Unexpected Fate(32)

I crush my lips against hers and help her ride out a few more rolls of her hips, pushing up against her to give her just enough friction to drive her insane, before pulling the door open and grabbing her hand.

“Last chance. Once I get you through that door, I guarantee I won’t be able to stop.”

“If you stop right now, Cohen Cage, I’m going to die.”

I laugh and bend at the waist, and with a shoulder to her belly, she’s up and over as I take off up the four flights of stairs as fast as I can with her giggles trailing behind us.





IT SHOULD BE SAID THAT I have fantasized about this moment for years. Right or wrong, it’s the cold, hard truth. I’ve wanted this woman in every way possible, and tonight, I will finally get to stop craving and take.

Dani Reid has been the spotlight of every jack-off session I’ve ever had. Recently, those sessions have gotten a lot more play. She’s consumed my mind. I keep picturing what color her nipples will be. How her pussy would glisten with her juices when I spread her legs wide. How it would taste to sink my tongue between those swollen lips. What kind of pussy would she have? Would it be bare? Maybe she would have a hint of that burnt-brunette hair I can’t wait to wrap around my fist when I’m pounding into her from behind.

Every single image I’ve made up in my mind pales in comparison to the real thing. Seeing her body spread out against my black sheets, every inch of her tan skin covered in a slight blush, which I know isn’t from embarrassment from being nude before me, but from her arousal. And Christ, the smell of her. When she stood before me and removed her clothing like she didn’t have a shred of inhibition, I almost swallowed my tongue. Then she laid herself down on my bed, spread her legs, and let me take my fill. That was when her scent—that mouthwatering smell of her arousal—hit my senses. I take another deep breath and groan when my mouth waters.

“I was going to take my time and enjoy every second of this, but if I don’t taste you right now, I’m going to go out of my mind. I need your pussy against my tongue and your come in my mouth. Tell me I can have you, Dani.” I lick my lips and wait for her to respond.

Her eyes darken, that beautiful light green turning an emerald shade, and she nods her head. “I think you’re a little overdressed though,” she says confidently.

I feel my cock grow painfully hard when I watch her hands grab her small tits and pinch her nipples. If it weren’t for the slight tremble in her hands, I would believe this fearless act.

“Baby, stop doing that or it’s going to be over before it starts.” I groan when she withers against the mattress. “God, that’s hot.”

Her eyes blaze. My words give her the push she needs. “Stop doing what?” she laughs. Then she trails one hand down her slim stomach and wastes no time dipping her middle finger into her core.

“Fucking hell,” I grunt, reaching for my belt.

Her eyes burn with need with each move my fingers make as I deftly remove my belt, pull my shirt over my head, and start unbuttoning each button on my jeans.

Slowly.

So achingly slowly.

So slowly that I can feel each second as if it were a drum beating through the room.

She continues to dip one finger in and out of her soaked pussy. Daring me with each thrust to take her, finish what she’s started. The hunger inside me is starting to take over, cloud my vision with one goal in mind.

Take.

Take and take until there isn’t anything left for her to give me.

Her eyes widen when I pull my cock out of my pants and let them fall down my legs before I kick them aside. Those beautiful eyes of hers move from my cock and up to meet my eyes. Once, twice, and one final time before her movements still and she throws her head back and laughs.

Laughing at my cock.

Never has that happened to me before.

I look down to make sure that nothing’s happened to him since I so carefully tucked him in this afternoon, but I don’t see anything standing out. Same thick, tan skin. Same groomed manscaping.

And then it hits me. I drop my head, and with a heat of embarrassment flushing over my already fevered skin, I know what is going through her head, and it’s just as funny as she thinks it is.

“You . . . Oh my God. You did it. Oh, wow,” she hoots, choking on her words from laughing so hard.

“Can’t say I’ve ever had a chick laugh at my cock before, Dani-girl.”

“Well, I’m not just any chick! It’s not my fault that . . . that . . . Jesus, Cohen, our parents tell stories about you always talking about that . . . well, THAT!” She finishes by pointing to my dick, which I’m still stroking even though she is basically laughing at the poor thing. “How many do you have, Cohen?”