by Penelope Sky
I couldn’t stop the smile from entering my lips. “So you can follow me around, but I can’t do the same to you?”
“I followed you in public spaces. I never encroached on your love life or showed up on your property.”
“Because you would have been shot if you did so.”
“Whatever,” she said. “If you want me, you need to respect me. That’s the only way this works.”
I had all the power, but she was calling the shots. It was cute. No one else would have the balls to make a request like that. “Alright.” I grabbed my glass of wine along with hers and carried them to the sink. Her date’s glass sat at the bottom, drops of wine dripping down the drain. Just the thought of her getting naked with some other guy made me livid, so I walked back to the table and stared down at her.
She held my gaze, unafraid. Sitting there with her head held high, she was a queen without a throne or a crown, but she possessed such dignity and grace it was impossible not to respect her. I could be out with any other woman, but I was standing in her kitchen, her cheap wine still flavorful on my lips.
Maybe her coldness burned me. Maybe her indifference thrilled me. Maybe the only reason I was there was because I wasn’t bored, because this relationship had unfolded much differently from all the others. “I could leave now. I could bring another woman to my bed—preferably two. Or I could stay here—with you. What will it be?” I slid my hands into my pockets and stood near her dining table. My hand ached to grab her by the back of the neck and bend her over the table. Or better yet, throw her on top of it and ram my dick deep and hard. The last thing I wanted was to go out and find pussy elsewhere. It was uninteresting and boring, the same thing over and over. The only remotely interesting woman I’d ever had was sitting right in front of me, defiant and beautiful. Since she didn’t want anything I could offer her, there was no reason for her to be impressed with me. It only made me want to prove her wrong.
“If I asked you to leave, would you actually do it?”
I didn’t do anything anyone asked me to do. “Not sure. I’ve never actually listened to someone before. But we both know you don’t want me to leave, so let’s stop pretending.” Arrogant as it made me seem, I didn’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
She stared at me for several heartbeats, her poker face impenetrable. Maybe she didn’t like me as a person, but she certainly liked the way I made her feel. She’d been coming around my dick all night, so enthused it was like she’d never had such good sex in her life. She needed me for a good time, needed me to make up for all the boys who wasted her time.
She rose to her feet then slowly sauntered toward me, her presence drawing the air right out of the room. With eyes glued to mine, she approached me until her hands touched my muscular arms. Her fingers felt the corded veins and bulging muscles. Then she slowly slid up to my shoulders while she eyed my lips. “I want you gone before I wake up in the morning.”
She pushed me away before we even began. It was the same attitude I took with my lovers, but coming from her, it still surprised me. I was disposable, worthless. It only made me want her more, made me want to conquer this cold woman and turn her red-hot. “We’ll see.” My hands helped themselves underneath her blouse, and I felt the soft skin of her tummy. My thumbs caressed her abs through her skin as I pressed my face closer to hers. The longer I held her stare, the more I felt her strength wane. She was a spitfire when she was in control, but the second my hands were on her, she was easily defeated. My mouth teased hers, coming close to her lips but never kissing her. I backed her up to the table then pulled my shirt over my head.
Her eyes immediately worshiped my body, her desire burning hot. Her palms planted against my pecs, and she slowly dragged her fingertips down, feeling the grooves of muscle in the valleys of my stomach. That fiery attitude was long gone, and all that remained was a woman full of ache. Just like the last time we were together, she quickly slipped into a different person, like there was no other man in the world she would rather be with. Maybe her attitude fooled other people, but it certainly didn’t fool me.
I angled my neck toward hers but still didn’t kiss her, purposely teasing her.
She leaned in to take my mouth, her fingers clawing at my chest.
I refused to give her my lips. “Tell me you want me.”
“You know I want you.”
“Say it.” I would punish her for teasing me, punish her for making me want her so much that I marched over here like a possessive jackass.
Her hands clutched my shoulders. “I want you, Cato.”
“No more other men. Only me.” I’d never made that request of another woman. They seemed to drop everything in their lives to focus solely on me. But with this woman, she had more suitors lined up every time I turned my back. She was the kind of woman who didn’t wait for a man—and that made her incredibly sexy.
The arousal in her eyes died away at my demand. “You can’t be serious.”
“Am I ever not serious?” My life was centered around work and booze. I had a piss-poor sense of humor.
“I just told you I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Neither am I. But I want you when I want you. I’m not getting in the back of the line every time I want a turn.” I pressed my forehead to hers as I held her against the table. My fingers explored her hips underneath her top, feeling that silky soft skin I wanted to kiss everywhere.
“You don’t seem like a monogamist.”
“Because I’m not.” I rubbed my nose against hers then stared at her lips. “But I can make an exception—for a short period of time.”
A grin stretched across her face, a knowing look in her eyes accompanying it.
“What?”
She shook her head slightly. “I was right.”
“About what?”
“I told you I could handle my own. I told you I was the kind of lover a man could barely handle on his own. I told you I didn’t share—a man would never want to share me.”
