Page 48 of Force At Third

She looks at her watch. “Saw y’all pull in and decided I wanted my shoes.”

She walks right on past me and into my place.

I pull my feet down, push up, and head in just as she steps out of her yoga pants.

“I don’t break my word.”

“Just hearts,” I say under my breath as I push down my … fuck me … pajama pants that Mom bought me with baseballs all over them. Then I grab the condom that we didn’t use the other night off the island.

“I have ten minutes.”

“If you’re intent on riding me, you’ll probably have eight minutes to spare,” I say, sheathing myself but managing to catch her blue-gray eyes light up with amusement, and just as quickly, she hits that smirk right out of the park.

“You maybe wanna tell me what kind of case you’re working on that has you right next?—”

“No talking, Locke. Sit.”

I arch my brow, and she rolls her eyes.

“Please.”

Would I like to remind her of her manners? Yes. Will it stop me from feeling her from the inside? Pretty sure the answer would also be yes, so I sit my ass on the couch, and she wastes no time pushing me back so I’m against leather.

Placing one and then the other knee on either side of me, she straddles my lap, looking so damn sure of herself. Her confidence has always been a turn-on, but fuck if it’s not causing some worry at the moment until …

She reaches between us for my shaft. As always, my eyes get warm, my lids get heavy, and that first breath is harder and harder to take, every fucking time.

I wrap my hands around her knees and run them up her thighs, forcing an exhale as I watch her tits from beneath her shirt rise and fall faster as her breathing intensifies with just the tip of my cock edging her entrance.

I curse as goosebumps cover her arms and her sexy body shivers above me.

“I’m fighting a profound desire to grab hold of you to still you and thrust up and pull you down until I’m balls fucking deep inside of your tight little pussy, Gwendolyn.” I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up, exposing her perfect tits. I cup them and squeeze. “I’m gonna need these to divert me.”

Rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers elicits a whimper that rocks my resolve to stay the fucking course with this … dubious topping.

Gwendolyn’s head falls back, showcasing her long, slender neck that begs to be marked as she presses into my touch. Her hips rock back and forth, slowing, and I glance down at our connection as she takes me in a little more, coating my cock with her wetness. I pinch her nipples harder, knowing how she loves edging the line between pleasure and pain but never asks to cross it.

After what feels like the longest minute of my life, she’s taken me all inside her.

Gwendolyn moaning and breathing hard as I pin her hips, feeling my cock jump inside her is heaven.

“Pussy hugs me so nice,” I groan then grip her hips, sinking my fingertips into her flesh as she slides up and down my cock. “Fuck, Gwendolyn, ” I groan more as she begins moving faster, tits bouncing in my face every time she lands hard on my lap.

When she reaches her hand between us as if she’s going to toy with her clit, I tap it away. She bears her damn teeth at me until I start rubbing circles around that little nub.

“Fuck you,” she whimpers. “I can do that myself.”

I thrust up hard inside her. “You wanna ride my cock, ride it. But you and I are doing this shit together, and I’m gonna get you there.” I thrust up even harder this time, causing her to grip my shoulders to steady herself.

“Your two minutes are up,” she hisses.

“You gave me ten. If we’re doing math the same, that leaves me seven more”—I pinch her clit between my fingers, but not hard enough to get her off—“to get you off, back on your feet, dressed, and out the door.”

“Fine, whatever.”

“That’s a good girl.” My girl, I think.

Grabbing her hips, I slide her ass back and forth on my cock. She cries out every time her clit hits my pelvis. Three times—three fucking times—and her pussy is choking my cock as her orgasm rolls through her.

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