more? Why’d he have to crawl through her window? It was ridiculous to suffer the kind of feelings she was already having about the guy. It was beyond pathetic that she was so easily swayed by a pretty face, a rock-hard body and a great cock. But facts were facts, why fight it? She’d spent her entire life looking into windows from the outside, wishing her life was half as exciting as anyone else’s and she’d finally gotten her wish. It was her time now, which meant stop being so cautious and timid about everything and grab life by the balls ! Or as luck would have it…grab Bronx by the balls and accept whatever he was offering. Here goes nothing… She smiled up at him with her most beguiling grin and said, “My next assignment isn’t due until tomorrow morning…would you like to spend the rest of the day completely obliterating my virginity?”
His answering grin bordered on predatory as he asked, “You sure about that? There’s no turning back if you say yes.”
“I don’t want to turn back. I want to go forward,” she replied with complete honesty. The time was past for regret about anything that’d happened with Bronx thus far and not that it didn’t have the potential of biting her in the ass later, but she was going to live in the moment and the moment was all about being naked with a guy she would dream about for the rest of her life. She shut off the water and, casting a coy look over her shoulder, stepped free of the shower, grabbing a towel as she went, saying, “We have a full pack of condoms…let’s see how quickly we can empty the box.”
-5-
Obliterating Delainey’s virginity had to be the most tantalizing offer he’d ever been given but his conscience — weak as it may be — realized she probably didn’t know what she was offering. “You’re cute, kid,” he told her, tweaking her exposed nipple and causing her to giggle. “But you should take it easy. Your first time shouldn’t be as rough as that, you know? Are you sore?”
She glanced at him shyly, nodding but protested, “Just a little. I promise, I’m fine.”
“Oh, you’re fine all right, but that’s not the point,” he said, his dick ready for action even though his brain tried to shut it down by picturing grannies and puppies and anything else he could possibly manufacture to calm the arousal rushing his veins. He’d fucked around with a lot of women — hell, more than he could possibly count or remember — but right now, all he saw was Delainey. Her skin, glistening from the shower where the towel had missed, her wet hair dragging along her collarbone, leaving a damp trail where his mouth wanted to follow — everything about her was inadvertently sexy. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. Your body needs to recover.”
At that her mouth firmed and he was drawn to that sensual pout, somehow knowing that she was about to become difficult and he was piqued by her innate fire and sass. “I never knew bad boys to be so sensitive,” she said, pulling her hair into a messy knot on top of her head. Great, he wanted to groan. Now she looked like something peeled from the pages of an art book, all milky curves and smoking sexuality. He was trying to do the right thing, damn it, and she was making it ten times harder! “Delainey—“
“Call me, Dee,” she instructed him with a sweet smile as she walked toward him.
“That’s what your friends call you,” he countered gruffly, suspicious of that mischievous glint in her eyes. “We’re not friends.”
She went to her knees before him, pinning him with an innocent look that killed him. “Then what are we?” And then that vixen opened her mouth and took his cock, her clever tongue darting and tasting, experimenting and his knees threatened to buckle.
“What are you doing?” he managed to ask, even as his hands went to her head, grasping it tenderly, rocking gently against her mouth. “Good God, woman…” It was the experimental little sucks
His answering grin bordered on predatory as he asked, “You sure about that? There’s no turning back if you say yes.”
“I don’t want to turn back. I want to go forward,” she replied with complete honesty. The time was past for regret about anything that’d happened with Bronx thus far and not that it didn’t have the potential of biting her in the ass later, but she was going to live in the moment and the moment was all about being naked with a guy she would dream about for the rest of her life. She shut off the water and, casting a coy look over her shoulder, stepped free of the shower, grabbing a towel as she went, saying, “We have a full pack of condoms…let’s see how quickly we can empty the box.”
-5-
Obliterating Delainey’s virginity had to be the most tantalizing offer he’d ever been given but his conscience — weak as it may be — realized she probably didn’t know what she was offering. “You’re cute, kid,” he told her, tweaking her exposed nipple and causing her to giggle. “But you should take it easy. Your first time shouldn’t be as rough as that, you know? Are you sore?”
She glanced at him shyly, nodding but protested, “Just a little. I promise, I’m fine.”
“Oh, you’re fine all right, but that’s not the point,” he said, his dick ready for action even though his brain tried to shut it down by picturing grannies and puppies and anything else he could possibly manufacture to calm the arousal rushing his veins. He’d fucked around with a lot of women — hell, more than he could possibly count or remember — but right now, all he saw was Delainey. Her skin, glistening from the shower where the towel had missed, her wet hair dragging along her collarbone, leaving a damp trail where his mouth wanted to follow — everything about her was inadvertently sexy. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. Your body needs to recover.”
At that her mouth firmed and he was drawn to that sensual pout, somehow knowing that she was about to become difficult and he was piqued by her innate fire and sass. “I never knew bad boys to be so sensitive,” she said, pulling her hair into a messy knot on top of her head. Great, he wanted to groan. Now she looked like something peeled from the pages of an art book, all milky curves and smoking sexuality. He was trying to do the right thing, damn it, and she was making it ten times harder! “Delainey—“
“Call me, Dee,” she instructed him with a sweet smile as she walked toward him.
“That’s what your friends call you,” he countered gruffly, suspicious of that mischievous glint in her eyes. “We’re not friends.”
She went to her knees before him, pinning him with an innocent look that killed him. “Then what are we?” And then that vixen opened her mouth and took his cock, her clever tongue darting and tasting, experimenting and his knees threatened to buckle.
“What are you doing?” he managed to ask, even as his hands went to her head, grasping it tenderly, rocking gently against her mouth. “Good God, woman…” It was the experimental little sucks
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