“Where are Jett and your brother?” His question is asked quickly and gruffly, against my lips.
I’m barely coherent enough to answer, but somehow, I manage to say, “Football match. Away game. Staying out overnight.”
He makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat.
Then, he’s kissing me again, harder, more aggressive. His hold on me tightens, and he thrusts his tongue in my mouth. The kiss is fueled with lust and anger.
I’ve never been kissed this way before.
And I love it.
God, he tastes good. And he smells good, too. A mixture of sweat and cars.
He smells exactly like a man should.
There are no words between us. Just hungry kissing, heavy breathing, and hot need.
His hand moves under my robe and trails up the outside of my thigh. As his fingers skim inward, I part my legs, letting him know that I want him there. When he finds me bare, he groans. His finger slides through my wetness.
He rests his forehead against mine. When I open my eyes, I find his on me, black and intense.
Then, he pushes his finger inside me. I let out a moan so loud that I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m too far gone with him to care.
His other hand opens the belt of my robe. He pushes the silk aside, revealing my body to him. His eyes go to my bare breasts. He lets out a total sound of appreciation that I feel as much as the finger inside me. His hand comes up, cupping my breast. Squeezing, he pinches my hard nipple between his thumb and finger.
My eyes close on the pleasure as he fingers me. Inserting another, he gets rougher, the heel of his hand rhythmically pressing against my clit.
I need him inside me.
I go for his clothes. Gripping the overalls, I pull the zipper the rest of the way and push the material down his hips.
His impatience gets the better of him, and he takes over. He pulls his wallet from his pocket and takes out a condom. Holding it between his teeth, he toes off his driving shoes. Then, he shoves his overalls down, kicking them off. The running shorts he’s wearing go and then his T-shirt.
Finally, he’s naked before me. Every inch of him is perfect.
He’s like a god in the purest sense of the word.
He removes the condom from between his teeth and tears the foil open.
I’m pretty sure I whimper with need.
He grins and then bites down on it, staring up at me through those long black lashes, and it might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never been this wet or this ready for a man in my life.
His hands go down to put the condom on, and my eyes immediately go with them. I stare unabashedly as he rolls the condom onto his impressive cock. And the girth.
Holy shit. I’m wondering if he’ll even fit.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.
But I’m desperate for him, trembling with need, so he has to fit, no matter what.
Condom on, he presses me back against the wall, and his mouth finds mine again.
In all this time, we haven’t said a single word to each other.
I feel like I need to say something, anything. “I ended things with Dan.” My words come out in a breathy rush.
His eyes darken, but he says nothing. His hands go under my thighs, lifting me, and without hesitation, he slams inside me in one swift move.
“Leandro!” I cry out.
But there are no words from him, no reprieve, no time to adjust to his size, because he starts fucking me like it’s all he’s ever needed.
Like I’m all he wants.
He’s stripped back to primal need, the urgency to fuck the only thing on his mind.
And I’ve never been so turned on in my whole life.
I wrap my legs around his waist. My fingernails score over his back. He groans and starts fucking me harder, nailing me to the wall. His mouth never leaving mine, he kisses me with an intense passion.
I’ve never been taken like this before, so, raw and intense and deep. He’s fucking me with an almost madness, and I want him just as fiercely.
In this moment, I feel like I belong to him, and him alone.
I can feel myself starting to rise toward climax as his cock hits that deep part of me, his hips slamming mercilessly against my clit.
“Leandro…” I moan. “I’m going to…come…”
Finally, he speaks, “Yes. Come, babe. Squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy.”
Pulling out to the tip, he slams into me, hard. That, and the sound of his voice, his words, send me free-falling over the edge, and I’m screaming to him and God and anyone else who might be listening.
“Fuck…India…” he grunts. “Porra, estou gozando…”
His head falls into the crook of my neck as I feel his cock pulsing inside me.
The sound of his mother language leaving his mouth while he’s coming inside me nearly sends me over the edge again.