glistening with cream. Spreading her open to his gaze, he pressed a finger to the exposed plump clit and pumped his hips again. Blood pounded in his head as the column of her sex clamped over him.
“ Damn , so fucking tight. Wrap your legs around me.”
Gripping her hips, he lifted her slight form off the table as her sleek thighs clenched around him, the change in position sinking him deeper inside her.
“Alex,” she moaned.
“You like that hard cock? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do, Holly. I’ll make it all better.” He pulled out then flexed back in deep, but slow, and stopped before he was seated to the hilt. Her hips bounced as she tried to urge him faster. He pinned her with a hand.
“Not going to work. Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it.”
Gripping her ass, he punished her with an inconsistent rhythm, sometimes working her down on him in long unhurried strokes, sometimes only inching her pussy over him in shallow thrusts.
“Oh my God. Oh Alex I—”
“Say it. Fucking say it.”
“Please.”
49
Chloe Cole
He increased his rhythm, but only a bit, teasing her.
“That’s not the right answer. What do you want me to do to you? Beg me to fuck you hard and it’s all yours.”
A sob shuddered through her and she broke before his eyes. “Yes, fuck me. God, please, fuck me hard.”
Elation soared through him and he let go, pounding into her, clutching her hips in his hands, working her over his dick faster and faster. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, the pulling heat of her sex sucking the breath from him.
She let out an incoherent cry then a keening wail as she came, the climax bowing her back, thrusting her full breasts into his face. Alex closed his eyes as her body gripped him like a fist and clamped down on him in waves. A shiver stole through him then he followed her over the edge, jerking and spurting as she clenched tight over his cock.
Holly slumped bonelessly over him, legs still wrapped around his hips, as Alex patted her bottom. She let her legs fall away from him until her feet touched the ground. The tiny kitchen was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and unspoken questions.
His voice was gruff as he spoke, releasing her. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to clean up. You can use the hall bathroom.”
She waited for him to leave the room before grabbing the edge of the table for support as she caught her breath. Her legs were still shaking.
As she tried to get her head around what just happened the shrill ring of a telephone interrupted her reverie. It continued to ring, then stopped. She scooped up the boxers and headed into the bathroom.
She washed up and the sensual fog that had clouded her mind began to clear, leaving behind a sinking feeling.
50
Naughty Godmother
What the hell had just happened? She hadn’t taught him that. Come to think of it, she hadn’t taught him anything. And the confident, take control, almost animal-like quality of their lovemaking this last time seemed like such a comfortable, natural fit for him. Could that really have been the first time he’d behaved that way with a woman?
Surely not.
She closed her eyes as a wave of nausea swamped her. Time to get to the bottom of this. Somehow, going out there exposed felt different than it had just a few minutes before so she donned the boxers again. She buttoned the shirt as best she could then tied it at the waist to compensate for the missing buttons. At least she wasn’t naked.
When she entered the bedroom, it was empty but a low voice came from behind the closed door of the master bathroom.
She knew she shouldn’t do it. It was a total invasion of his privacy, but the compulsion was too strong. She scurried into the kitchen and poured tap water into a shallow bowl. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her finger into the bowl and stirred.
Alex’s bathroom.
He was standing in the corner, talking in low tones on a cell phone.
“Yes, Alex
“ Damn , so fucking tight. Wrap your legs around me.”
Gripping her hips, he lifted her slight form off the table as her sleek thighs clenched around him, the change in position sinking him deeper inside her.
“Alex,” she moaned.
“You like that hard cock? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do, Holly. I’ll make it all better.” He pulled out then flexed back in deep, but slow, and stopped before he was seated to the hilt. Her hips bounced as she tried to urge him faster. He pinned her with a hand.
“Not going to work. Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it.”
Gripping her ass, he punished her with an inconsistent rhythm, sometimes working her down on him in long unhurried strokes, sometimes only inching her pussy over him in shallow thrusts.
“Oh my God. Oh Alex I—”
“Say it. Fucking say it.”
“Please.”
49
Chloe Cole
He increased his rhythm, but only a bit, teasing her.
“That’s not the right answer. What do you want me to do to you? Beg me to fuck you hard and it’s all yours.”
A sob shuddered through her and she broke before his eyes. “Yes, fuck me. God, please, fuck me hard.”
Elation soared through him and he let go, pounding into her, clutching her hips in his hands, working her over his dick faster and faster. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, the pulling heat of her sex sucking the breath from him.
She let out an incoherent cry then a keening wail as she came, the climax bowing her back, thrusting her full breasts into his face. Alex closed his eyes as her body gripped him like a fist and clamped down on him in waves. A shiver stole through him then he followed her over the edge, jerking and spurting as she clenched tight over his cock.
Holly slumped bonelessly over him, legs still wrapped around his hips, as Alex patted her bottom. She let her legs fall away from him until her feet touched the ground. The tiny kitchen was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and unspoken questions.
His voice was gruff as he spoke, releasing her. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to clean up. You can use the hall bathroom.”
She waited for him to leave the room before grabbing the edge of the table for support as she caught her breath. Her legs were still shaking.
As she tried to get her head around what just happened the shrill ring of a telephone interrupted her reverie. It continued to ring, then stopped. She scooped up the boxers and headed into the bathroom.
She washed up and the sensual fog that had clouded her mind began to clear, leaving behind a sinking feeling.
50
Naughty Godmother
What the hell had just happened? She hadn’t taught him that. Come to think of it, she hadn’t taught him anything. And the confident, take control, almost animal-like quality of their lovemaking this last time seemed like such a comfortable, natural fit for him. Could that really have been the first time he’d behaved that way with a woman?
Surely not.
She closed her eyes as a wave of nausea swamped her. Time to get to the bottom of this. Somehow, going out there exposed felt different than it had just a few minutes before so she donned the boxers again. She buttoned the shirt as best she could then tied it at the waist to compensate for the missing buttons. At least she wasn’t naked.
When she entered the bedroom, it was empty but a low voice came from behind the closed door of the master bathroom.
She knew she shouldn’t do it. It was a total invasion of his privacy, but the compulsion was too strong. She scurried into the kitchen and poured tap water into a shallow bowl. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her finger into the bowl and stirred.
Alex’s bathroom.
He was standing in the corner, talking in low tones on a cell phone.
“Yes, Alex
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