He stroked his fingers through her slit. She hissed, and he groaned. Her pussy was soaking wet, dripping. James rubbed her slick clit, before sliding down to plunder her tight cunt.
“Now, this can’t argue with me.”
“I’m wet for you, so what?”
“You want my dick, and, baby, I’d love to give you my dick.” He groaned as he thrust two fingers inside her, pressing his thumb against her clit. She’d squeeze his dick so damn good. James couldn’t wait to get into her cunt.
She groaned, resting her head against his shoulder. He passed his thumb back and forth, back and forth, over her clit. She was shaking, and James held onto her as she screamed her release against his shoulder. Her teeth sank inside the leather of his jacket, and he kept rubbing even as she shuddered.
He only stopped when she grabbed his hand, telling him to stop.
Pulling his fingers from her shorts, he brought them up between them. With his gaze on hers, he took his cum slicked fingers into his mouth, and licked them clean.
“Now that is one tasty piece of cunt,” he said, trying to shock her.
It didn’t happen.
She pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him more than he had her.
“Thank you so much, I needed that.”
Before he got a chance to stop her, she took off. Cora was a fighter, and not a woman easily impressed. He’d have to work a lot harder.
Chapter Three
Cora wasn’t surprised to find James resting on his bike outside of her house when she came around the corner. She was fucking exhausted. Cora loved running, but it didn’t half make her body ache. He’d taken the edge off of her arousal with his touch. She had surprised him with her response, so points to her.
Pulling her ear buds out, she smiled at him.
“Are you stalking me now?” she asked, walking toward him. He stepped away from his bike, and she couldn’t help but look down the front of his pants.
Oh my!
She’d had a lot of men in her time¸ and seeing him like that, she knew she’d not even come close to being with a man that big. He was huge, rock hard, and thick. He was confined in his pants, and she wondered how good he looked outside of his jeans. She licked her dry lips, unable to look away.
Stop staring at his dick. Look him in the eye, pervert.
Forcing herself to look at him, she wanted to wipe that cocky look right off his face.
“I took care of you. It’s only fair.”
“Sorry, I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” She placed her hand on her hip, smiling at him. Cora wasn’t unaware of how much fun she was actually having. He was the first man she’d taken the time to even play with. James hadn’t taken off running. He kept coming back for more, and it intrigued her.
“I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I’m looking for a woman who wants a good fuck, and has no limitations in the bedroom. Know of anyone I could use for that?” he asked.
Damn, this man was after her own heart.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“If a guy with a dick that size can put it to good use.” She tilted her head to the side, wondering what his comeback would be.
“Let me in, and I’ll show you exactly how fucking good it can be between us.”
Cora breezed past him. She liked his answers a hell of a lot.
Opening the door, she waited for him to step past the threshold into her home. Cora moaned as he closed the door with her pressed right up against it. James moved fast, which she liked a lot.
He tore the music player out of her hands, placing it on the counter beside her door. This was where she put her keys and mail when she got in the house. James pressed her hands above her head, trapping her between the door, and his body. Core didn’t put up a fight.
“This doesn’t exactly tell me what you can do,” she said.
James ran his hand down her body, touching every inch of her, and yet his touch wasn’t enough. Over her clothing, his touch burned, and she so wanted them both to be naked with each other, touching, getting accustomed to their touch.
“What’s the matter, baby? Not had a real man?”
“I’ve not had a real man n—”
He cut her off by slamming his lips on hers.
Cora moaned at the force of his kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She met him halfway, kissing him back with as much fever as he was kissing her.
James cut off from her lips, moving down to her neck. He sucked on her neck, flicking his tongue over her pulse. She was so aroused, and she didn’t want him to stop, not once.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Do you even know my name?” she asked, wanting to keep the upper hand.
“Cora, it’s not a name I’m not going to forget.” He nipped at her collarbone, and she groaned. The grip he had on her wrists tightened.