Page 432 of One More Kiss

“I thought I did already,” she hisses, wiggling her hips to find relief. My cock is still standing at attention, but I tilt my body just enough so it doesn’t touch her.

“I need to hear you say it, Vada,” I tell her seriously. “I’ll fuck your cunt harder than you could ever imagine, but I won’t until you know exactly what you’re getting into.”

She’s breathing heavier now, and I can tell I have her full attention.

“And what is that?” she asks, panting.

“I’m not those guys in your romance novels. I’m a gentleman, and I’ll treat you real good in bed, but I’m not one of those guys who sends flowers and chocolate the next day, so I don’t want you getting the wrong idea here. You’re tense as hell, and the only way to get you to relax is to fuck you so good, you’ll still be feeling me days later.”

“I have no expectations from you, Ethan,” she tells me honestly. “I’m only here for a few more days, and then I’m gone.”

“Good,” I say, releasing my grip around her wrists. “Right now, you should only concern yourself with how hard I can make you come, because sweetheart, after tonight your expectations are going to be a lot higher.”

“Oh God,” she whispers.

“So what's it going to be, Vada? Think one night with me will be enough for you?” I taunt, licking my lips as she looks up at me. Resisting the urge to kiss her, I wait impatiently for her response.

“I think the real question is…will one night with me be enough for you, Casanova?”

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I nearly carryVada back to the house, naked, but she makes me grab our clothes and get dressed before leading her the couple blocks back. I couldn’t wait any longer. The way she makes me crave her is starting to become painful for my dick, and I know the only relief will come from her.

Wearing only my jeans, I rush us through the front door and immediately pin her against the door with my mouth. Before she can even finish moaning my name, my jeans are on the floor.

“I told you getting dressed was pointless,” I say against her lips as I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head.

“You barely had any clothes on in the first place,” she reminds me as I take her shorts off next. “I don’t know if it’s tradition to run naked outside in the south or something, but from where I’m from, public indecency gets you a misdemeanor.”

“Good to know. Unshaved pussies should be fined,” I tease, kneeling down between her legs as she holds onto the door for support.

“Yeah? What about guys who watch their tenants masturbate? Is there a law against that?” she asks with a condescending tone as I slide her panties down to her ankles. Once she steps out of them, I fling them behind me.

Before answering, I grab her thighs and spread them. She squeals and rests her palms on my shoulders as she regains her balance. My mouth is on her before she can spit out another word.

Sliding my tongue along her slit, I circle her clit and taste all Vada’s sweetness. She moans and digs her nails into my scalp as she pulls strands of my hair between her fingers.

Her body shakes as I sink my tongue deep inside her. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t pull myself away.

“Holy fuck, Ethan…” she mutters, her hands roughly pulling at my hair, which feels surprisingly amazing when my mouth is on her.

My tongue devours her, sliding up and down her slit, sucking hard on her clit, and when I feel her body start to tense, I insert a finger inside her tight cunt.

“Oh my God,” she says between gritted teeth, trying to keep herself together, but I know it’s no use. She’s going to unravel at any moment.

Speeding up the pace, I add a second finger as my tongue circles her clit faster. Her knees are seconds from buckling, and when she screams out my name, I push my fingers inside even deeper.

“Mm…” I groan against her pussy. Fuck, she tastes amazing. She’s panting as I lick and clean her up, wanting to savor everything she gives me. Standing, I wrap my hand around her neck and without another word, pull her mouth to mine. She’s reluctant at first, but it only takes her seconds to relax against me.

“Never tasted your own come before?” I pull back and ask. She licks her lips, and her eyes slowly trail up to mine, embarrassed by my question.

“I don’t make it a habit.”

I chuckle, figuring that’s a no. “You should,” I tell her. “Tastes like heaven, don’t you think?” I smirk, brushing my tongue along my bottom lip.

She grinds her teeth down. “I wouldn’t know. Guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Smart girl.” I wink. “Come on.” I grab her hand before she can speak and lead her upstairs. We round the banister, and I walk us to the last door on the left.

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