It had seemed like an empty threat at the time, but her words had haunted me ever since she’d spoken them. Every time I was with a woman, I wondered if Siena would have been better. I wondered if I’d made a mistake bringing her home with the expectation of a threeway. Now that I’d had her, I realized her threat had been real. She was a special kind of woman—one I’d never met before. “Congratulations. You’re the first person to prove me wrong.”
Her hands started below my pecs and slowly snaked upward. “I like the taste of victory.”
“I like the taste of you.” My fingers played with the top of her jeans, and I discreetly unfastened the top button. My eyes moved to those plump lips, but I still didn’t take them into my grasp. The idea of being with a single woman didn’t sound like a sacrifice. It sounded like an opportunity I’d never explored before. The repetitiveness of my life had become mundane, and ever since meeting Siena, everything seemed to be more interesting.
“So, I don’t date other men. That means you don’t date other women.”
“I never dated to begin with.”
“You know what I mean.” Her hands trailed to my jeans, and she slowly unfastened them. The button popped open then she worked the zipper. Slowly, she dragged it down, along my hard outline which was noticeable in my boxers. Whether it was intentional or accidental, her eyes flicked down and she licked her lips, like seeing my dick was exactly what she’d been looking forward to the most. “Just you and me for a few weeks. When my project is complete, so are we.” She pushed my jeans past my hips so they slid to the floor. She was getting me naked, and she was also establishing a deadline without hesitation. A long-term commitment really was the last thing she wanted from me.
Made me want her more.
She hooked her fingers into my boxers and slowly dragged them down, pulling them over my thickness and then down my thighs. Every inch was revealed slowly, showing the deep vein in my shaft, along with the thickness of my crown. Like a woman who co
uld appreciate the fine things in life, she looked at my cock as if it was a work of art. “I don’t say this often…but you have a beautiful dick.” She looked down at it while her fingers still gripped the fabric of my boxers. Her fingers twisted it in place, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip in the sexiest way.
My hand moved to her neck, and I slowly guided her to her knees on the tile. I’d gotten a good blow job in the back seat of my car or in a bathroom stall, but I’d never gotten head quite so spectacular as I did from her. She had an enthusiasm that couldn’t be replicated or faked. She was a woman who got off on enjoying me, on pleasing me.
She opened her mouth wide and got to work, using that slender neck to take my length in and out. She flattened her tongue and kept her mouth wide as she pushed me deep inside her. Her hands gripped my boxers and yanked them farther down until they were gathered around my ankles. She closed her eyes and slathered me with saliva, soaked me so much, drops sprinkled on her dining room floor. Instead of giving me a quick round of foreplay so we could skip to the good part, she slowed down and took her time. She enjoyed it even more than I did.
And that made it the sexiest thing in the world.
Women wanted to please me to get my attention. Siena sucked my dick because she liked it, had nearly climaxed the last time she did it. Her nails dug into my muscled thighs, and she moaned even when my dick was so deep it might choke her.
Best head I’d ever received.
My hand dug into her hair, and I stared down at the woman beneath me, watched her ignore the discomfort of her knees because my dick was just so good. I’d fucked a lot of throats, but I’d never fucked one so amazing.
“You love my dick, baby?”
She pulled her mouth free and stroked me with her hand. A drop of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth and fell to the floor. “Yes. So much.” Her fingers caressed my balls, and she pushed my length back inside her throat.
It would be so easy for me to come inside her, to release my hot seed in the back of her throat so it could drip down into her belly. There was nothing I loved more than a good suck, gripping the back of their neck as I kept them in place to finish. But this woman was so good at everything that I wanted more. I wanted to come in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass all at the same time.
Too bad that wasn’t possible.
I pulled my dick out of her mouth and tried not to shove it back in when she made that disappointed face. “Up.”
She used my thighs as a ladder to pull herself up. Her jeans were undone, and her top was slightly bunched up from the way I’d gripped it earlier. When she was on her feet, she pulled her top over her head and stood in a lacy black bra, a push-up that highlighted the beauty of her naturally perky tits.
I’d seen a lot of tits in my life—but nothing compared to hers.
She pushed her jeans down and let them fall to the ground. What was left behind was a matching black thong.
I knew she wore the lingerie for her other date—but now I was the one who got to see it.
My hand slid up her back, and I undid her bra with a snap of my fingers. I yanked her thong down next, pushing it over her sexy hips so it could fall down to her ankles. Now that she was naked and painfully beautiful, I wanted to fuck her so hard it was a punishment. I wanted to reprimand her for bringing another man to the house. I wanted to torture her, thinking another man could fuck her as well as I could.
My body was eager to speed things up, but my lips slowed everything way down. My hands palmed her perfect tits, and I kissed her. My mouth moved achingly slowly, treasuring the softness of her lips and the way they gently moved against mine. Our breathing filled the quiet room, and the sun slowly disappeared over the horizon until we were left in the darkness. Only a few lights in the house kept the room illuminated.
