me and pushed his cock up against my wet entrance. Wrapping my legs around his back near his ass, I used my heels to force him into me.
“Oh God. You feel so fucking good.” He began rocking as he stared down at me, eyes ablaze with desire.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
For as quick as his thrusts were, his kiss was soft and gentle. I could taste my own unique flavor in his kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, and I could feel another orgasm trickling through me, just out of reach.
Reaching around to his back, he grabbed my ankles and pulled them up over his shoulders. From this position, I could feel his cock dragging over my g-spot. Shuddering with delight, I allowed my orgasm to pour through my body like a rush of molten lava. My body clenched around him, and his own release fired into me.
He slipped himself out and crawled up next to me, draping his big muscular arm across my breasts. The events of the day quickly caught up to us, and within minutes, we were asleep.
My angel woke up this morning in a mood. She was acting like the hardass she could sometimes be. She’d already taken care of canceling her cards and had also already made an appointment to change the locks to the apartment. Not having her phone seemed to piss her off the most. By the time I got out of the shower, she’d taken care of everything she’d needed to do as a result of the theft.
I was putting back on my clothes from the day before when she walked in with two coffees, handing me one.
“All of my credit cards have been canceled and thankfully there hasn’t been any activity on any of them. I’m pretty sure all I had in my purse was eighteen dollars. It’s all a fucking waste of my time.” This morning she’d already been showered and dressed for work by the time my phone alarm had gone off. I could take a hint.
“Well, that is at least good news. Come on. I’ll drop you off at work on the way to my apartment.” I chugged what I could of the hot coffee before setting it down on the bedside table. She looked around for what I was sure was her purse before she sighed in defeat and left the bedroom.
Shaking my head, I followed her out of the room. I wasn’t sure what had happened between our tender lovemaking the night before and the frigidness that rolled off of her this morning. My guess was that she was having trouble dealing with the events from the night before and unintentionally taking it out on me.
The ride to the museum was quiet. She wouldn’t even look at me or hold my hand. It was torture for me because I wanted nothing more than to lace her fingers with mine and hold them in my lap. Her hands were neatly clasped together, resting on her thigh closest to the door. Again, I could take a hint.
As we came to a stop in front of the museum, she started to jump out of the car, but I seized her by her upper arm and pulled her to me. Her head angrily whipped towards me, but her gaze softened slightly as she looked at me.
“Email me later. We’ll make plans for dinner or something,” I told her and hauled her forward by her arm so I could kiss her.
At first, her lips were unmoving as she tried not to reciprocate. But when my tongue skated across her bottom lip, I heard her breath hitch. Her mouth parted slightly to let me in, allowing a small moan to escape. Not one to miss an opportunity, I kissed her hard and our tongues greedily touched one another’s. I reached a hand around to the back of her neck while I simultaneously brought her closer and stroked her jaw with my thumb.
“Jordan,” she sighed into my mouth as she pulled herself away. I let her draw away from me but didn’t remove my hand.
“Email me,” I commanded to her again. She nodded and I dropped my hand. As if to escape a magnetic pull to me, she practically leapt from the car and hurried into the building.
“Hi, Mr. Cox, I’m Jordan Compton from Compton Enterprises. Did Trent fill you in on the situation I’m in?”
I’d finally made
“Oh God. You feel so fucking good.” He began rocking as he stared down at me, eyes ablaze with desire.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
For as quick as his thrusts were, his kiss was soft and gentle. I could taste my own unique flavor in his kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, and I could feel another orgasm trickling through me, just out of reach.
Reaching around to his back, he grabbed my ankles and pulled them up over his shoulders. From this position, I could feel his cock dragging over my g-spot. Shuddering with delight, I allowed my orgasm to pour through my body like a rush of molten lava. My body clenched around him, and his own release fired into me.
He slipped himself out and crawled up next to me, draping his big muscular arm across my breasts. The events of the day quickly caught up to us, and within minutes, we were asleep.
My angel woke up this morning in a mood. She was acting like the hardass she could sometimes be. She’d already taken care of canceling her cards and had also already made an appointment to change the locks to the apartment. Not having her phone seemed to piss her off the most. By the time I got out of the shower, she’d taken care of everything she’d needed to do as a result of the theft.
I was putting back on my clothes from the day before when she walked in with two coffees, handing me one.
“All of my credit cards have been canceled and thankfully there hasn’t been any activity on any of them. I’m pretty sure all I had in my purse was eighteen dollars. It’s all a fucking waste of my time.” This morning she’d already been showered and dressed for work by the time my phone alarm had gone off. I could take a hint.
“Well, that is at least good news. Come on. I’ll drop you off at work on the way to my apartment.” I chugged what I could of the hot coffee before setting it down on the bedside table. She looked around for what I was sure was her purse before she sighed in defeat and left the bedroom.
Shaking my head, I followed her out of the room. I wasn’t sure what had happened between our tender lovemaking the night before and the frigidness that rolled off of her this morning. My guess was that she was having trouble dealing with the events from the night before and unintentionally taking it out on me.
The ride to the museum was quiet. She wouldn’t even look at me or hold my hand. It was torture for me because I wanted nothing more than to lace her fingers with mine and hold them in my lap. Her hands were neatly clasped together, resting on her thigh closest to the door. Again, I could take a hint.
As we came to a stop in front of the museum, she started to jump out of the car, but I seized her by her upper arm and pulled her to me. Her head angrily whipped towards me, but her gaze softened slightly as she looked at me.
“Email me later. We’ll make plans for dinner or something,” I told her and hauled her forward by her arm so I could kiss her.
At first, her lips were unmoving as she tried not to reciprocate. But when my tongue skated across her bottom lip, I heard her breath hitch. Her mouth parted slightly to let me in, allowing a small moan to escape. Not one to miss an opportunity, I kissed her hard and our tongues greedily touched one another’s. I reached a hand around to the back of her neck while I simultaneously brought her closer and stroked her jaw with my thumb.
“Jordan,” she sighed into my mouth as she pulled herself away. I let her draw away from me but didn’t remove my hand.
“Email me,” I commanded to her again. She nodded and I dropped my hand. As if to escape a magnetic pull to me, she practically leapt from the car and hurried into the building.
“Hi, Mr. Cox, I’m Jordan Compton from Compton Enterprises. Did Trent fill you in on the situation I’m in?”
I’d finally made