“Fuck!”
Panting harshly, I put her back on her feet and make quick work of shoving my jeans down my thighs. The moment I do, I palm my cock and nearly come when Sofia drops her panties, and reaches out for me.
I knock her hand away. “You touch me. I won’t last.” I capture her mouth, inhaling her sweet scent. My tongue slides against Sofia’s and I find I’m unable to breathe at the feelings rushing through me. This woman has a way of causing me to lose my mind and any sense of myself.
Unable to move away from the lips made for mine, I haul her back up and into my arms, pushing her up against the wall. My hand finds it’s way between her legs and the wetness my fingers slide through, feels amazing.
Sofia writhes against me, desperate for my flesh to enter her body and I can’t wait another moment. I grab my cock and shove up and inside the warmth and tightness that I’ve only felt with Sofia. Her softness closes around me and my legs tremble with an aching need to fill her with my seed so that she’s tied to me forever. So that I’m the only one who will ever experience the pleasure she offers.
Growling, I slam the door closed on those possessive, caveman thoughts, and slowly move. Sofia’s fingers dig into my shoulders as she holds on, quivering and gasping. The little murmurs from her mouth are driving me crazy to the point that I can’t control my hips. I thrust in hard and pull out slowly. I want her to feel every inch of me along the pulsing walls of her pussy.
Pinning her to the wall with the thrust of my hips leaves my hands free to cup and massage her plump breasts. Her nipples are hard rocks and the moment I pinch and rub them with my fingers, her body goes tight, a spiral of need working it’s way between us…then I feel it snap inside of Sofia. Her body pulsates on my hard flesh; kneading and tugging, until it becomes too much and I’m coming with her. My hands drop back to her ass and I hold her tight as I thrust and grind while she sucks every bit of seed from my body.
Her body is swollen and soft with small aftershocks rippling through her, keeping me hard. “I don’t want to stop,” I admit, burying my face in the curve of her neck—my favorite hiding place. “I really am truly sorry for leaving you last night.” Against my better judgment, I withdraw from her body and quickly fasten up. I pick Sofia’s pink panties up from the floor, and bending on one knee, indicate for her to step into them. The blush that coats her cheeks is sweet.
“I’m not going to be a gentleman and clean you up because I’m an asshole and love the thought of you walking around with my semen inside of you—inside your little panties.” I kiss her quivering thighs as I slip the panties over her pussy. “I want it to feel like I’m still buried deep inside of you, so that the moment you leave work and find me waiting for you, that you’ll be so wet, you’ll need me to take care of you in my car.” I bite her thigh, my eyes burning between her legs. “Hot, sweaty car sex,” I mumble my tongue pressing between her legs.
“Oh, Shane.” She thrusts her hips, enjoying my mouth nibbling on her sensitive folds. “I have cakes to make,” she pants, her fingers tugging on my hair. “Lots of cakes…” she trails off as another orgasm ripples through her.
While she’s still on the high of release, I quickly get to my feet and wrap her in my arms, my lips hovering over hers. “What time do you finish work?”
“Tonight. Six.”
“I’ll be out the back, waiting for you.” I kiss her hard and leave before I take her again.
Well, the planned apology hadn’t gone as I’d wanted, and I’d forgotten to ask her out to dinner—and no sex. I wanted her to know that she means more to me than sex. I have tonight to prove that to her.
Smiling, I get back inside my SUV, and with one last glance at the bakery, I drive home.
7
Sofia
A blush coats my cheeks for the rest of the afternoon as I finish cake-after-cake, and the ache deep inside stays with me. Shane Fletcher is potent and even now, I can feel him sliding in and out of my body. His arousal had been long and thick, bulging with wetness on the broad head. The things he makes me feel, and the way he makes my body feel, should be outlawed, or bottled and sold for millions.
