Playing Hard to Get(77)

She shifts against me, her ass practically resting on top of my dick, and this time, I let the groan out. “Not too bad,” she admits.

I thrust against her nice and slow. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

Bending her head forward, a soft sigh escapes her when I reach around her, my fingers sinking into her soaked pussy. “Okay.”

Okay. Like I asked her if she wanted to go to lunch. This woman…

I grab one of the condoms I left on top of my nightstand last night and tear into it, pulling away slightly so I can roll it on. I reposition myself, reaching for her chin, so I can turn her head to face me, but she pulls out of my touch.

“No kissing.”

I’m frowning. “Why the fuck not?”

“Morning breath,” she admits, her voice low.

“Ah.” Yeah, I’m not going to brush my teeth. Not when my cock is hard and aching and she’s wet and ready for me. “No kissing then. I can handle it.”

I decide to make her feel pleasure in every other way. My hands wander all over her body as I nudge my cock against her ass. She lifts her thigh up and I bat away the sheets, wanting to see this in the early morning light.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. So much creamy skin on display. All of those curves. The little tattoo on the back of her thigh. I trace my finger over it, just before I plunge my finger inside that tight heat again.

She pushes her ass back against my finger like she needs to be filled, and I fuck her with it for a while. Watching in fascination as her juices drench me.

Damn. I can’t take it anymore.

“Roll onto your stomach,” I demand, and she does what I say without protest.

I rise up on my knees, my hand on her hip, pulling her up with me, until she’s on her knees as well, her ass in the air as she swings it back and forth like she’s trying to tempt me.

Well, it worked.

I tease her entrance with my finger, tracing the tiny hole before I slip my finger back inside her. She’s already panting, her head hanging down, her ass shifting, and I remove my finger, making her moan in protest.

Replacing it with my cock only seconds later.

Carefully, I feed it inside her, inch by inch, stretching her wide. She takes me without any issues, her knees spreading wider as she tilts her ass up, until I’m fully inside her. I stare at where we’re connected, brushing her pussy where my cock fills her, making her tremble.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

“Too much?” I flick my gaze to her and she glances at me from over her shoulder, her hair hanging over one eye, looking sexy as fuck.

“Just right,” she admits, a gasp leaving her when I start to pull out.

I keep up the slow but steady pace, pulling out of her before I push all the way in. She’s rocking against me, her tits swaying, her breaths coming faster and faster. When I increase my pace, she drops to the mattress, clutching the pillow in front of her, a whimper leaving her every time I thrust.

Damn, it’s like I never want to stop fucking her.

Grasping her hips, I plunge inside her again and again, my heart pounding so hard, I try to match its rhythm. She’s crying out, her pussy gripping me tightly, strangling the orgasm straight out of me until I’m shouting.

Without thought, I pull out of her, yank the condom off and come all over her pretty ass. Like we’re starring in our own personal porn video.

My chest aches as I stare at her while she stays in position, her pink pussy glistening with my dripping cum. Reaching out, I smear it all over her. Even her asshole. She jolts when I touch her there, and I do it again, testing her.

She moans low in her throat.

“Anyone ever touch you here before?” My voice is so low, I almost can’t hear it.

“No,” she admits, her voice just as low.

“I’m gonna make it mine.” The words leave me without thought. “Just letting you know.”

I stretch out beside her on the bed and she turns her head so she’s facing me. Her entire body is coated in a rosy flush, her sparkling eyes meeting mine and I kiss her, forgetting all about her earlier morning breath complaints.

Joanna pulls away quickly. “I’m sure I taste awful.”

“Jo Jo.” I cup her cheek, staring at her like a lovestruck fool. I can feel how dopey I look, and I just don’t give a damn. “You could never.”





TWENTY-NINE





JOANNA





“Okay, I’m sick of this.”

I jump when Leon slams a stack of books on the counter, my head whipping toward him. He’s standing right next to me, a dark scowl on his face, and I angle my body more toward his, concerned.

“What’s wrong?” I haven’t worked as much as usual at the bookstore, so I don’t know what’s going on around here like I normally do. And that’s only because I’ve been busy with school and my tutoring job, though there is a natural slowdown at the store, thanks to being halfway through the semester.

Oh, and then there’s Knox.

It’s been a month since the first time we had actual sex and I’ve seen him on an almost daily basis. At first, we were sneaking around, trying not to get caught by Derek, but eventually, Knox couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck it, I lose. I lost a while ago, and I don’t care. I’m giving him the cash,” he’d told me one night after an extremely passionate encounter that involved the two of us in the shower until the water started running cold.