Page 68 of Bargaining

“Sean, on the other hand? I’m afraid good, honest, decent, hard-working Sean couldn’t give a single shiny fuck about Natalia. He was in that bar tonight because he wanted to get laid. Anyone would do.”

I adopted a scandalized tone. “Don’t tell me Sean’s a scoundrel?”

“He’s an absolute bastard. Always cutting corners and ripping people off. He just wants you for your body. For this juicy ass.”

He slapped my ass. The sound rang out loud in the bedroom.

I couldn’t help my laugh. “Juicy?”

“Yes. So fucking round and juicy. It drives him wild.”

He slapped it again, harder. The laugh died on my lips and turned into a moan at the tingling mix of pleasure and pain. His hands cupped my breasts.

“He wants you for these beautiful, bouncy tits.”

“Sean’s a boob man?” I should have known from all the times I’d caught Cole sneaking glances at my chest when we were younger.

“Yes, and he’s never seen better than these.” He squeezed my breasts, feeling their heavy weight in his palms. “He can’t believe his luck tonight.”

“But Sean must have had a lot of women?”

“Not as many as you’d think. None that has ever mattered. He’s always been too hung up on a woman from his past.”

I had no time to process that because he started playing with my clit, circling and pinching. It was still too sensitive from my orgasm. “Fuck. It’s too much. Please.”

“What about Natalia? Has she had many boyfriends?”

“A couple. Nothing serious.”

“Did she love any of them?”

“No. This isn’t the time. Sean never stops talking. I thought he wanted to get laid?”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back lightly, making my spine arch. With his hands under my chin, he forced my gaze up to meet his.

“He fixed your wall, didn’t he? You should talk to him with more respect.”

“You’re right.”

I turned around. He stood at the end of the bed, tall, naked, and confident. I’d imagined him like this many times, but no fantasy could do his sculpted masculinity justice.

I kneeled on the bed in front of him. “Sean deserves some gratitude for a job well done.”

With one hand gripping the base of his shaft, I took him into my mouth as far back as I could and worked him. His fingers wound into my hair, pulling it away from my face. A moan escaped his lips. I popped him out of my mouth and flicked the salty head of his cock with my tongue.

“I love to hear you moan.”

“Only for you.” He cupped my face and traced my cheekbone with his thumb. “So fucking beautiful on your knees.”

I worshipped him with my mouth and tongue, sucking and licking, tasting heat and salt. He reached around and circled my throbbing clit with his fingers. Pleasure shot straight to my core.

“Most of all, Sean wants to feel you like this, dripping and trembling.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper and he slipped a finger inside me. “He’s going to slide in right to the hilt and you’re going to take every inch.”

I popped him out of my mouth again. “Sean talks a good game.”

A lethal glint of humor flashed across his face. “You think he’s all talk?”

“I’m waiting to find out.”