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and try to stay still.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he groaned, “I want to come in you.”
“That can be arranged.” I hopped off of him.
I got a condom out of the bedside table (I’d bought some this week just for us) and ripped it open, putting it on him, rolling it slowly down, then flopped on my back on the bed.
He held me by my waist and scooted down. “I just want to make sure you’re wet,” he said, and he licked me. Now it was my turn to moan. “You are.”
Then he pulled me up by my waist as he rolled onto his back. “Ride me, make yourself come.”
I immediately climbed on to him, straddling his hips, and lowering myself on his big cock. I loved how I could control everything from this position—how fast, how deep, how much I bounced around. I explored. Then I decided to give him a show.
My perky breasts going up and down as I moved my body, I raised and lowered myself on his cock, enjoying the fullness, enjoying the pleasure, enjoying the thrilled look on his face. He reached out and fondled my breasts in his big hands roughly, but it felt so good. My hair fell in my face, my breathing increased, and his cock hit me in the right spot for the tightening to happen.
And then it did, and I came on top, all over Jake as he started moving his hips up into me, in rhythm with me as I crested over the waves of my orgasm.
Then it was his turn and I leaned down, eager to make him feel as good as I just did. I started running my body up and down the length of his. “Holy fuck, Lucy, that feels good.”
I kept at it, up and down, up and down, until he grabbed my hips and held me still as he thrust his hips up into me, his neck thrown back, his mouth open, as he came.
He looked like a Roman statue come to life when he did it.
After a moment, I collapsed onto his broad chest and he wrapped his arms around me, still connected at the root.
“Good morning,” I said, and he laughed.
After our breathing regulated, we got up, took a shower together, at which time he gave me two more orgasms, and ate breakfast. Then he excused himself to go to work.
“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” I asked as he stood in the open door, in between kisses. I wanted to feed him, to take care of him.
“I do, but I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”
“Okay, so I won’t make the chile relleno casserole yet,” I sassed.
“Probably best. But I like being asked.” And he kissed me one last time and closed the door behind him.
The romance writer in me loved my romantic weekend with my imperfect hero and wondered if it would stay that way.
“I have an appointment with Amelia Crowley,” I said to the receptionist, who sat at a desk at the front of the law firm. She looked like Pink, with short blonde hair. Tough, like she could bend me in half and break me. Muscular, like she spent all of her time at the gym. Her name plate said Neveah.
“I’ll tell Ms. Crowley you are here,” she said politely. “Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you.” I perched in a chair in the lobby. God, nerves. I dreaded being here. It wasn’t that it was a bad place. The law firm was nice, very Santa Barbara-ey, with the stucco walls and the red tile roof. But like going to the dentist or the doctor, it was better just to not have to go to a lawyer’s office at all.
The receptionist paged Amelia, and as I sat, a tall, handsome man in a dark blue suit strode through the lobby. My jaw flopped open as I recognized him.
“Jake?” I called, astonished.
“Lucy?” The look on his face said, what the ever loving fuck ? But then he went to seriously pissed in an instant. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”
The fuck? “I have an appointment with my lawyer. What are you doing here?”
“I am a lawyer. I work here.”
What? I was so confused. “I thought you were in advertising.”
“No.” His
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he groaned, “I want to come in you.”
“That can be arranged.” I hopped off of him.
I got a condom out of the bedside table (I’d bought some this week just for us) and ripped it open, putting it on him, rolling it slowly down, then flopped on my back on the bed.
He held me by my waist and scooted down. “I just want to make sure you’re wet,” he said, and he licked me. Now it was my turn to moan. “You are.”
Then he pulled me up by my waist as he rolled onto his back. “Ride me, make yourself come.”
I immediately climbed on to him, straddling his hips, and lowering myself on his big cock. I loved how I could control everything from this position—how fast, how deep, how much I bounced around. I explored. Then I decided to give him a show.
My perky breasts going up and down as I moved my body, I raised and lowered myself on his cock, enjoying the fullness, enjoying the pleasure, enjoying the thrilled look on his face. He reached out and fondled my breasts in his big hands roughly, but it felt so good. My hair fell in my face, my breathing increased, and his cock hit me in the right spot for the tightening to happen.
And then it did, and I came on top, all over Jake as he started moving his hips up into me, in rhythm with me as I crested over the waves of my orgasm.
Then it was his turn and I leaned down, eager to make him feel as good as I just did. I started running my body up and down the length of his. “Holy fuck, Lucy, that feels good.”
I kept at it, up and down, up and down, until he grabbed my hips and held me still as he thrust his hips up into me, his neck thrown back, his mouth open, as he came.
He looked like a Roman statue come to life when he did it.
After a moment, I collapsed onto his broad chest and he wrapped his arms around me, still connected at the root.
“Good morning,” I said, and he laughed.
After our breathing regulated, we got up, took a shower together, at which time he gave me two more orgasms, and ate breakfast. Then he excused himself to go to work.
“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” I asked as he stood in the open door, in between kisses. I wanted to feed him, to take care of him.
“I do, but I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”
“Okay, so I won’t make the chile relleno casserole yet,” I sassed.
“Probably best. But I like being asked.” And he kissed me one last time and closed the door behind him.
The romance writer in me loved my romantic weekend with my imperfect hero and wondered if it would stay that way.
“I have an appointment with Amelia Crowley,” I said to the receptionist, who sat at a desk at the front of the law firm. She looked like Pink, with short blonde hair. Tough, like she could bend me in half and break me. Muscular, like she spent all of her time at the gym. Her name plate said Neveah.
“I’ll tell Ms. Crowley you are here,” she said politely. “Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you.” I perched in a chair in the lobby. God, nerves. I dreaded being here. It wasn’t that it was a bad place. The law firm was nice, very Santa Barbara-ey, with the stucco walls and the red tile roof. But like going to the dentist or the doctor, it was better just to not have to go to a lawyer’s office at all.
The receptionist paged Amelia, and as I sat, a tall, handsome man in a dark blue suit strode through the lobby. My jaw flopped open as I recognized him.
“Jake?” I called, astonished.
“Lucy?” The look on his face said, what the ever loving fuck ? But then he went to seriously pissed in an instant. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”
The fuck? “I have an appointment with my lawyer. What are you doing here?”
“I am a lawyer. I work here.”
What? I was so confused. “I thought you were in advertising.”
“No.” His
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