I undressed in front of her, slowly dropping everything with a thud on the rug. I kicked my shoes and yanked off my socks, keeping my eyes trained on her the entire time. I watched her lips part with a deep breath, her tongue peeking out slightly. When my cock came into view, she bit her bottom lip.
She was better than any submissive I’d ever had.
I crawled up the bed and started slow, kissing the inside of her knees and moving up slowly. Her black dress was still on, so my hands shoved her knees to her waist. My lips migrated, the scruff from my chin rubbing against the delicate area.
She yanked on the tie automatically, wanting to dig her fingers into my hair.
I pressed warm kisses against her cotton panties, moving over the fabric covering her throbbing clit. I deepened the kisses, soaking her underwear with my saliva as well as her own lubrication. Her legs widened and tensed as she rolled her head back, enjoying every second of what I was doing to her. A moan escaped her lips, a hint of my name on her tongue.
I’d had enough of the foreplay. This woman wanted me all the time, so it wasn’t necessary. I just did it to tease her—and to tease myself.
I pulled her panties off and tossed them on top of my boxers. Then I moved between her legs, my cock rubbing against her slick pussy. I wanted to turn her over and smack her ass until it was red. My palm ached when I resisted the urge.
I positioned my face over hers, seeing her lips part in desperation for a kiss. Her elbows were next to her temples, and her nipples pointed toward the ceiling. I widened her legs with my arms, pinning her knees against her ribs. I wanted to fuck her hard, to take her like the prisoner she was. I wanted to give her so much of my cock she winced in pain. I wanted to make her cry from both pain and pleasure. And most of all, I wanted to hurt her.
But I wouldn’t—for now.
I pressed my face close to hers but didn’t kiss her, wanting to tease her as long as possible. My cock rubbed against her wet entrance, my length coated in her lubrication. I never had trouble getting a woman wet, but I’d never made a woman as wet as Rome. “You want me to fuck you, Vanilla?”
“Yes.” She pulled on the tie, her hands going nowhere.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, pressing my steel length against her clit. I applied pressure and ground against her throbbing nub, making her move her hips back into me, moaning at the same time.
“Fuck me, Calloway,” she whispered. “Please.”
Fuck. Nothing hotter than a beautiful woman begging to be fucked.
“You want me to fuck you hard, Vanilla?”
“So hard that you can’t call me Vanilla anymore.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and my cock twitched in response. She said a lot of sexy things, but that had to be a top pick for me. Sometimes she walked in the shadows with me, being one with the darkness. It made me feel less alone, like I could have everything I wanted with this innocent woman.
I meant to tease her, but she somehow teased me. I slipped my cock inside her, pushing through her tight wetness until I was completely buried. I was balls deep, implanted deep in her channel where no man had ever gone before.
I looked down at her, seeing her hard nipples and red chest, her beautiful brown hair cascading across the pillow, and my cock buried deep inside her pussy. Her hands were pinned above her head, her fair skin flawless.
I wanted this moment to last forever.
The second I started to move inside her, I wanted to come. I wanted to pound as much come inside her as possible, filling her to the brim like every other night. But something felt different tonight.
My fingers dug into the muscles of her thighs, and I listened to her deep breathing. Her tits moved toward the sky with every breath, her nipples begging to be pinched between my forefinger and thumb. Missionary was my least favorite position, but she made it the most erotic experience of my life.
I slid through her wet channel, feeling her intimately. My cock was in heaven and never wanted to leave, welcomed by her warmth. I’d never gotten so much pleasure from fucking other women. I didn’t know if it was because Rome was a virgin, because she was exceptionally beautiful, or because she could slap like a boss. But whatever it was, it got my engine going.
My hips rocked gently into her, but then they developed a mind of their own. They began to thrust hard, fucking her with speed and agility. The headboard tapped against the wall rhythmically.