He stared straight ahead and ignored us both. “I’m not hungry. But thank you anyway.”
I didn’t see Coen for the rest of the night. We went to bed a few hours after dinner and lay together in the darkness, enjoying our privacy but always aware there was someone else in the penthouse.
She snuggled into my side and rested her head on my chest, her hair cascading across my warm skin. Everything about her was soft, from her strands of hair to her petal-like skin. She always smelled like her perfume first thing in the morning, but as the day wore on, she started to smell like me.
I’d been eager for sex all day, but now that we were alone together, my thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. I knew the situation with Simone wasn’t over. She was willing to do anything to get Coen’s wealth, so what would she do when everything backfired in her face? She wouldn’t go down without a fight. She couldn’t be angry at Coen because he’d been too stupid to fight back. I was the one who’d thwarted her genius plan, so she would come after me with a vengeance.
But I wasn’t afraid.
She would be a pain in the ass, but I wouldn’t let her control my life. She could tell the world I paid for sex, virgins specifically, and perhaps that would ruin my reputation forever. But anyone could make a comeback from anything, and I would do the same.
I just hoped Monroe didn’t get dragged into it.
“I can tell you’re stressed.” Her hand moved over my beating heart.
“Not stressed. Just annoyed.”
“Because of Simone?”
I nodded. “I have a feeling the road ahead will be treacherous.”
“But the road will eventually reach a dead end—and it’ll be over.”
“Yes…true.” Once Simone told the world the truth, she would have nothing else to fight with. She would eventually have to give up and move on with her life. If I had to take a leave of absence from the company and work from home, that would be fine. I had everything I needed here anyway.
She rubbed her hand against my chest then climbed on top of my body. “Well, I’m not stressed…and I’m not fulfilled either.” She straddled my hips and pressed her hands against my shoulders.
“Then let me fulfill you.” My hand moved between her legs, and I rubbed her clit the way she liked, in circles with intense pressure. The second we were connected, her hips thrust forward and she moaned at the sensual contact. My fingers slipped inside her and felt the moisture that had already accumulated long before I touched her. She must have lain in the dark waiting for me to get on top of her. When I didn’t, she took matters into her own hands.
That was sexy.
My cock was hard in just a few seconds, so I pressed my head against her entrance then dragged her hips back, guiding her down my length until she had all of me. She sat right on my lap, breathing hard as she felt every single inch of my dick deep inside her. She tensed noticeably, like the entire thing hurt her but she wasn’t going to complain.
“You want me on top, Cherry?” I liked watching her ride my dick nice and slow, but I knew she liked lying there while I did all the work. I didn’t care if she wanted to be lazy or selfish because fucking her was the most enjoyable experience of my life. I would gladly work up a sweat to fuck her.
“I get a choice?”
“Always.” My hands palmed her nice tits and squeezed them hard. “You want me on top of you? You want me to fuck you the way you like?”
She gripped my wrists as I fondled her tits. “Please.” She rocked her hips back and forth, moving me while I was inside her tight cunt.
I rolled her to her back and pinned her legs back with my arms. I was already buried deep inside her, sheathed by her soaking arousal and profound tightness. I could stay still and enjoy it all night, just the feeling of her incredible cunt. Every time I fucked her, it still felt like the first time, as if she were a sexy virgin who needed to be stretched. I held my face above hers, her beautiful body contorted into the perfect position for me to fuck her. With her knees tucked into her waist and her sexy tits in my face, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever taken. I’d never fucked the same woman so many times. Even with Simone, I wasn’t as sexually awake. Monroe was the only woman who made me feel like a teenager, like every screw simply wasn’t enough. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Cherry.” I pressed my forehead against hers and made good on my word.