cleared away brush, tossing it on the burn pile and firing it up, then stood back and watched it.
Still, that angel stayed on my mind. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Beyond drop-dead gorgeous. Words didn’t exist to describe the smooth shininess of her long, blonde hair and the way those curves strained the confines of that bright pink skirt suit.
Finally, I headed back inside, showered, and changed. It was my second shower of the day. The first had been that morning. I’d been silently cursing myself that all my clean underwear was in a pile on top of the dryer when I exited my bedroom to find a beautiful, fully dressed woman standing in my living room.
God, she was gorgeous. And I didn’t miss the way her gaze flitted to my cock before rushing back to my face.
I flipped on the shower, turned it to my preferred heat level, and tugged off my now-dirty T-shirt and jeans. I’d just shower and head out to get something to eat.
Suddenly, the pizza in my freezer didn’t sound so good. What sounded good was a cold beer and a double deluxe burger with a basket full of onion rings.
No, not onion rings. What if I wanted to kiss her later? What if I somehow managed to talk her into coming back to my place? I could fuck her all night and still not get enough.
My dick was rock hard by the time I stepped under the spray. It had only been seconds, but thinking of her had done that to me.
I let out a groan as I imagined what those tits would look like when I pulled off that jacket and unbuttoned her white, silky blouse. They’d be creamy and rounded, with light pink tips. I’d run my tongue over them as I slid in and out of that tight, slick pussy, soaking my cock with her juices.
My second groan bounced off the walls as the warm water slid over my hot skin. I fisted my cock and began stroking, my entire body breathing a sigh of relief. I’d been fighting this all day.
It was time to get a little release. Because no matter how many times I pictured throwing her legs up over my shoulders and licking her until she screamed my name, it would stay a fantasy—for a while, anyway. A woman like her needed to be won over. She deserved fancy dinners and candlelight and flowers. And I was not a fancy dinner, candlelight, and flowers type of guy.
But I’d become one if it meant seeing those full, pink lips wrapped around my cock as she took me deep, deep into her mouth. My hand began moving faster as I raced toward orgasm.
What would it be like to come on those tits? Would she mind it? Or was she someone who preferred more traditional lovemaking? Missionary position? Her legs wrapped around my waist as she nudged me deeper and deeper? I’d look down at her and see adoration in her eyes and know it was reflected in mine. We’d come together, both of us crying out, and even after it was over, I’d stay inside her.
My orgasm slammed into me, cum spraying the floor of my shower. I braced myself, my left palm against the wall as I pumped every last bit of the liquid out, only worrying about the mess once I caught my breath.
Oh yeah, I was definitely going to the bar. And I’d do everything I could to get a date with her.
Eventually, even if it took six months, I’d feel that pussy around my cock. It was my new goal in life. And what I wanted, I always got.