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Monroe hums a song against my lips as we kiss in the elevator on the way to her apartment. She even humps my leg to the song’s beat. She must reach the chorus when the doors open, explaining why she shimmies and shakes her sexy ass down the hallway.
“I can’t wait to get you naked,” she murmurs as we step inside her apartment. “I’ve noticed many curves on your fine body. I’m looking to nibble on these two sweet cheeks,” she says, reaching around to cup my ass.
“You’re too pushy. I need to be romanced, Monroe.”
A leisurely smile warms her face. Monroe winks at me and begins to dance around the room to what I assume is another song playing in her head. I shut the door and wonder what her devious grin means.
Soon, she appears from the kitchen, wearing only her T-shirt and panties. In her hand is a pink carnation.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” she says, imitating what men have told her before. “So sexy and sweet. Can’t I get just a taste?”
“I don’t know. I mean, what if you don’t respect me in the morning?” I ask, batting my lashes as I toss my jacket on the chair. “I don’t want you thinking I’m easy.”
“Baby,” she says, leveling her dark-eyed gaze on me, “I still remember how you tasted. How you felt in my mouth, the length of you in my hands. Don’t you know how crazy you make me? How bad I need you? No one makes me feel like you do, sweetheart. Now, stop fretting and shake that pretty ass for me.”
I look down at my carnation and glance at the couch where Monroe was first introduced to my dick. “I feel myself blushing.”
“That’s okay, sugar,” she says, stroking my cheek. “You’re just nervous about how good we make each other feel.”
Monroe aces her lame guy shtick. Just until she forgets to be the man and starts swaying like no self-respecting dude would. Her arms lift over her head, and she shimmies her hips for my approval.
“How many men have made you feel really good?” I ask, tugging off my shirt and tossing it next to my jacket.
Monroe’s eyes widen at the sight of me shirtless. Her gaze is literally fucking me at this point. Then, she focuses on my hidden yet hard dick. “Just you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Those other boys lacked the finesse to make me wet,” she says, giving her full lips a little lick with anticipation. “They wanted my pussy to make them feel good. Never once did they worry if I got off.”
“I care.”
Monroe’s breathing shifts as her gaze holds mine. “You’re like no one I’ve ever known, Conor. That’s not a pickup line. It’s the real deal. I’m never certain how you’ll react. Makes life exciting, you know?”
Sliding my fingers into her thick hair, I confess, “And you’re like no woman I’ve known. I either get the good girls who want to tame me or the bad girls who want to shame me for not being a badass twenty-four seven. I’m never enough.”
“Those relationships had to flop, so you’d be free to fall for me,” she says, smiling with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing a man is sporting a boner with her name on it.
My fingers caress her perfect face, only for her to back away. “We’ve put too much pressure on tonight,” she says, suddenly panicked. “How can our fuck live up to the fantasy we’ve spun for ourselves?”
“Then, it’s a big dud,” I murmur while giving her nipples a gentle tug through her shirt. “We’ll lower our expectations and fuck again.”
“Can life really be that easy?” she asks, sounding timid despite her hand now cupping my balls.
“Fuck yeah, it can.”
Smiling softly, Monroe nearly tears open my jeans before I seize her hands in mine.
“Though I’m turned on by your horniest man alive impression, I insist on taking control here.”
Smirking, Monroe shrugs. “I can’t read you, Conor. When you watch me, I don’t know if you’re playing hard to get or planning to jump on me like a wild dog.”
“Well, I’m spelling it out, then,” I say and wrap her in my arms. “You get to act silly while I’m the big strong man bossing you around.”
“Swoon,” she sighs and nuzzles my chest with her lips. “I want to explore your body.”
“Not now. My dick is too hard for you to play Magellan. Let’s get you wet and let me bang one out quick.”
“Bang one out,” she says, breaking free and taking off running for her bedroom. “Good news, I’m still wet from the dirty thoughts I had on the ride here.”
I find a shirtless Monroe bouncing on her bed. When she throws her bra at me, I consider using it to tie her down. After all, I get the weird impression she might run again.
“Promise I can kiss every inch of your body after our first bang,” she says, pressing her bare chest against mine.
