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“Hell yeah.” Her blue eyes are bright and beautiful, the hunger making them sparkle.
It’s hard to keep my expression chill as I rest my hand on her lower back and guide her toward the stairs.
I greet people as I ascend, only half paying attention to the shit they’re saying to me. I can’t think straight. I’m about to have sex with a redhead bombshell whose tongue tastes like pineapple and sin all rolled into one.
Nudging the first door open, I see it’s occupied and yell out my apologies for not noticing the sock on the door. Two rooms later, we finally find one that’s empty.
By this time, the heat between us is a fucking inferno, and the second the door clicks shut, I pull her against me. Her tongue’s back in my mouth, our movements frantic as we wrestle with buttons and zippers.
My pants bunch around my ankles and I trip out of them, flopping onto the bed and bringing her with me. Her little yelp and following laughter ring in my ears.
“You okay?” I check nothing got bruised when we crashed together, a tangle of limbs and half-naked bodies.
“Yeah. I’m good.” She sits up, straddling me with an alluring smile that makes Mr. Jones—yes, I named my dick after Tom because the guy’s a fucking legend—want to pop on the spot.
My hard ridge settles beneath her wet pussy, begging me to rip those panties right off her and get down to business.
But first things first. Reaching up, I cup her boobs, lightly playing with her nipples as I take my time admiring them. They popped right out of her dress the second I pulled it off her shoulders, and damn, they’re as sexy as I thought they’d be.
And how do they taste?
I glide the tip of my tongue between them, rounding the right one and sucking her beaded nipple into my mouth.
She groans, tipping her head back to give me better access.
Fucking delicious.
Pinching her now-glistening nipple, I work my way up her neck, over her chin, and find her tongue again. It’s warm and sweet, and fuck, she’s fire.
I pull back for some air, loving her soft little pants on my shoulder. Is her heart racing as fast as mine?
Cupping her ass, I grind myself against her, watching her tits jiggle as she lets out a squeak of pleasure.
Fuck, I’m battling the urge to make this the quickest sex I’ve ever had.
But she’s gorgeous, and I want to take my time. Explore.
But holy hell, she’s so fucking hot, I want to bury myself inside her and pump like I’m running a sprint at the Olympics.
“We seriously need to get these off.” Her fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers, and she gives them a little flick before rising to her knees so I can pull them off.
I’ve never wanted to be naked more in my life, I swear.
Kicking the annoying fabric off my feet, I can practically hear Jonesy whining when I don’t insert him directly into this sexy woman. He wants me to part those beautiful legs and plunge.
But I’ve just spotted something worth investigating. As she pulls the lacy black fabric down her legs, I see a little red heart on her hip.
“What’s this?” I rub my thumb over it with a grin. “You’ve got a tattoo?”
She laughs. “Not as many as you. This is just a little…” She gazes down at it.
“A little what?”
“It’s my Queen of Hearts.”
I grin, knowing there’s a story behind it but not having the patience to ask. My body won’t let me do anything other than roll her onto her back and lean down to kiss the Q beneath the heart. It’s fucking sexy, that little splash of color on her hip bone. Sucking it into my mouth, I walk my fingers up her inner thighs and quickly discover that yes, her pussy is a hot, wet oasis.
Her whimpers of pleasure while I stroke her swollen clit, then start sucking on her tits is a sweet kind of torture. I need her. Mr. Jones is fucking begging for release, and I only just hold out.
