I nearly blow through a red light, and she laughs. The sound of her laughter echoes in my car, and I catch a glimpse of her smiling face. Strands of her hair cling to her mouth as she laughs and then she slowly pulls them away from her face, and I want to keep looking at her.
Jesus. Get in control.
Finally I park outside my brownstone. My heart beats steadily, slowly picking up the pace as it realizes how close I am to getting my cock wrapped in her pussy. Then her hand curls around my arm just as I’m about to open the door. I turn my head, and she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me. She shoves her goddamn tongue down my throat. It’s fucking hot, I immediately go for her tits. I unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing a black lace bra and her creamy-white tits. She inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hand under her bra and squeeze her. I love her warmth.
I break from her mouth and grab a fistful of her hair. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right now in this car.”
“You can do anything you want with me.”
I let out a small groan as I look at the door. It’s all the way over there.
Take her inside. The last thing Johnny needs is one of his guys getting busted for public indecency.
“Get out of the car.” The voice I use surprises me, but she obeys instantly.
I get out with a little bit of difficulty and drape my coat to cover my rock-hard erection. Smiling, she walks up to me and takes my hand, leading me toward the door.
When we’re at the top of the steps, my head burns with the things I want to do to this broad. Her chest flushes with color as I pin her against the door, and I dig my cock into her thigh so that she knows how hard I am. Elena’s dark eyes flash at me when I take her small chin between my fingers.
“Not many girls get me this turned-on.”
Her tits bump against my chest as she straightens. My heart flips when she kisses me, and I sigh into her, moving forward, but she pulls back with a slick smile. She’s got me right where she wants me.
Fuck.
“I want to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
It turns me on to hear how eager she is to please me, but I really doubt she’ll make that much of a lasting impression.
“What makes you think you’re going to be the best? I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’ll be with a lot more after you.”
She gives me a smoldering look. “Because I want you more than anyone else you’ve been with.”
Wow.
Her fingers splay over the back of my neck, making my skin tingle as she plants another soft kiss on my mouth.
Well, fuck me.
This girl could be completely out of her mind, but I can handle her. I’ve fucked crazy chicks before.
Who the fuck cares, moron! Shut up and fuck her!
She tries to open the door, even though it’s locked. My laughter echoes in the street, and she turns to me with a blush.
“Slow down, ma belle. You’ll taste my cock soon enough.”
When I finally approach my door, she slips between my arms. Her hot mouth descends over my neck and she unbuttons my dress shirt, and I know there won’t be any bullshit the moment we step through that door. No getting drinks or making boring small talk or watching a movie. We’ve barely said any words to each other, and I’m hard enough to pound nails. The keys miss the hole several times—it’s hard to concentrate when her hand’s on my dick and she keeps jerking me off through my slacks. Finally the door bursts open and her hands yank my coat, pulling me inside.
Normally I like to take control, but this is so fucking hot that I just let her. The door slams shut and silence descends over us, but it’s not awkward. It’s simmering.
Her eyes widen slightly as she stands in my apartment, suddenly looking vulnerable. My hips bump into hers, and I sweep back her hair from her face. A strange feeling clenches my heart when I look at her. I don’t understand it.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
A switch seems to flip inside her and her hands sweep off my coat. Then they latch over my belt and she pulls me forward, grinning.
“It’s my turn to fuck you the way I want, since I asked for it first.”
Actually I asked for it first, but I let her take control. I don’t know how long I’ll last—there won’t be anything in the world to stop me from throwing her over my kitchen table if she keeps teasing me.
I pull her close to me, the very smell of her hair arousing me. Everything about her makes it so fucking hard not to act out on my urges. “I can’t promise you that I’ll wait for my turn.”
Elena smirks in response and leads me into my living room, where there’s a large mirror. She drags a chair in front of the mirror and pushes me hard into it. It makes me laugh, but I pretend to stumble backward into it. She stands close enough for me to see the stitching of her clothes, and then she rips them off. I follow the hem of her shirt as she pulls it over her creamy-white skin, over the swell of her breasts, and then I watch her toss her head as the shirt sails into the air. A seductive smile spreads over her face as she slowly undoes the clasp of her bra. Fuck, she’s good at it. I feel as though I’m watching a professional strip show, except none of them ever made me this fucking hard in my life. The straps torturously fall down her arms one by one, and then the bra falls from her tits, which are big enough for me to lose myself in.