CADE
Watching Summer fall apart in my arms is the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s perfect. And it feels like it was meant to be that she just got in my car. Nothing about her feels like a random hookup. But that’s crazy thinking.
I swipe the condom pack from the counter and unzip my pants. I’ve got my cock out and the condom rolled down in thirty seconds.
Her pretty eyes are watching me and I fucking love it.
“Bend over just a little and put your hands flat on the counter.” I press on her back just a little to get her in the right position. I run my hand across her pussy lips. I’m dying to get my mouth on her, but that’ll have to wait for later. Right now I feel like I’ll die if I’m not balls deep inside her.
“It’s been a while,” she says softly.
“What’s that, Sugar?”
“Since I’ve been intimate with anyone. It’s been a long time.”
“Your last man didn’t take care of you?”
“My last man said he respected me too much.”
I run my hand from her neck all the way down her spine then grip her ass. “Your body was made for loving. Sounds like that guy was an idiot. But I’ll go slow if you need me too. I’m not a small man.”
She reaches behind and her pale fingers wrap around my dick. Fucking condom. Even still her grip is tight and perfect.
“I don’t need you to go slow. Make me feel like a woman who’s wanted.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.” I line myself up at her entrance and tease my dick across her folds. “Because I want you.” I tilt my pelvis forward and slide inside. She’s so wet from her orgasm, that it’s not much of a struggle to push all the way. But she is really tight. “Fuck. You feel so perfect, Summer.”
I shift back, then plunge forward. She gasps and smacks her hands on the counter.
“Oh wow, that’s really good.”
She’s not wrong. It is so good. The way her hot tight channel caresses my cock as I thrust in and out. If I’m not careful I’m going to come before I’m ready.
I grip her hips.
“Harder, please.”
And I do as the lady wishes. Me slamming into her has her big tits swinging and it’s a damn sexy sight. This woman might ruin me.
“Oh, Cade, oh, fuck it’s so good. It’s never been this good. I…I…” Her eyes widen, then her pussy walls tighten on my dick as she cries out.
I wink at her. “G-spot.” And I’m not anywhere near being done. I keep one hand on her hip, and put the other up to her tit. They’re perfect. Pale, milky skin, big and lush—enough to fill my giant hands—with pale pink nipples. “Play with your clit.”
“What?”
“Put your hand between your legs and play with your clit.”
“I won’t be able to come again. I’ve already twice and that’s never happened before.”
“Sugar, trust me.”
She bites down on that bottom lip, but takes her right hand and slides it between her thighs. I know when she touches because she moans at the contact.
I want her to come one more time before I get mine. I can last. I’m a master at mind over matter. You don’t lose half a leg to an IED and learn to walk again with a prosthetic and not have some patience with your body.
“Oh God,” she pants.
“Keep circling that tight little clit. I can’t wait to suck that nub into my mouth. That’s it.” I can feel her pussy getting tighter and her noises are getting louder. She’s close and I’m ready to go over the edge with her.
I pinch her nipple and go faster, fucking her hard and deep.
“Yes!” She bangs her hand on the counter again and her back bows as she comes all over my cock. It’s enough to set me off.
It feels like the biggest orgasm of my life. I grip her hip tight as I hold myself inside her until my dick stops spasming.
We both gasp for air. Her chest is rising fast and she leans her head back against my chest. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.” I pull out of her and discard the condom in the trash can. Then zip myself back up. She’s got red fingerprints on her hip where I gripped her too hard. It’ll probably bruise. I move my hand softly over her marred skin. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
She spins around to face me and looking at her in the mirror was one thing, but head on, she’s incredible. She’s got a small patch of red curls at the top of her mound and then endless curves of pale, creamy skin.
“You were perfect.”
“You’re flawless,” she says.
And that’s when it hits me. Now I’ve got to either sleep in these wet slacks with my wet socks or I’m going to have to tell her—show her—that I’m the very antithesis of flawless. I’m not even a whole man.