He confuses me though and still at the back of my mind is the fact that he left me after my first time. I wish I could forget that, but I can’t. He’d certainly made my first time pleasurable in ways I hadn’t imagined, it was the ending that hurts me deeply. There is a part of me that hates how he makes me feel; that all he has to do is smile and touch me, and I’m spreading my legs.
In order to put my mind at rest I’m going to ask him what his intentions are because I don’t want to have my heart broken, and I have a feeling that Shane already has the power to break it. I gave that to him when I gave him my innocence. Both are something I don’t want back. I just want to know he is wanting more than just sex.
Nerves flutter in my belly when I think of what his answer might be because I know that if we don’t want the same thing then I’ll have to walk away. I think I have the strength to do that now because I won’t later down the line. First, I at least want one last time with him, and even though I don’t have experience in this kind of thing, I think I know how to make that happen. He said he’d be here at six and that he wanted me ready. I’ll be ready.
Walking toward where Shane waits patiently for me in his tank of a car, I slow my step, not really sure whose anticipation I’m actually trying to prolong. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. I’d tried to seduce Shane once before and fell flat on my face, so I’m hoping second time is a treat.
I open the car door and make sure his eyes are on mine when I toss my jacket inside, and gingerly climb into the monster car. The hard gulping noise Shane makes is really loud in the silence. I smirk and slide into the seat, closing the door behind me. “You promised me hot and sweaty car sex.”
“I didn’t mean here.” His eyes rake over my peaked nipples and move lower before he quickly snaps his gaze to mine. “You really are ready for me?” His chest rises and falls the grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles are white.
Keeping my smile to myself, I turn onto my knees and reaching over, I open his zipper. Shane hisses and chokes back a groan when my hand strokes along the thick length of his penis. He really is a big man in more ways than one.
“When I said car sex, I meant in my garage so no one can see us.” He gritted out between clenched teeth, while my hand drives him crazy “…Sofia!”
“Don’t stop me,” I whisper and dip my head into his lap.
His thighs tense and his penis lengthens—thickens—while precum oozes out onto the tip. I curl my tongue and press between the slit, and feel Shane’s muscles twitch in his stomach when I do. His fingers slide into my hair but I feel no pressure from him to take his flesh into my mouth even though that surely has to be what he wants. I want it too—I want my first taste of him on my tongue.
Slipping my lips over the broad head, I suckle and let my tongue massage and stroke the sensitive underside before I take him to the back of my throat, quickly withdrawing him to the tip. The suction I give him is affecting me in ways I never imagined it would, doing this to a guy. Shane isn’t just any guy though. He’s what dreams are made of, and he’s here with me.
My fingers slip to his heavy balls and with a slight squeeze, I find myself lifted from his body. I meet Shane’s gaze and his eyes are dark as night, a high blush on his cheekbones, and a tremble to his body all combined make me realize how much he really does want me. Me!
No words are exchanged as I hike my dress up and straddle his lap, sliding straight down his thickening penis. It throbs against the thick swollen walls of my sheath as I grip his shoulders for support. His large hands hold my bottom in place and he throws his head back against the seat. I quickly put my mouth to his neck and lick and nibble along to his collarbone.
“Sofia, what you do to me,” he mumbles, his eyes searching mine. With unsteady hands he lifts my dress up to my waist, baring me to his gaze. He quickly
moves the seat back and pushes me to rest against the steering wheel. Licking his lips, Shane focuses on where we are joined and slowly lifts me from him, the tip of him quivering in my entrance. “Watch,” he hisses and slowly lowers me down. “Your pussy wraps and clamps around me so tightly that the suction is incredible.”
He lifts me again, moaning. “Look how wet my cock is.”
I do look and feel my body tighten at the erotic picture we make. The dark hair at Shane’s groin is wet from my arousal and from that sprouts his thick penis, where the tip is buried inside of me. I can see myself spread wide around his flesh and it’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
“Of fuck,” Shane mumbles, thrusting hard and strongly inside of me. He clenches his jaw and breathes heavily while I take him into my own hands. Instinct kicks in and I start to rock on him. I unbutton my dress, baring my breasts and feel my orgasm rushing forward. Shane plays with my breasts, his thumbs and fingers rubbing my nipples, his hands kneading into my swollen flesh. On each downward rock, my clit rubs against Shane’s groin…and that’s when it happens. I grip tightly onto Shane’s wrists and convulse on him.
