She loved the bite of pain as he brought her whole body to arousal.
“Fuck, you’re begging for some cock, aren’t you, Cora?”
“Shut up.”
He gripped her face, not roughly but enough so she had no choice but to focus all on him.
“You want my cock. Don’t lie.”
James released her hands, and Cora didn’t wait for permission. She gripped his cock, stroking him. He was better than she thought he was going to be.
“I want this inside me. What do I have to do to move this along?”
“Bitch,” he said, biting out the word at the same time he gripped her shorts, and began to jerk them down her body.
She almost fell over in a heap on the floor. Giggling, Cora did her best to assist him, but it was damn hard.
James took them both to the floor, wrestling out of their clothes. The moment Cora was free, she quickly crawled away from him, ending up in the sitting room. He followed her, and Cora stood to match his stance.
The curtain was open, but no one could see in on them. Cora wouldn’t have cared who could see anything. This was her own home, and no one was going to tell her what to do in her own home.
He stepped through into the room, completely naked. The length of his dick, pointed at her. He really was amazing and long.
“No sex without a condom. I’m not on the pill.” She placed her hand on her hip, cocking it to the side.
“Baby, you better get on the pill. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need to fuck you regularly to get you out of my system.”
“Do you really think you’ll get me out of your system?” She couldn’t help but taunt him.
This had to be the best way she’d spent a Saturday lunchtime. After her run she’d intended to clean her house, but it didn’t really need it.
He held a foil packet between his fingers. “I’ve come prepared, and no other woman has kept my interest.”
Cora wasn’t insulted. No man had kept her interest either.
“Were you really that sure?” she asked, glancing at the foil packet.
“Are you offended?”
“No.”
“I’ve always got a condom. You never know when you might need one.”
“Boy Scout?”
“No. Prepared. How are we going to do this?” he asked.
James was used to being in charge. His body was covered in ink, and Cora couldn’t help but admire his physique. He’d kept in shape entering forty. There was no ounce of fat on his body. He was rock hard, solid, and well worked out.
Moving toward him, she took the condom from his fingers. Without waiting for him to respond, she pushed him down so he fell onto the sofa.
Sinking down to her knees between his legs, she stared up at him.
“You gonna suck my cock, baby?” he asked, sinking his fingers into her hair.
“That I am. Close your eyes and think of England.”
“No. I like to watch.”
Gripping his cock, she flicked the tip, and watched him moan. He didn’t close his eyes, or look away. His gaze was locked right on hers. Loving his gaze on her, and being a little exhibitionist herself, she went to work, licking, sucking, and putting on a show of lavishing his cock with attention.
Glancing up at him, she saw his eyes were still locked on her. His jaw was constantly clenching as he watched her. Sinking down onto his shaft, she took him as deep as she could without gagging. He released a hiss, and his fingers tightened in her hair.
Working her hand over his saliva covered length, she removed her mouth, and flicked the tip taking all of his pre-cum.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “Not a slut. Just a woman who loves a lot of sex. It doesn’t make me a slut.”
“Some men would call that a slut.”
“Then that man doesn’t get my pussy. I don’t do labels, and anyone who does, doesn’t get me.” She’d been with a man who liked to call her a whore and a slut, degrade her for the fact she loved sex. Cora wasn’t interested in being degraded. It was the twenty-first century, and yet men still wanted fucking virgins. It was ridiculous. This was one of the points she hated between a man and woman. A man who liked sex could fuck whoever he wanted, and he was a giant stud, something good, and men cheered for themselves. When a woman was exactly the same, loving sex, she was a slut or whore. No, not in her book.
Working his length, she stared into his eyes. “What’s it going to be, James?”
“I never had a thing for a slut. I can handle a woman who likes fucking.”
She took the condom, tearing into the foil. Retrieving the latex, she nipped the tip, rolling the condom down his length. Cora loved sex, and she believed in her sex being safe. There was no way she was going to risk her health even for an orgasm.