Smiling softly, I love how she no longer hides from me. For weeks, I’ve wondered what went on in her head. Now, I look in her eyes and understand exactly how she feels—horny. Monroe just wants to fuck. No discussions about what will happen tomorrow. She wants to feel good, and I’m the only man who’s ever made her come. Monroe can literally get her body revving just by looking at me.
“You impress me,” she says, cupping my face and staring into my eyes. “Few people do. I come from the land of cheese and sauerkraut. Nothing about my life is particularly exciting. But I look at you, and my heart beats too fast. Now, I’m talking too much. Please, kiss me, fuck me, silence me.”
My grinning lips press against hers, shutting her up as my hands cup her soft full tits. Hard nipples tease my palms.
“I don’t even know where to begin,” I murmur when our lips part long enough for me to feast on the sight of tanned tits. “Did you sunbathe topless?”
Monroe looks down at where my hands squeeze. Then, her gaze travels to my face, and she smiles.
“I sat up on the rooftop deck with Amity. Our tits shined in the sunlight. Sweat pooled between my girls. A few times, I had to cover my nipples when they got too hot.”
“I think I just came,” I grunt and yank open my jeans. “Or my dick broke. Something happened.”
Freeing my cock from its prison, I find the erect monster still functioning. Monroe’s hands immediately reach for my dick, but I stop her from giving me a good rubbing.
“I want to come inside you.”
“You already did earlier,” she says, leaning forward and sucking at my collarbone. “Can I stroke you off or feel you on my tongue?”
“No, and stop asking,” I demand while gently pushing her back on the bed. “I’m in charge, and I want pussy. My dick might die without it.”
Monroe moans loudly when I suck her fat nipple into my wet mouth. I slide over her body, giving my cock a hint of the soft flesh between her legs. I’m painfully hard. A few thrusts, and I’ll be done for. This woman got under my skin and set my nerves on fire. I need to come. Now! But I want to feel her pussy first. The scent of her wet flesh elicits a painful shiver through my body.
“Monroe,” I say like I used to when we met in the hallway at Rooster’s.
“Conor,” she responds in the same hopeful tone as when we were strangers.
I don’t need to explain. Her hands cup my face, and her thighs spread. She wants me inside her. And I want her to see me. I can’t put on a show here. With Monroe, I need to be me. Her gaze promises she won’t grade my performance, claim I’m not good enough, or cut me off at the knees.
Right here is what the universe knew when it whispered in my ear. Monroe is what I’ve been missing.
Her body flushes under me as the head of my cock teases her wet slit. When our eyes meet, she offers a brilliant smile. Her excitement washes over me as I enter her body.
“I’ve had a hard-on for too long,” I warn.
Monroe arches her back, deepening my penetration. “Then come. I guarantee I’ll have you hard again soon. I get to explore, remember?”
I move my hips slowly, enjoying every inch of her hot tight pussy sucking at my cock. If I thrust any faster, I’ll come too quickly. Despite what Monroe promises, I plan to savor the silky heat wrapped around me.
She whimpers when I press deeper inside her, taking more. Earlier, I wasn’t sure if she really hadn’t come with a man before. Yet, based on her shocked reaction, this sexy woman has never been fucked to an orgasm. Her confidence falters as I move faster and deeper into her body. I assume those North Dakota losers sported tiny dicks. Why else would she whimper with surprise when I fill her just right?
My orgasm offers a painful relief. Every part of me shakes. I feel oddly exposed. Am I normally in my head when I’m fucking? I never considered this idea before. But I’m very aware of Monroe’s gaze on me.
“You didn’t come,” I say, feeling unguarded.
“Of course not. Your dick is too big,” she says, running her hands through the patch of hair at the center of my chest. “My pussy wasn’t sure what to make of it. I think we’ll need to fuck a dozen times for my body to adjust.”
Rolling my eyes, I love how she both busts my balls while wrapping me closer. Monroe owns a big heart, but she won’t let me push her around.
“I want to watch you come again,” I say as I prop myself over her body. “You looked so shocked when it happened last time. I’m curious if that expression was from surprise or if it’s your regular O-face.”