Pleasure ripples through me and while I’m still out of my mind, Shane wraps his arms tightly around me, buries his head between my boobs and grunts in his own release. I feel him so large inside of me with each jerk of his release. The warmth spreads through me until I collapse with my face buried in his shoulder. “I like car sex,” I mumble on a chuckle.
Shane groans. “I don’t think you realize what it does to me to know that you want me as much as I want you.” He gently strokes a hand down my back. “I wish we had a bed under us so that we wouldn’t have to move.”
“Me too.” I kiss his cheek then cupping his face, I place a tender kiss to his lips. “I want you Shane.” I smile whimsically. “This is the second time I’ve seduced you, well, the first one didn’t go as planned, but I think I’ve given myself away as to how much I want you.”
Shane has such a serious look on his face that I’m afraid he’s going to push me away again, however, this time he pulls me close. “All I know is that for the first time in my life, I want a woman close. I want you to only belong to me. I can’t help being possessive Sofia, but I meant what I said about only being with you.”
“As you know, this is my first time with a man, and I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart.”
“I’ll try my best to deserve you.”
8
Shane
“What do you mean? You’ll try your best to deserve me?” Sofia asks, cuddled in my arms while tucked into my bed.
I’m not sure how to answer her without sounding like an asshole. But I have her right? So she’s certainly worth the risk. “I don’t have a good track record with women, and I’m ashamed to admit that until you, I’ve always used them. Some have used me in the same way, and others thought that they could change me. The thing is, I’ve not wanted to change until I met you, or until I took your sweet innocence. You’re addictive Sofia McKenzie.”
She snuggles closer and lifts her head to look at me, a gentle hand caressing my jaw. “I like you the way you are Shane. Apart from our first time together, you haven’t done anything to make me want to change you. I’m attracted to you. But, I guess I really don’t understand what you mean as to why anyone would want to change you.”
Sighing heavily, I admit, “I was a womanizer, Sofia—meaning I dated more than one at a time, which is why it’s important to me that you believe me when I say it’s only you. I don’t want or need anyone else now that I have you… God, I can’t stop thinking about you. For the first time in like ever, I’m distracted by a woman.” I laugh and kiss her forehead, tucking her head into my neck. “I haven’t done this before.”
“Done what?”
“Woken up in bed with a woman. Snuggled up with a woman in my arms and just talked, even though I’m hoping for morning sex before we move from the bed.”
Her hand starts to move suggestively downwards from my chest, but I capture it with my larger one. “Not yet. I want to enjoy just holding you for now.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “I’m really comfy right where I am. I seriously don’t want to move.”
“Then don’t. Stay with me all day and I can take you home for clothes if you need me to, although I’m partial to you wearing mine.” I grin and unable to resist her sweet upturned lips, I lean closer and kiss her. The kiss quickly becomes harder, more searching, and I find having a bare, soft, and warm Sofia climbing all over me, is hotter than car sex. Her breasts press against my chest and one of her legs slides between mine as she gets comfortable. I can’t control the hard throb of my erection as it’s cushioned against her stomach. She’s all soft and sweetness to my hard and darkness and I find she’s already become my addiction.
Her stomach lets out a loud growl, which stills us both until she starts laughing. “I guess you’re going to have to feed me soon.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that. Cooking in my kitchen while you sit there looking sweet and innocent wearing one of my shirts—only one of my shirts.” I grin. “I like that idea a lot.”
“I can feel how much you like that idea.” Sofia sits up and throws the covers from the bed. Her small hand wraps around my pulsating erection and she slowly slides down. Having her sitting on me the way she is with her arms up and her hands in her hair, the way her breasts sway with each movement of her body, and most of all the way it feels having her stroking and cherishing me, is quickly bringing me to the brink of release.
