Page 65 of The Front Runner
“I thought I liked the dress on you,” I say, devouring the sight of dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and wild eyes boring into mine with so much hunger it almost knocks me over. “But now I think I might like it better on the floor.”
“Lose the clothes, Stefan.” There’s an edge to her voice, an urgency.
I slowly remove my shirt, dropping it behind myself. “Is this your version of begging, Mira?”
She licks her lips and looks down at her hard nipples, the blush on her chest, the raised gooseflesh on her arms. Her voice is quiet when she looks up at me shyly and replies, “Yes.”
My pants are torn off in a flurry, and I’m too ravenous to leave the hardwood floor of my entryway. Does she deserve better than being fucked on the floor? Definitely. But I’ll make that up to her later.
I sit down and reach forward, yanking her into my lap, feeling her wet lips slide across the length of my erection. Her hips buck, rubbing against me again, and we moan in unison. My lips latch onto one nipple, and I suck.
“There’s a condom in my wallet. Pants pocket.” Then I dive back down onto the opposite nipple, sucking hard, swirling my tongue and then squeezing with my teeth. She’s grappling with my pants, fumbling around with my wallet, chucking cards and cash all over the floor in a rush to find the aluminum wrapper while I feast on her breasts like a man starved.
“These are delectable,” I murmur, wrapping my hands around her waist as the tearing sound fills the room.
“There,” she breathes out as she pulls the condom out triumphantly.
I lean back onto my hands and watch her. She looks downright erotic, her heart-shaped lips all puffy and glistening, her eye makeup slightly smudged. And all I want to do is make more of a mess with her. She’s a canvas, and I’m about to paint.
“You put it on.”
“Me?” Her hands tremble as she looks around the room, but I don’t think it’s nerves. Mira’s not a nervous woman.
“Who else would I want to put it on?”
The tip of her tongue peeks out between her lips, and she nods. Her hands are sure when she wraps them around my length and edges back a bit, carefully rolling the condom over my cock. Her hands look delicate, but with all those hours of professional training, she moves with confidence.
When she looks up, her long hair makes a curtain around her face. “Now what?”
The contrast of her vulnerability and confidence is such a goddamn turn on. I can barely handle it. I reach out and grab her. Hands back on her waist, I move her onto my lap, my dick right up against the front of her pussy, resting on her stomach, giving us the perfect visual for how much room I’ll be taking up inside of her.
And both of us are watching. It seems like neither of us can look away.
I lift her slightly, feeling her nails digging into my bare shoulders, lining the head of my cock up with her slick entrance before I stare into her beautiful face. “Now you sit on it.”
A small smile touches her lips as she eases herself down. What was frantic before suddenly feels in slow motion. She pauses after every inch with a small gasp. I’ve never seen anything sexier than the look of pure lust on her face as she takes me. At first, I watch her pussy, the way it stretches around me, but now all I can see is her face and the way her focus is fully on where we’re joined.
Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and she looks downright fascinated. I’m not going to last if she keeps looking atuslikethat.
When she drops to fully seated, we groan in unison. I feel her pulse and clench around me. My head tips back and hers tips forward, her lips moving across my chest reverently.
Her hips swivel, and she moans. “Stefan.” Her breath breezes against my nipple as her hands travel up the back of my head, and I can’t keep my hands off her any longer.
Sitting up tall, I wrap my arms around her and drag her mouth into a gentle kiss. Mira’s hips move in a soft twisting motion, and my vision blurs. I can’t pinpoint what it is. The angle, the snug fit, the tense lead-up? All I know is that sex—two people coming together—has never felt so absolutely necessary as it does right now.
I’ve known I’m attracted to Mira for a long time, but my head is spinning with the way this feels like something else entirely. Her lips on mine, her hands gripping me at the same time as her cunt. Our kiss turns into just breathing each other’s air while her hips pick up the pace. She rises and drops herself down onto me with abandon.
“Stefan, you feel…” She trails off, head back and fingers knitting around the back of my neck while she continues to ride me.
And for once, I’m speechless.
The sensual curve of her throat entrances me, the light sheen of sweat on her chest distracts me, and the way her tits bounce while she fucks me is my undoing.
In one swift motion, I pull her close and flip her over onto her back so I can be on top. “How do I feel, Mira?” My hand trails over her chest reverently as I push up above her. “Tell me.”
I expect her to need some time to think about that. I expect her to balk. But her lust-drenched voice takes my breath away when she says, “You feel like this is how it’s supposed to be.”
I drop my head into the crook of her neck. The smell of her perfume is strongest here. It’s intoxicating, something with liquorice and honey. My tongue darts out as I pump slowly into her. “You are fucking delicious. And you are fucking right. Stuffed full of my cock is exactly how you’re supposed to be.”
