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“But what about your—”

“Susie,” he said, looming over me. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to lay on my back on the bed and you’re going to be a good girl and ride me.”

“I’m going to be a good girl, huh?”

“Yes. My good girl.” His smile was all sorts of suggestive and so damn confident. “Strip, Princess.”

My knees went weak. It was the truth. There was approximately one male I trusted to take control and there he stood. My fingers fumbled over the buttons on my short-sleeve black shirt dress. I kicked off my sandals and let the dress float to the floor, leaving me in my underwear, a black lace balconette bra and matching hipster briefs.

“Fuck.” His voice was guttural. “Turn around. Show me.”

I turned slowly.

“Beautiful. Next time we fuck you’ll be wearing the designer heels for me. But for now, get on your knees.”

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Trust me, getting it up is not a problem.”

“That’s obvious,” I said to his tented short fronts. “But I meant muscle strain and bruised-ribs-wise.”

“I’m good. And I think we both need this.” He held out his good hand. “Yes or no, Susie?”

No need for words when actions would convey. I took his hand and lowered myself slowly to my knees. Guess I’d forgotten quite how impressive his dick was. Or it just looked bigger at this angle.

With all due care, I dragged his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. And all the while he stared down at me with that dark gaze. My nipples were so hard they hurt. The man could wind me up so tight with only a kiss and some words. While it was awesome, it wasn’t fair.

I took his cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it tightly and nuzzling him. The musky scent of him went straight to my head. My tongue traced the path of a vein. All the way back to the swollen head. Such soft skin over stone. I guided the crown into my mouth, licking and sucking. His hand slid over my head, taking my ponytail in a tight hold. With one hand I fondled his balls, while the other held firm to his length.

I teased the opening with the tip of my tongue before taking him as deep as I could. The noise he made when I sucked hard on the bulbous head was almost as good as when I dug my tongue into the dip of his frenulum. He tugged on my hair and swore up a storm. It was nice to be appreciated. It felt wondrous to make him feel good. And the way the muscles in his thighs flexed was nothing less than thrilling. The salty taste of his pre-cum...

“Stop,” he ordered. “Stand up.”

I gave his cock a parting kiss and did as asked. He cradled my face with his good hand and kissed me on the lips. What my day had been before this, no longer mattered. There was only here and now. And this moment was spectacular.

“That was very good, Susie.”

“I’m glad.”

“Now lose the lingerie.”

I undid the bra and dropped it to the floor and wiggled out of my panties. He pressed his body full length against my back. With the cast firmly against my stomach, he slid his other hand between my legs and cupped me.

“You’re wet,” he murmured.

“Can’t imagine how that happened.”

“Widen your stance.”

I did as told.

His teeth pressed into my shoulder as his fingertip trailed along the seam of my labia. Back and forth. A tremble worked its way through me. When he stuck two fingers and his thumb into his mouth and wet them...holy shit, that was hot. Men had done intimate things with me before. Though with Lars it was different. How tight he held me. The bite on my shoulder. His general intensity. I don’t know. And then he slid those fingers deep inside me and pressed on my clit with the pad of his thumb. He finger fucked me like a pro.

And then he stopped.

“Wait,” I whined. “Lars.”

“You come on me this time.” And he was so damn calm about it. Like denial was ever okay when it came to me and orgasms. But he just turned his back, walked into the bedroom, and lay down on the mattress. If it wasn’t for the hard-on pointing at the ceiling you would think he was about to take a nap. “Hurry up.”

“Bossy bastard.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Grab a condom,” he ordered.

With one hand tucked behind his head and his cast resting on his chest, he watched me. My skin turned to gooseflesh at the lust in his gaze. And I needed to remember to ask the man for nudes one of these days. Because even when battered he was beautiful. I grabbed the correct-sized condom out of the bedside drawer and carefully straddled his hips. The bruise on his side was still huge. I needed to be careful and keep my knees to myself. Once the wrapper was opened, I tossed it aside, and rolled the prophylactic down him with care.

Being on top was one of my favorite positions. What’s not to like? You get a great view and complete control, even if you do have to do all the work.

I took his cock in my hand and lined it up with my opening, sinking down on him nice and slowly. The feel of him filling me was wonderful. My pussy clenched and he hissed. The man was lucky I had strong thighs. Because I couldn’t place my hands on him for leverage. And he was so damn tall I couldn’t quite reach the bedhead. This would definitely count as a workout for my core.