“You look as delicious as I thought you would in my kitchen wearing my shirt.”
“I feel extremely exposed.”
“Feel free to expose yourself for my pleasure anytime.” Chuckling, I turn and can’t take the grin from my face.
Sofia has a way of making me feel different. She makes me feel like a different person—like someone who doesn’t have the weight of the world on my shoulders. It doesn’t help that I have both my mother and sister coming at me from different directions. Realistically, it should only be Monica as it’s her wedding, but unfortunately, mother wants to take it over.
“That’s a heavy sigh, what’s wrong?”
Leaning against the counter top, I let my gaze caress over Sofia. She looks so soft and comfortable, I just want to wrap my arms around her and have all my problems dissolve.
“I was thinking about my family, and how I’m tired of Monica and Mom being at each other’s throats over things that have already been organized. Mom loves interfering and now is no different.”
“You don’t have the same relationship with your mom as I do with mine.”
I shake my head. “She hasn’t always been around, and pretty much left me to raise Monica when I was twelve.” I shrug. “Dad was around for a couple of years after that, but then he died and we did everything we could to stay together. Mom only came back because she was forced to. Gradually she started moving on again when I was sixteen. By then I’d already shown a high aptitude with computers and programming. I sold my first game when I was seventeen.” Shaking my head, I lift Sofia from the chair and settle her on my lap, needing her close. “I didn’t tell anyone, but it meant that I could support Monica. As soon as she turned eighteen, and there was no way social services would interfere, I sold another game.”
Sofia kisses my cheek and holds my gaze as I continue, “I moved Monica and I to a real nice apartment, close to the school Monica wanted to go to. Of course, Mom showed up soon after realizing I had money. I said no…It wasn’t always easy to say no.” I sigh. “Anyway, now she’s married to a rich guy and thinks she has to act as a mother to Monica. I think she’s doing it because of him and not because she actually wants to be a Mom.” I kiss her shoulder and add, “Not that I’m psychoanalyzing myself, but I think how I’ve always been with women is more out of protection than anything else. You see, my Dad loved my Mom, and it destroyed him when she left.”
I offer a mi
rthless laugh. “Deep conversation for the morning.”
Sofia shakes her head. “No it isn’t. I was curious as to what shaped you into how you are today, so I now know, and it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
My heart beats in panic before settling and I start feeling like I can handle being attached to Sofia. I mean I’ve already told her I want her for myself, so I was already there, I just hadn’t realized how there I am. “How do you feel about me?”
“I’m not sure you’re ready for me to tell you that.”
“I wasn’t sure either, until right now.”
Her fingers lightly caress my scalp and move down to my whiskered jaw. “I like you Shane. Not just the sexy smirk that twitches at your lips when you watch me, not just the way your thighs look in slacks, but the whole package. Your voice makes me want to drop my panties, but most of all I like being in your arms, like we are now. You just holding me makes me happy…you have the power to hurt me, Shane—very badly. Please don’t.”
I search her gaze and desperately want to promise her I won’t. Luckily, I’m saved from answering when Monica walks in still wearing her pajamas, a yawn at her lips. Her eyes widen the moment she spots us and they widen even more when it registers whom I’m with.
“Sofia,” she mumbles. “I had no idea you and…” she waves her hand around, “are, um…um, fucking.”
Sofia stiffens in my arms and I’m pissed at Monica for being so callous when she must know that Sofia means more to me than any other woman I’ve been with. I tighten my arms around Sofia, and between clenched teeth, I tell Monica, “We aren’t fucking. I don’t want to hear that term attached to what Sofia and I are doing. We’re in a relationship, which means she’ll be my guest at your wedding dinner, and wedding.”
“Oh.” Monica grabs juice out of the fridge and a bagel out of the breadbasket and disappears from the kitchen with that one word hanging over us.
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