Page 11 of House Rules
As she faces me in nothing but a bra and high heels, looking like a sex kitten, I take a long moment to just drink in the sight, to memorize it so I can whack off to it when this weekend comes to an end. Her teeth rake over her bottom lip as I take my sweet time looking at her, and in turn she gazes the length of me, and a little gasp catches in her throat when she sees my cock hardening all over again. Yeah, that’s what she does to me.
“Turn,” I say.
She spins on those ridiculous high heels, her sweet ass aimed my way. I unhook her bra, let it fall to the floor, and slide my hands around her ribcage. I brush the underside of her breasts, then take her nipples between my fingers and rub. I nudge her a little, until her knees hit the bed.
“This ass,” I say. “It’s mine.” I pull my hand back, and with my fingers splayed wide, give a little slap. She gasps, and I rub the sting my big palm leaves behind. But when she wiggles, I whack her again, only this time I add a bit more strength.
“Yes,” she cries out.
I pull the tie from my shoulder and loop it around her hands again, a little tighter this time. I want her to know she’s restrained, that she’s my toy, under my command. She cries out in bliss, and I press my mouth to the shell of her ear. “That’s just the start of what you’re going to get for shaking your ass at me tonight.”
I push a knee between her legs and spread them wide, then nudge her forward until her shoulders are on the bed. I look at my handiwork, and when I see her ass in the air, her sweet pussy wide open, I nearly sob with pleasure.
I step back in to her and give her another slap, and she whispers my name. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. The second I taste her sweetness, pure lust fills me, and the need to bury myself in her balls deep strips away my ability to think with any sort of clarity. Lust provoking me, I probe her with my tongue, opening her up and exploring her deep. She pushes back, rubbing herself on my face, and my cock grows so hard a shudder races through me.
I steal a quick glance at her. Her upper body is moving, her breasts pushing against the soft bedding as her hair spills over her shoulders. Fuck, she’s sexy. Returning my focus to the heat between her legs, I lick her again and run circles around her swollen clit. I shove a finger into her, and her muscles quake. She’s so damn close, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I need a deeper, more thorough taste first.
It’s fucking insane how much I want her.
I pull my finger out and replace it with my tongue, licking and fucking her bare sex until she’s nothing but a quivering mess.
“Look at you, all hot and desperate to come,” I say, breathing the words over her pussy. I grip her thighs and squeeze, my fingers leaving little red marks as I widened her even more. Her pussy spreads open and I push two fingers inside. She bucks against me, and with my other hand I stroke her clit.
Jesus, she’s really something.
“Oh, yes,” she moans, and just like that, she comes all over me. I keep my fingers inside, giving her the length of them to clench down on, and once the tremors subside, I push my face between her legs. Honest to fuck, I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.
I grab my pants, pull out a condom, and quickly roll it on. With her ass still in the air, I hold her hips for leverage and push my cock into her. I drive in so hard and deep she gasps and grips the tie binding her hands. My heart misses a beat as I look at her, feel her squeeze around me.
Un-fucking-believable, and way better than any juvenile fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot and tight, Kitten. It feels so good around my cock that I might not ever take it out.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, and the sweet scent of her shampoo reaches my nose and damn near does me in. It’s all I can do to hang on. My heart thunders in my ears as I strive for a measure of control. What the fuck? I’ve never lost control before. I glance down to watch the way my cock slides in and out of her. I push and grind deep, then pull out again.
She begins to pant and rear back harder to meet my every thrust. As she moves with me, I grab one shoulder to hold her down and slip the other hand between her legs to stroke her clit. She whimpers and moves with me, pushing against me and massaging my cock with her tight pussy. Fuck, I could get used to this.
Careful, Sean, it’s just a weekend fling.
The second I apply more pressure to her clit, her muscles squeeze my cock so hard the room fades to black. “Fuck, yes,” I groan.
As her pleasure resonates through me, my cock throbs inside her, and on her last clench, I throw my head back and let go, wishing I didn’t have a damn condom on because I want all my cum inside her. I fall over her, lost in a fog of pleasure, and work to catch my breath as I ride out the pulses.
Talk about rocking my fucking world.
“Sean,” she whispers, and I shift to the side so I’m not crushing her. I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, and drop it into the waste can. Then I run my hand down her back, watching little goose bumps form as I free her hands. I roll her and catch a warm, sexy, sated look in her eyes when they meet mine. I might not be a religious man like my father, but as she looks at me, a miracle happens between my legs.
She bites her bottom lip and glances down at my cock with renewed interest. “Oh,” she says, her lashes fluttering innocently. With her hands free, she reaches out and gathers my hard appendage in her palms, stroking lightly as I grow.
“Yeah. Oh,” I respond, and reposition her in the bed. I fall over her, my hands going to her face as my mouth crashes down on hers again. The woman is fucking addictive, and I plan to have my way with her again—all weekend, really—even though we agreed on a one-shot deal. Now, how to convince her?
Chapter Five
Kennedy
Oh. My. God.
I’ve heard the term fucked silly before, but until last night, I had no idea what it meant. Now, I do, because instead of putting sugar in my coffee, I grabbed the salt packet and added it. But I don’t care that Sean fucked me senseless and I’m messing up the most menial task. Zero brain cells this morning is a small price for the three orgasms he gave me last night. Talk about epic sex. If only I could wipe the stupid smile off my face.
