Page 19 of The First Deal

“Doing what?” she asked innocently, but she was so far from it, a point which she proved a second later as she ripped my shirt open.

Following her lead, I forcefully dragged her dress down, the straps falling down her arms first, her tits spilling out after. Fuck, she was a sight to behold. Even more so when she pinched a pointed nipple between her thumb and middle finger and began to roll and tug, getting herself off as I finally began to thrust in and out of her, small movements, giving her that false sense of security before I destroyed her.

“Doing what?” she repeated, breathy this time.

I shook my head and kept my torturous rhythm, building up, then stopping, just as she looked like she was ready to take control.

She didn’t get a chance though. With one arm snaking around her back, I lifted her, walked her to the bar, then dropped her to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over. I tore the rest of her dress down and she stepped out of the discarded fabric just as I slapped her ass, making her yelp, and drove my cock deep inside her.

My fingers flexed on her hips as I slammed into her over and over. She moaned loudly and her knuckles turned white where they were clutching the other side of the bar. She was getting close, her pussy tightened, walls clamping around my shaft, clinging to me for dear life.

“Do you regret it?” I asked.

“Not. One. Bit,” Hannah screamed between vicious thrusts.

For a moment, my thoughts drifted, the way I was fucking her right now was the same way I fucked when I was young. The girls I bedded in my forties hadn’t once managed to unleash this man. They had playful, cocky Shane. Vi hadn’t had this version of me earlier this week either, she hadn’t even had a playful fuck…

My chest tightened, but before I could work out why, Hannah cried my name. My actual fucking name.

“Shane.” It sounded like she was praising me and cursing me in the same syllable. “Shane,” she repeated, raspy, desperate, a wobble that mirrored the way her pussy spasmed around me as she came with an overwhelming gush that soaked my balls and ran down the backs of her thighs.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t contain myself, and after only giving her one—albeit possibly earth-shattering—orgasm, I was filling her cunt with everything I fucking had.

I dropped my forehead against her back as I shuddered, the last drops of cum spilling inside her with a heavy, blissful sigh.

Hannah’s body turned limp beneath me, and I pushed forward, straightening up to hold her against the bar before her legs gave way.

“You’re okay, Cariño,” I soothed, brushing her hair away from her cheek as her head flopped to one side.

Tucking the thick, black strands behind her ear I mirrored her dopey, post-orgasm expression, half-closed eyes and wide smile. The tip of her nose was pink, matching her flushed cheeks, I wondered if she always turned this shade when she came, or if this was special.

Did I want it to be?

Fuck.

Blinking hard, I pulled back, supporting her with my hands instead of my body and slowly sliding out of her. I tried not to react to her as she whimpered, but I couldn’t help it, the sound made me want to roll her onto her back and kiss her like she was it.

Fuck.

I bit my lip and gripped her hips tight, controlling myself as much as I could. I needed a distraction. Another whimper almost had me losing it, until I realised exactly why she was making that adorable noise.

Cum was dripping down the insides of her thighs. I stepped back to watch, still holding her, still here for her, but happily distracted. It dripped and she shifted, her legs parting. With an audible patter, more of our combined release hit the floor. I stared at the cream and gold-flecked tiles as Hannah attempted to straighten up, making more mess.

Releasing her hip, my hand slid beneath her and began to smear what was left over her sensitive skin.

“Brace yourself,” I commanded softly.

She did as she was told, placing her hands on the edge of the bar, hissing as I worked my fingers inside her, scooped, and then coated her clit. I circled and pinched, testing her reactions as I toyed with her clit. I had made her come with my fingers—and tongue—once before, I knew what I was doing, but I wanted this to blow her mind. I needed to know exactly what she liked.

I watched her body, back arching, shoulders rolling, breath hitching, until I was certain that I had the perfect pressure and rhythm. I was driving her wild, loving the way she tossed her head back, hair a mess, while moaning loud and free.

When she seemed to get closer, I removed my hand, stepped to her side, and kissed her cheek. She huffed irritably and I laughed, then leaned over the bar, hooked a cube of ice from the tray, and pushed it between her lips.

She sucked it in, then when I placed my hand flat beneath her chin, she spat it back out.

“Good girl,” I praised, and she wriggled happily, her ass swaying from side to side, drawing me back behind her.

“Now”—I smoothed my hand over her ass cheek, the cube starting to melt between my palm and her soft skin—“where shall I put this?”

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