Page 57 of Habits

A puff of air leaves her lungs at the sudden movement. Yet still, her legs fall open wide.

Inviting.

Jeanette looks at me from the counter, melted eyes calling me.

“Still think this is just a slip?” I ask, licking my raw lips.

Her hand slides from underneath my shirt and goes lower, caressing the bulge contained in my pants. She bites into her lip as she feels the hardness of me, her eyes getting all hot and heavy.

“In this moment, you could be the devil himself and I wouldn’t care.”

Her hands work rapidly at unbuttoning my pants, the sound of the zipper lowering the only sound in the room except our heavy breathing. Once my pants are wide open, her little hand slips inside, curling around my hot length and pulling it out.

I hiss through clenched teeth as her hand works my length expertly. Her hold strong, strokes long and sure.

This time she’s the one demanding a kiss, hectic and sloppy.

My hand sneaks up her inner thigh, up and up until I find her hot center. My fingers stroke her through her tights and panties, only it’s not enough.

Irritated with all the material between us, I nudge my hand past the barrier and slip one hand inside, looking for the source of all that heat, and when I find it, all I can do is groan loudly in approval.

So hot.

So wet.

For me.

Only for me.

I stroke her through her wet folds, my finger gliding easily. Two strokes around her entrance, teasingly just so I can retreat and hear that needy moan of distress.

Her hold on me tightens in warning. “Don’t mess with me, fucker,” she utters, her voice low and husky.

“What do you want me to do?” I tease her some more, this time with my thumb circling around her clit. Slow, leisurely circles that make that little bundle throb under my touch.

Her head falls back, bearing her delicious neck to me. I lean forward, running my tongue down the exposed surface.

Her body responds to my touch, her hands digging into my hair and holding me close.

“I want you. In me. Now.” Her response is short and breathy.

Chuckling against her skin, I slide my hands out and let my fingers find the hem of her tights.

“Ready for some slipping?” I tease her, Cheshire-cat smile spreading on my lips.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

In a hurry of movements, we get her out of her panties and tights, pulling them down roughly. As soon as she’s free, her fingers wrap around my dick again, pulling me between her spread legs.

A jolt of hunger and need shoots through my system at the first feel of my dick sliding through the heat of her lower lips.

I grit my teeth, hissing softly, my forehead touching hers.

“C-condom,” I stutter. “We need a condom before I throw it all to hell and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

Jeanette shudders—from the intensity of my words or from the feel of bare skin touching bare skin I'm not sure.

Our mouths touch, tongues mingling together until I’m not sure where one ends and the other begins.

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