I lifted her onto the dining table and dragged her ass over the edge. Her nipples were so hard they could sharpen a knife. Her voluptuous tits were paired with a slender rib cage, an hourglass frame that could put her on the cover of a dirty magazine. Her flat stomach led to a perfectly manicured pussy, nicely waxed and gorgeous. I’d already tasted her before, but now my cock just wanted to fuck her.
Fuck her so good.
I gathered her legs in my arms then pressed my cock inside her entrance, my large crown pressing through the tightness of her beautiful lips. My head could feel the moisture that was there, and that told me she’d wanted me to fuck her long before my dick was even in her mouth.
“What are you doing?” She propped herself on her elbow and pressed her hand against my stomach, her fingers hitting the thick grooves of muscle. “You aren’t fucking me without a condom.”
“If I’m not fucking anyone else, then I’m definitely fucking you without a condom.” I’d never been bare with a woman, knowing they would take the first opportunity to get knocked up. But this woman didn’t want anything to do with me, so I wasn’t worried about that.
She kept her hand on my stomach. “Show me your papers, and I’ll show you mine. Until then, put one on.”
The head of my cock could feel how wet she was, how much she wanted to take my cock deep inside her over and over. Just feeling that single inch was enough to make me ignore her and do it anyway. But once I turned over my papers, she would be mine and I could fuck her as much as I wanted.
I pulled out then rolled a condom on.
“Thank you.”
I yanked her to the edge of the table and gave a violent thrust as I shoved myself inside her. I pushed through her tightness and wetness and claimed her pussy as mine. That other guy only wished he were me. He was probably at home beating off that very moment, wishing he were fucking her instead of me.
But I was the one fucking her.
She rolled her head back sexily, her long hair catching the drops of wine that had spilled from the glasses. With her lips wide apart and a beautiful zest for life in her eyes, she was a woman being thoroughly fucked the way she liked. She didn’t miss her old date, not when she was being fucked by a dick as big as mine. “Cato…I love your dick.” She grabbed on to my hips and pulled herself into me, meeting my thrusts by dragging her body closer. Her head rolled back, she bit her lip, and then she said it again. “Such a good dick.”
My hand gripped her neck, and I pulled her into me that way, controlling her completely as I slammed my entire length inside her. I hit her over and over again, claiming this pussy as mine. Soon enough, the condom wouldn’t separate us, and I would dump all my come deep inside her, making her the first woman to have the honor.
Couldn’t wait for that moment.
She held herself on one elbow and then tugged my neck down to hers so she could kiss me. She cupped my face as she gave me a hot kiss, her legs still separated so she could keep taking my length. “Keep fucking me…just like that.”
Nothing sexier than a woman saying what she wanted. Unashamed of her sexuality, she used me the way I used her. She used me to get off, to drive herself into a scorching climax that made her toes curl.
“Right there…” She stopped kissing me so she could scream, right in my face. “Cato…yes.” She rested her forehead against mine and closed her eyes as she finished, her perfect pussy squeezing my dick like a python. She came hard and fast, drenching me with another wave of arousal. “Do it again.” She opened her eyes and shot me a fearless expression, like my disobedience wouldn’t be tolerated.
My cock had already thickened because I wanted to explode after her performance. Watching a woman take the lead while being on her back was a rare sight. All they usually did was moan and compliment me. This woman pushed me a little harder, told me how she wanted me to make her come. “I can make you come as many times as you want.”
She gave a gentle kiss to my lips, a subtle apology for her aggression. “I’ll hold you to that.”
We ended up in her bed upstairs. It was a small queen in a cramped room. The window overlooked the backyard and the hillsides in the distance. She had a migh
ty oak just outside her window, the leaves rustling with the nighttime wind.
A behemoth like me couldn’t be comfortable in a bed barely big enough for a single woman, but we made it work by placing her on top of me. She was lighter than a feather, so I hardly noticed she was there in the first place. My hand rested in the deep curve of her back and caught a few strands of hair at the same time. I watched the shadows dance on the ceiling as I held this woman, the most confusing woman on the planet.
I’d never stayed at a woman’s house before, but there I was, about to break her mattress with my weight. I’d never ambushed someone without notice, never asked a woman to stop seeing other men. I turned into a completely different man overnight—and I had no idea why.
She eventually drifted off to sleep on top of me, her even breathing possessing the same beautiful cadence as a waterfall. She was so small and beautiful, but her magnetic presence rivaled my own. It would have been easy for another man to take my place that night, and that somehow made me feel special.
Even though special wasn’t in my vocabulary.
She took a deep breath then stirred, something in her thoughts waking her up. She moved off my chest then ran her fingers through her hair, getting the long strands out of her face to reveal her smeared mascara. With heavy lids and a distinct look of exhaustion, she seemed ready to sleep for days. Instead, she got off my chest and yawned. “You should go. I have a long day tomorrow.”
Frozen in place, I couldn’t believe the simple way she kicked me out of her house.
Cato Marino.
I owned everything, and she was kicking me out?
When I didn’t speak or move, she turned to look at me, sexy with the covers barely covering her perky tits. With that sleepy look in her eyes, she looked even more beautiful tired than wide awake. The hour I spent pleasing her had drained her completely. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to you.”
