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“Holy fuck, Allie.” He arched up into me, his eyes conveying raw desire.
I pushed down and leaned forward, grinding against him to get the clit pressure I sought. I rocked as he pushed up and we quickly found our rhythm.
“You’re so fucking good, so fucking tight, oh my God,” he got out between ragged breaths.
I loved the dirty talk we sometimes engaged in. We fit so well. His cock was made for me and I for him.
I leaned forward, offering my breasts again, and we worked ourselves up to the edge.
He took the weight of my breasts in his hands and fondled me gently before tweaking my nipples. Each time he did, sparks raced through me.
“You have the greatest breasts. Have I told you that?”
“Never,” I lied.
He had complimented my boobs a few dozen times, along with my eyes, my lips, my pussy, my ass, and my legs—maybe not in that order.
His hands guided me for a few strokes, grinding me against him. Then he took his thumb to my magic button. Working my clit he sent quickly over the precipice. The suddenness of my climax surprised me. My blood sang as electricity rattled through my bones and spasms overtook me.
A second later, I felt the throbbing inside me as he reached the end of his rope. With a roar, he came with me. It was a sound I’d come to love.
Maybe Tarzan was a better nickname for him than shark, but I wasn’t telling anybody. The king of the jungle was all mine.
As the waves receded, I collapsed onto his chest, panting and fulfilled. I could feel his heart beating with mine, as linked as two people could be.
The pulsing of his cock inside me slowly diminished. I relished the connection we had as a true couple. We had become partners, the Shark of Wall Street and me. He had made me feel things I never expected to feel, either physically or emotionally.
Sex with Evan had become more than soul-blistering orgasms. The connection bonded us tighter every time. It was something I’d been slow to realize. It was something I’d never understood until now. This had to be what love was, a word I’d known, but not truly understood.
My breathing slowly returned to normal, and I slid off of him. After returning from the bathroom with a warm washcloth for my man, I snuggled up against him, one leg over his and my head on his shoulder, listening to my man’s heart.
I was his and he was mine.
CHAPTER41
Alexa
Evan wasout at the Hampton’s place doing something or other, so at ten, I took a break and decided a nice hot cup from Starbucks was what I needed.
I was a few blocks from the coffee shop deciding between a cappuccino, a latte, or just a simple mocha when he ambushed me.
“Hi there,” Martin, the slimeball from the gala, said as he pushed off the building and hobbled alongside me in a walking cast. How could this guy have ever been Evan’s friend?
I increased my stride. “How’s the foot, Morton?” The nerve of this guy to proposition me at the gala over the weekend and now show up outside our building.
“Martin, and it’s broken. I can’t drive for another six weeks thanks to you.”
“Maybe it’ll remind you not to hit on another man’s girlfriend.”
He skipped to keep up. “I can see why he likes you. You’re a spunky one.”
“Leave me alone unless you want your other foot to match.”
It didn’t faze him, and since I was in Nikes it wasn’t my best threat. “I didn’t get into Columbia like you. Did you know that?”
The coffee shop was still two blocks away. “Didn’t know and don’t care.” If I jogged the distance, I’d be free of him, but running away from assholes wasn’t my style.
“I went to Buffalo State because I didn't have a sugar daddy to get me into Columbia like you did.”
