of the strong woman before him. She lifted to her toes and pressed her warm fingers to his face, pulling him down for her kiss.
He leaned into her, his hands sliding around her waist, one trailing down to cup the perfect curve of her ass, the other getting lost in her hair as his body lit on fire. He pressed his tongue deep into her mouth, Kate taking his offering and sucking long, strong pulls on it. He groaned and wrapped his fingers in the silky locks of her hair, the need to explore every inch of her driving him toward madness. He pressed his hips forward, grinding himself against the softness of her stomach as her fingers dipped into the back of his pants, one sliding down to squeeze his ass.
Her nails scratched at his soft skin as he continued his assault on her mouth. He moved them toward the couch and she purred softly. He broke the kiss, needing to see her expression.
"Fuck you're beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her again, wrapping her in a tight hug and engulfing her with his body. Pausing at the couch, Jon tugged the bottom of her shirt up, tossing it behind him as her breasts sat heavy in her little black bra. He breathed in quickly through his teeth before sitting down on the couch and reaching to move her in front of him.
"Just sex. Just fucking, okay?" she whispered, her eyes a little wider than they should be. She was scared. Why? How many times had she given Marcus access to her body?
"Okay, baby," he whispered, not sure what her reference was to. Did Marcus hurt her? Just sex? He ignored the demand to push the subject, the soft skin of her stomach taking his attention. She reached for the front of her slacks, but he caught her hands, looking up at her.
"No. Just relax and let me take my time. You don't like what I'm doing and you just tell me, okay?"
She nodded, the strong woman that ran the club still downstairs. The unsure girl in front of him left his cock even harder, his heart pounding at the idea of needing more than sex from her.
"Oh," he whispered to himself, leaning in and pressing his face softly to her middle as realization washed over him. She just wanted sex... not love. He reached up and rubbed his hands up her ribs, around her back and made quick work of her bra, pulling it toward him and growling softly as he eyed her breasts. Her little pert nipples were rose colored and hard as pebbles.
"Oh what, Jon?" she whispered, her voice sultry and soft. He swallowed the need to groan, the sudden worry of not being able to hold his own with her rushing up to choke him. He shoved it back down and leaned in, his hand sliding round one of her breasts as he leaned up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly, the slight jerking of her hips giving him confidence that she needed him as much as he needed her.
He licked at her body, moving back to look up at her. "Oh, you just want sex and want me to leave your heart be..."
"Yes. Exactly. Glad you understand." She knelt before him, her hands steady, her eyes filled with lust as she worked on his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants from his body, his underwear being discarded next.
"Not my style, but for you I'll try." He sat up, his erection throbbing as he pressed it to her stomach, his lips finding hers again in a long hot kiss. Her fingers wrapped around him and he groaned against her mouth, his need to thrust into her hold almost overriding his control. He pulled her fingers from his shaft and tugged at her to stand again.
She did, grumbling under her breath as he chuckled. He made quick work of her slacks, the tiny black silk left for his eyes to wander across was wet at her center. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to it, licking around the edges of her panties as his fingers dug into her perfect thighs.
"No," she whispered.
"Yes." He moved to his knees on the couch, pointing down at the unoccupied cushions. "Lay down and hush. I'm going to taste you. I haven't stopped thinking about it all
He leaned into her, his hands sliding around her waist, one trailing down to cup the perfect curve of her ass, the other getting lost in her hair as his body lit on fire. He pressed his tongue deep into her mouth, Kate taking his offering and sucking long, strong pulls on it. He groaned and wrapped his fingers in the silky locks of her hair, the need to explore every inch of her driving him toward madness. He pressed his hips forward, grinding himself against the softness of her stomach as her fingers dipped into the back of his pants, one sliding down to squeeze his ass.
Her nails scratched at his soft skin as he continued his assault on her mouth. He moved them toward the couch and she purred softly. He broke the kiss, needing to see her expression.
"Fuck you're beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her again, wrapping her in a tight hug and engulfing her with his body. Pausing at the couch, Jon tugged the bottom of her shirt up, tossing it behind him as her breasts sat heavy in her little black bra. He breathed in quickly through his teeth before sitting down on the couch and reaching to move her in front of him.
"Just sex. Just fucking, okay?" she whispered, her eyes a little wider than they should be. She was scared. Why? How many times had she given Marcus access to her body?
"Okay, baby," he whispered, not sure what her reference was to. Did Marcus hurt her? Just sex? He ignored the demand to push the subject, the soft skin of her stomach taking his attention. She reached for the front of her slacks, but he caught her hands, looking up at her.
"No. Just relax and let me take my time. You don't like what I'm doing and you just tell me, okay?"
She nodded, the strong woman that ran the club still downstairs. The unsure girl in front of him left his cock even harder, his heart pounding at the idea of needing more than sex from her.
"Oh," he whispered to himself, leaning in and pressing his face softly to her middle as realization washed over him. She just wanted sex... not love. He reached up and rubbed his hands up her ribs, around her back and made quick work of her bra, pulling it toward him and growling softly as he eyed her breasts. Her little pert nipples were rose colored and hard as pebbles.
"Oh what, Jon?" she whispered, her voice sultry and soft. He swallowed the need to groan, the sudden worry of not being able to hold his own with her rushing up to choke him. He shoved it back down and leaned in, his hand sliding round one of her breasts as he leaned up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly, the slight jerking of her hips giving him confidence that she needed him as much as he needed her.
He licked at her body, moving back to look up at her. "Oh, you just want sex and want me to leave your heart be..."
"Yes. Exactly. Glad you understand." She knelt before him, her hands steady, her eyes filled with lust as she worked on his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants from his body, his underwear being discarded next.
"Not my style, but for you I'll try." He sat up, his erection throbbing as he pressed it to her stomach, his lips finding hers again in a long hot kiss. Her fingers wrapped around him and he groaned against her mouth, his need to thrust into her hold almost overriding his control. He pulled her fingers from his shaft and tugged at her to stand again.
She did, grumbling under her breath as he chuckled. He made quick work of her slacks, the tiny black silk left for his eyes to wander across was wet at her center. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to it, licking around the edges of her panties as his fingers dug into her perfect thighs.
"No," she whispered.
"Yes." He moved to his knees on the couch, pointing down at the unoccupied cushions. "Lay down and hush. I'm going to taste you. I haven't stopped thinking about it all
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