Page 105 of Barron's Second Chance
Instant liquid gathered in her panties at his words.Fucking yes, please.
Instead of answering, Eden leaned down and licked the side of his face close to his ear. If she remembered correctly, it always made him want to -
Bingo. A shiver ran down his big frame, and she smiled against his cheek. Some things never change, even after seven years.
The jerk of the elevator stopping at her floor and the slow creak of the doors opening brought their heads up.
"Let's go," she ordered as she slid down his body, thankful that no one was waiting for the lift. As horny as she was, she didn't want their intimate acts on public display. At least, not where she lived.
She quickly swiped her card before pushing her door impatiently open, eager to get her hands back on Barron's body.
She gave a yelp of surprise when Barron picked her up by her hips, turned her around, and pinned her against her front door. She breathed deeply as her heavy-lidded eyes stared up at him. His eyes roamed her features as she took in his mussed hair and wet mouth - damp from her kiss. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes had a wild yet concentrated look about them.
"I didn't come over here to fuck you. But if that's where this is going, I need to know. Are you sure?" He gritted through a clenched jaw.
"Shut up," she mumbled as she grabbed at him again. Enough talking; she wanted her actions to give her consent.
Eden let out a huff of frustration when he pulled back again. "Baby, look at me," he demanded.
She set frustrated eyes at him. "How 'bout this: you fuck me until I say otherwise," she sassily snapped.
"You sure?"
"Argh! Barron just fucking fu- argh!"
He lifted her, bridal style, and started strolling further into her apartment. "Bedroom?" He growled.
She made a half motion with her hand towards the general direction of her room. Barron shouldered her door open before upending her on her bed.
She squealed as she bounced, coming up to rest on her elbows. Greedy eyes drank him in as he shredded his sweater off his shoulders. Determined eyes never left hers as he reached behind and pulled at the collar of his Henley, throwing that item of clothing carelessly aside.
Her mouth watered as she took in his bare torso for the first time in years. Barron wasn't overly muscled. He had an averagely fit, lean body - honed over years of playing soccer and keeping active. He had broad shoulders that led down to long sinewy arms and defined biceps. His stomach was flat with a delicious six-pack that her fingers itched to trace. His hips were lean with that familiar Adonis belt she had already gotten a sneak teaser of. Seeing it uncovered in all its glory was magnificent.
His hands went to the button of his jeans, so she automatically went to yank her hoodie off. He paused before he could lower his zip.
"Leave it," he demanded. "It's been seven years since I've removed your clothes. There's no fucking way I'm missing out on doing it again."
She grinned and leaned back again on her elbows. She gestured to him. "Works for me. Please, continue."
He pushed his jeans down, taking his boxer briefs with them. Her mouth dropped as his full, erect cock came into view. Do men's cocks grow bigger? In her limited knowledge of men as a teenager, she still knew that Barron was well endowed. Her aching pussy at the end of each sexual episode had clued her in. And sure, she had watched porn, so knew a huge cock when she saw one. But somehow, she didn't remember his dick beingthatbig.
Maybe if she put it in her mouth, she could test her theory. She could usually fit him into the back of her throat. Surely if she just -
"Where do you think you're going?"
She licked her lips. Her eyes glued on his weeping cock. "I just wanna -"
"You so much as breath on my dick, I'll end up coming all over your gorgeous face." He grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a few pumps. A cloudy pearl appeared out of the slit, and Eden whimpered. She fucking whimpered with the need to lick that little drop up.
Barron groaned; his face was tortured in pleasure. "Fuck, baby. Your little noises drive me crazy. You want this cock?"
She shot him a haughty look, frustrated with all the teasing even though his words sent shivers of thrill down her spine. And straight to her cunt.
"If you don't stop teasing me, I'm gonna take my dildo out and fuck it instead."
His hand paused mid-stroke before he groaned and kneeled on her bed. "I'm definitely gonna want to see that later. But right now, you ain't coming on any dick but mine. Artificial or otherwise."
He came over to her, grabbed her hoodie, and pulled it off her head. She was wearing a tight T-shirt that had ridden up, bunching around her flat midriff. She lay back against her bedspread, anticipation of what he would do next set her on edge and excited her.
