“We’ve only slept together a couple of times.”
He stepped up close to her, taking the bottle from her hand. His hand cupped the back of her head and he pulled her close. “I didn’t pay for the house because I got to feel how nice your cunt was wrapped around my dick. I did it to be nice. You need a break and sometimes, all a person needs is a helping hand.”
“That’s a big helping hand.”
“I’m a nice guy.”
“No, you’re not. It even says so. You’re a tough guy, and you don’t take fools lightly.”
“True. I don’t have any room for assholes. The money is yours. I’m not paying to fuck you.” His other hand went to her ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m doing that for free.”
She gasped as he pushed his hand down the front of her jeans, cupping her pussy. She closed her eyes, shocked by the sudden hit of lust.
“You can stay angry at me. I’ve got no problem with that.”
Ann grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart. Buttons flew everywhere. Eli tilted her head back, slamming his lips against hers, pushing her up the counter, and trapping her with his body. He lifted her up and she gasped as he stepped between her spread legs.
His cock was already hard as rock.
His friend had called ahead to let him know Ann knew what he’d done. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected her to react the way she did. He truly believed she would’ve been happy. All the stress was gone from her life, but it just went to prove he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.
This woman didn’t act how he’d expected.
He broke the kiss long enough to tear the jeans from her body. He wanted her pussy wrapped around his cock.
The fabric of her panties gave way as he pulled them from her body. There was no way she was going to be able to salvage them. They were dead now.
With her panties gone, he pressed two fingers inside her to find her already wet. Spreading her legs, he stared at her cunt. His mouth watered and he slid his tongue inside her, feeling her tightening around him. Fuck, yeah, that was what he was talking about.
She had the tightest cunt he’d ever tasted, and he wanted more of her. He used his thumb to tease her clit, watching as she arched up. “Get your tits out. Let me see all of you.”
She shoved her shirt off, unlatched her bra, and those beauties spilled out of the cups. Perfection. So fucking pretty, and his cock ached to be inside her.
He changed position so he could suck her clit into his mouth at the same time as fucking her with his fingers.
In and out, he pumped in deep, watching her come apart beneath his touch. She was so perfect, so beautiful. He wanted to take her.
“Eli, I’m close.”
After letting her go, he opened his pants, released his dick, and then he was inside her. Feeling her tight walls surround him. He closed his eyes, grunted, and pulled out of her only to slide in even deeper.
He wasn’t wearing a condom. They were due at the doctor’s the next day or so but he couldn’t stop. Without a doubt, he knew he was clean, and so was she. Ann wrapped her arms and legs around him as he took her head.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the sofa, making her straddle him.
Holding her in place, he began to rock her up and down his length, and he went deeper, harder. He watched her tits bounce and when he could, he sucked on them, feeling an answering pull in his balls.
He shoved her down on his length and stroked her clit, and only when she came all over him did he find his release. This time, he didn’t bother to pull out. Spilling each pulse of his orgasm into her cunt, he let go, holding her as he did.
It was one of the longest, most intense orgasms of his life.
They were both panting, and Ann was the first to move, leaning back a little so he could look into her face.
“Wow,” she said. “Was that angry sex?”
“I don’t know, were you angry?”
“I think so.”
“Then I guess it was. I wasn’t angry. I just wanted to show you who you belong to.”
“That was very caveman of you.”
“I know what I want, Ann.” He shoved her hair out of her face and pulled her back down to kiss her lips. She moaned his name, and he loved it. Running his hands down her back, cupping her hips, squeezing her ass, there wasn’t a part of her he didn’t want. She was everything, she consumed him.
It means nothing.
She’s just a fuck.
“Are you going to stay angry at me?” he asked.