Monroe tightens her pussy around my cock resting inside her. “Don’t leave.”
“How can I when your pussy holds my dick in a vise?”
Stroking my face, Monroe frowns. “You look callous right now. Like you want to leave. I’m not ready for tonight to end.”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
Allowing the smallest grin, she sighs. “You’re so difficult to read.”
I kiss her cheek before my lips move to her forehead and nose. “I learned long ago to hide inside my head. It’s the only safe place.”
“Safe from what?”
“People’s demands. Their judgment.”
“I’ve already judged you, Conor,” she whispers as our gazes meet. “I found you to be a flawlessly, flawed man.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It really does.”
Grinning at her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, I groan when her hips start moving, and the hot spot between her legs gives my cock a jolt of inspiration.
“You’re the most beautiful woman,” I say, and she softens under me. “But you need to free my dick.”
Monroe loses her smile, and fear brightens her gaze. “I told my father to fuck off tonight. I burned bridges. I’m on borrowed time at the Overlook. People don’t want me here. My mom might not want me in her life. All I have is you, and that’s a lot of pressure to dump on a new relationship. Is that what you want? For me to grab hold of you and never let go? It’s too much.”
“If I say your clinginess is a turnoff, can I get my dick back?”
Monroe doesn’t smile. Her full lips turn downward. “I’ve ruined things with Lowell. I felt badass when I was standing up to him. Now, that feeling is gone. And you’re a mystery. I look at your face, and I see nothing. What are you thinking? What do you want?”
“I want you,” I say, holding her gaze. “You’re what I’ve wanted for weeks.”
“Why did you wait?”
“You know why.”
Panic rises in her. “You’re too you. I’m overwhelmed.”
“Do you want me to get off you?”
Wrapping me in her arms, she whimpers, “Fuck no. I want you to stay on me forever. I feel safe right this second.”
“Then, why do you look terrified?”
“Because this second won’t last. Tomorrow, you’ll be away from me, and I’ll have to figure things out on my own. I’ve already fucked up things with my mom and now my dad. I never thought I was a loser, but my track record says otherwise.”
I feel as if we should be having this conversation with my engorged dick somewhere not so wet and hot. When I try to climb off Monroe, she wraps her legs around my hips. Trapped now, I kiss her softly.
“You haven’t ruined anything,” I whisper as my lips nuzzle her ear. “The world didn’t start or end today.”
“I have so many big ideas about stuff, but they never pan out. What if I think we had a good day together, but you’re desperate for the door?” she mumbles, seeming ready to run despite claiming I’m the disinterested one.
Moving my hips, I give her pussy a deep thrust to regain her focus. Her dark eyes stare at me, panicked over every word she said today. I know this woman. She’s me. Her cockiness acts as armor to hide a swirling ball of insecurities.
“When I was a kid, and my parents were melting down, I wanted to run,” I say, resting on my elbows to free up my hands. I stroke her cheeks as her thighs still hold me in a death grip. “When Wheels died, and everyone expected me to take care of Barbie, I wanted to run. When my uncle waffled on choosing me for president while my cousin acted as if he planned to literally stab me in the back, I wanted to run. Since I’ve met you, Monroe, I’ve never once thought of running.”
Exhaling deeply, Monroe loosens her grip enough to cup my face with both of her hands. “Fuck me, Conor. When I see only you, the world is so calm and bright. I need that now.”
“Close your eyes,” I whisper.
Monroe obeys immediately.
“Relax your body. Just go limp.”
Monroe is slower to submit to this request. However, she’s desperate to give up control. Today was too stressful. She needs someone else to run the show.
First, her hands rest back by her head. Then, her hips relax. Finally, her pussy unclenches. All loose and willing under my body, Monroe waits for me to tell her what to do.
I offer her only silence. Her head is full of chatter. I’ve been tormented by such noise before. What she needs is to turn off her brain and just feel. Me explaining that shit won’t help, so I don’t say a damn thing.
I lift myself over her body and begin to move inside her. Monroe inhales sharply, seeming ready to take control. Instead, she forces her body to relax and her eyes to remain closed. I hope the noise in her head fades until all she can hear are her soft moans as I fill her body deeper and harder.
