Page 84 of Black Light: Cured

Stalking forward, I corner her, caging her with my arms. With a smirk, I take the condom foil out from

between my teeth and hand it to her so I can unlock the door.

“Lucky girl, you beat me. I guess that means you get fucked inside the room.” It takes no time at all

to shove her inside and lock the door behind us. I reach inside my pocket and grab her panties, pulling

them out as I give her a wicked smile. Throwing my jacket to the ground, I yank on the ends my shirt

to get them out of the way and unbutton my pants, letting them fall to the floor, pausing long enough to

toe my shoes off and kick the pants away. I stand there in my shirt, socks, and underwear, devouring

her with my gaze.

She falls to her knees in front of me without a word and pulls down my boxer briefs, letting the

head of my cock spring out and graze my lower abs. The plans I had in place for the panties fall to the

wayside as the heat of her mouth teases me and I drop them to the floor. Groaning, I reach down and

thread my fingers through her hair, once more saddened that it’s bone straight and not the wild curls I

saw that first night.

I gather the strands in my fist and hold them away from her face so I can watch her lips slide along

my crown, kissing the sensitive skin before trailing down the underside of my shaft while cupping my

balls. I pulse, my cock grazing the soft skin of her lips. I need to be inside her. Anywhere. I don’t care

at this point.

“Enough foreplay,” I force out between gritted teeth. “Either get this condom on, or I’m fucking

your mouth.”

Eyes wide, she fumbles with the foil and tears it open. With slow, agonizing movements, she

positions it and rolls the rubber over my shaft before pulling back to stare at her handiwork. Reaching

down, I stroke myself through the condom.

“Good girl.” I lean down and slide my hands under her arms, pulling her up to a standing position.

From there, I wrap her arms around my neck and move my hands under her ass to lift her up, putting

her lower lips in line with my cock.

The heat from her body is tantalizing, tormenting. Carrying her to the door, I press her back

against the wood and force her legs to wrap around my midsection as I kiss her with a wild abandon I

haven’t felt since high school.

There’s something about this woman, this ‘miracle worker’ massage therapist, that’s captured part

of my soul and won’t let go. Easing back from mouth, I line my tip up with her entrance, only pausing