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She nods, stirring her drink. “Twelve-hour shifts. Crying babies. Boobie milk.”
A lightbulb flicks on in my brain. The scrubs. The tears. The haunted look in her eyes that night.
“You were having a bad night last time,” I say quietly.
Her smile fades a little, but she nods. “Yeah.”
I hesitate, then say, “You didn’t want to be seen then. But you let me see the redness in your eyes. You didn’t tell me to fuck off.”
She looks at me for a long moment. “You didn’t feel like a threat. That was… rare.”
My heart stumbles a little at that.
We fall into silence for a few seconds, just sipping. It’s not uncomfortable. It’s… quiet. Safe.
“So can I get your name now?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says, smirking.
I clutch my chest dramatically. “Tragic. I guess I’ll just have to give you one. I’m thinking…Venus.”
“Like theplanet?”
“Like the Roman goddess. You know, beauty, fertility. Seems fitting.”
She raises her drink to mine. “To Vulcan and…Venus.”
I give her a sly smile. “Did you know Vulcan and Venus were close in mythology?”
She leans in close. “How close?”
I lean closer. “Let me take you out and you can find out.”
She nips my earlobe. “How about you just show me tonight?”
And just like that, I’mfucked.
Chapter 5 | Vulcan
The second we step into my apartment, clothes start flying. First it’s my shirt, then it’s her boots, then it’s my belt. I’m unwrapping her like a birthday present and God, she’s beautiful.
I skillfully flick off her bra and all she’s got left is her pretty lace thong. She’s not like other girls I’ve been with, where she hides her body away from me with insecurity. She’s bold and clearly proud of her curves, guiding my hands to touch her in all the right places. Her breasts, her hips, her ass. As I grip and squeeze, my other hand slides down the front of her panties, searching for that sensitive spot between her legs.
The moment my calloused finger touches her clit, she rises up on her toes, trying to get my touch even deeper. She hisses and bites my lower lip when I easily slip a finger into her wet heat. She’s dripping for me, and without abandoning my task, I lead her through my apartment to my bed.
I pull my fingers free and shove them into my mouth, getting the first taste of this goddess that’s ended up in my bed. She tastes so fucking sweet, like freshhoney. My dick twitches when she takes the liberty of removing her underwear and spreading her legs for me.
When I kneel to taste her fully, she wastes no time in gripping my hair and pulling me closer. She rides my face like I’m a rodeo bull, and I trace my hands up her body to squeeze her perfect tits and play with her pretty pink nipples.
She moans as she bucks against my face, and I can’t help it when I take one hand to stroke myself because if I don’t I might whimper like a touch-starved virgin.
She yanks on my hair so rough that it pulls my face away from her center. She makes direct eye contact with me and demands: “Fuck me.”
Yes, ma’am.
I fumble for a condom in my nightstand, rip it open with my teeth, and slide it on my shaft. I line myself up with her opening and shove in. Both of us groan together, and I use the headboard as leverage as I slam into her.
Watching her breasts jiggle and hearing her moan my name has me already wanting to bust, but I’m going to give this girl the best performance of my life.
