Page 8 of Kisses

“Really?”

“Oh, I’m not done. You proceeded to tell Kandace that I’m the one who made a spectacle of myself. After you tried to casually flirt with either her or me, but fuck if I know. Then, poof, you disappear.”

I continue to laugh while she continues her spiel.

She states, “Then, low and behold, you show up at the end of the night stating you were afraid to talk to us because the guys were around us. You felt the need to invite us over for some drinks.”

I chuckle, “What if I actually wanted to get to know you?”

Then the look came – ‘are you kidding me’ expression. She answers, “You would’ve made more of an effort.”

I answer, “I did.”

She smiles, “How is that?”

“I spilled beer all over you.”

“You’re funny.”

“I think you’re sexy.”

“Wow, laying it on thick here. Look, if you want to fuck, let’s fuck. Giving me this high-alcohol-content beer is just delaying the inevitable.”

What the fuck just happen? Who is this woman? Definitely curious now.

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I grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom. She doesn’t even bother to say anything to her friend. Just up and left her. It’s an interesting friend dynamic. We approach my room and I open the door for her. She struts past with confidence. I shut the door, head to the nightstand to turn on the lamp. I turn around to face her. Before I can make my move, she tackles me, planting her lips onto mine. Instant hard-on with this take-charge attitude. We fall onto the bed. Lyla straddles me and savagely continues to kiss me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

This is fucking hot. However, it's my turn to be the initiator. I grab a hold of her waist and flip her onto her back. I grunt, “This is how it’s going to be?”

She pants, “Someone had to take charge. You were slow in the making.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for. You just need to do it.”

My body tenses up, and I smirk at this temptress lying on my bed. I slam my lips to hers, and she grabs at my dress shirt trying to pull it off of me. She gets frustrated and pushes me off of her. She leans up and gets on her knees. One by one, she starts to unbutton my dress shirt before removing it.

Lyla gets greedy and turns me around, pushing me down onto the bed. Her knees wrap around my hips. Her wantful eyes stare down at me. Her hand runs down my chest to my abs. She unhooks my belt, unbuttons my pants. She scoots down a bit and demands, “Lift your hips.”

I swallow in surprise. Who is this woman? She strips down my pants and boxers at the same time. My cock springs out and extends. Lyla looks down at my cock and smirks. Clearly, I passed that test. Fully clothed, she stares down, examining with her sparkling blue eyes. Her hands wrap around her waist as she starts to pull her tank top off, exposing her bigger-than-life breasts ready to bust through her bra. She throws her tank to the side of the bed. Lyla proceeds to unhook her bra, letting her girls come free. All I can do at this time is just watch her. The confidence that exudes from her is nothing I have ever seen before. It’s the biggest fucking turn on. If I wasn’t as experienced as I am, I would be projectiling cum all over her. I sigh.

She comes at me like a lioness ready to devour me. This time, she bites down on my neck. Goosebumps amplify in hysteria. I fucking want this woman. That’s all it took.

I push her off of me and throw her back down on her back. There is no more fucking around. I grab a hold of her jeans and yank them off of her. Then she surprises me again. No fucking underwear. I need to start fucking this woman soon. I can’t take all the surprises. I reach over to the nightstand drawer and grab a condom. Her body lies impatiently waiting for me. Before I can open the foil, she snatches it from me. She bites down on the wrapper and opens it. My heart is exploding out of my chest. She pinches the top of the condom, then gently slides it down my shaft; I swallow.

Her predatory eyes stare at mine. She demands, “It’s time to fuck me.”

That is all she had to say. My cock slams deep inside of her. She whimpers. I can’t control myself, I just want to pound the fuck out of her. She wraps her long legs around my waist, bringing me in deeper. I groan. Then the nails happen. Her nails scratch down my back, breaking skin. Our kisses become ravenous. Her hands move to my hair. She runs her fingers through my hair. She tugs hard. My eyes roll back. I’m trying my hardest not to release. Lyla keeps flickering my internal light switch fucking on. I want to explode. But she needs to cum first. She is an aggressor. That is how she wants to be fucked. I stop and lean above her. This time, she examines me with anger in her eyes. I got her where I want her. I flip her onto her chest, raising her plump ass and crash my cock deep inside of her from behind.

She screams, “Oh, my God.”

I hit her spot. Rapidly, my shaft moves in and out with force. The moans continue to escape her.

She cries out, “Don’t stop. Go harder.”

Harder? Is that even possible?

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