No Boundaries(32)

“Don’t you break a rule,” I warned.

“Or what?” she taunted.

“Or else you’ll have to bend over the bed and wait for me.”

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The straps fell from her shoulders. She let the pink tip forward, exposing her tits.

“It’s hard to learn so many rules at once.” She sashayed from the couch. “But maybe with a little encouragement I’ll be better at it tomorrow night.” She looked at me wickedly over her shoulder.

“Now it’s not just bending over. You’re not listening, baby. I want your legs spread wide. By the time I get there, your fingers better be coated in your sweet honey. I’m going to lick every finger and make sure.”

She whimpered as she hit the bedroom door. She closed it behind her and I reached down to soothe my cock for a second.

I was exhausted after the game. Exhausted after fucking all night. But Julie brought out a new energy in me. A hunger that couldn’t be fed. A thirst she couldn’t quench until I was buried inside her. Until I saw that look in her eye. Until I thrust my cock deep inside her and felt her come on me over and over.

I downed the rest of the wine and rose from the couch, stretching my legs. I took my time turning off the fireplace and turning off the kitchen lights.

I hesitated outside of the door and almost broke through it when I heard her whimpers coming from inside. There was just enough light that I could see her hips jutting forward as her fingers dipped in and out of her.

I locked the door behind me, dropped my jeans, and peeled the shirt off my head.

“Oh, baby.” I walked toward her.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it?” Her face rushed with ecstasy as her fingers dove between her legs. Her head rocked back and I inhaled sharply when I saw her beautiful fingers massage her clit before being sucked inside her.

“You have no fucking clue how much. I could watch you fuck yourself all night. Or I could do it myself.”





26





Julie





What was happening to me? I had become some kind of sexual goddess I didn’t recognize. I never did shit like this. Definitely not in front of a man. But I couldn’t stop. Hawk opened his mouth to tell me what to do, and I did it.

And it was all pure pleasure. Fucking erotic pleasure I didn’t know existed until I met this man. Maybe that was why I took the stupid job at Catch. I thought I needed money, but really what I needed was this man.

A man who could free the sexual hellcat in me. A woman who had always been buried under my skin, but I didn’t know how to let her out. With him, it was as natural as breathing and holy shit, it felt so good.

Hawk climbed on the bed in front of me. I expected him to come up behind me and take me. I loved his cock like that. I loved the heaviness of his body on me. His breath on my neck. But instead, he stroked his cock while I moved my fingers in and out of my swollen pussy. And damn it, I liked it.

“Fuck me, Julie,” he ordered.

I looked up. “Anything you want.”

“I want you to climb on me and ride me so hard you think we’ll both pass out. Fuck me, your way.”

He grabbed one of my hands, sucking my fingers into his mouth before urging me onto the bed. I was drawn to his shaft like a magnet. I kicked one leg over his waist and as his hands gripped me, he jostled me downward until I was speared by the width of his cock.

“Oh shit,” I whispered. My tits jutted forward. And I lost my senses. I rode hard. I rode fast. I bucked and gyrated. I found a rhythm spurred by the deep quickening in my core. I wanted an earth-shattering orgasm, but I wanted to make him come too. I wasn’t coming without him.

His fingers dug into my ass and I knew I had him. I knew he couldn’t hold off either.

His jaw clenched. His body tensed. And then he jetted his release inside me as the orgasm shattered around me. My muffled cries escaped softly as I lowered myself to his chest.

“Fuck, baby.”

I nodded sleepily.

He stayed inside me, but I could feel the hot stickiness slide between my legs. “Don’t move,” I begged. “Let me fall asleep with you inside me. Is that ok?”

He growled lowly, and I knew he felt it too. We had fallen off the cliff together and there was no going back.



I looked at the faces of my students. Hunter sat in the back of the classroom. His hair was combed today and he was smudge-free. I smiled, knowing it was because I had made him soak extra long in the tub before school.

Hawk had made him special pancakes shaped like footballs. And he had the best lunch of any child here. Not that I was bragging, but we had done everything we could to make sure his Monday was the best start to the week.

I was worried he would fall back into that slump of depression again. But so far he seemed bright-eyed and excited about the day.