Page 21 of Wicked Design
He rolled his shoulders then slipped the button through its slit. Silky hairs trailed beneath the waistband. She made fists to keep from ripping off his jeans. Once he had his zipper down, the edges fell away, revealing dark blue underwear. Had to be boxer briefs. He was too cool to wear anything else.
He slanted a look. “Ready for more?”
“Break out the popcorn. Give me a show.”
He ran his thumb beneath the stretchy waistband.
“Uh-uh. You’re going too slow.” On her feet, she gripped his clothes and tugged them down, ignoring whatever he muttered.
His cock jumped out. Hard and proud. Thick veins dashed down his length. By her guestimate, he was longer than most guys. His rod looked freaking enormous, its root nested in dark brown curls, his balls meaty and plump, the skin ruddy.
His musk enveloped her. Wasn’t enough. She sank to her knees and buried her face in his thatch.
He swayed. “Hey.”
“Come in my mouth, please.” She licked his smooth crown.
He twisted to get away. “Not yet.”
She followed, turning a tight circle with him, her knees tapping the floor. “Why?”
He fell on the bed and put out his hand. “Later, okay? Right now, I’d like to be inside you.”
“My mouth is inside.”
“Wrong end.”
“You can use my ass later.”
He fought his clothes, the comforter, and her, then finally rolled to the footboard. “I need to undress.”
He tossed his sandals across the room. His jeans and underwear sailed over her head, hit the wall, and fell on her shoulder.
She threw them on the floor.
“Condoms.” He pushed out his hand.
She pressed the packets to her chest. “Let me put one on you.”
“Do it quick. My balls are ready to explode.”
They couldn’t have been redder if she’d kicked them. His cock looked bruised, too, the skin stretched so tight it shone. “It’ll take only a sec.”
She ripped the packet too hard. The rubber fell out and landed on her foot.
“I have it.” He reached for the condom at the same time she did.
The thing slipped through their fingers and hit a Castillo’s bag, then plopped on the floor.
“You can do the next one.” He tore the new packet better than a seasoned porn star, rolled the rubber down his length, and pushed to his knees.
His hairy thighs and tight nuts chased away everything except a primal urge to join him in a timeless carnal dance.
She fell back and lifted her legs, offering herself to him as a shelter, a home. “Ride me hard. Make me scream.”
“If you get louder than the music that might bring your landlady or the cops here.”
She’d forgotten about Alice and the open windows. “To hell with them. This is our night.”
He gave her a soft yet promising smile. “Not yet, but it will be.” After running his crown down her slit, he entered her in one powerful thrust, stretching her as she’d never been stretched.
Her mouth fell open.
He filled it with his tongue and pumped. Their curls touched.
