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“You know why I think I like M&M’s so much?” I moved to the little table and grabbed a package before tearing off the top.
“Because they’re better than Hot Tamales?”
“Because they remind me of you.” I held one up, and he let his mouth fall open so I could set the candy on his tongue.
“Do M&M’s have big dicks and do romantic gestures?”
“They’re hard on the outside and soft on the inside.” I smiled up at him as I popped a few pieces into my mouth before offering him some more. This time, he held my wrist and pulled my fingers into his mouth.
“I’m definitely hard on the outside.”
“That you are,” I said, as my free hand reached between us and stroked his erection through his jeans.
He groaned. “I want to let you paint, but I also want to fuck you really badly.”
My head fell back in laughter at his words and his honesty. I loved that he just said what he thought. Always had.
“How about I slip into that painter’s smock with nothing beneath, and you can have your way with me? I’ve never painted in the nude.”
“Jesus. It’s like I gave us both a gift.” He reached down and tugged my sweater over my head before dropping to his knees to help me out of my boots and then removing my jeans and my panties. I stood there in nothing but a bra, and he pushed to stand, reaching behind me and unsnapping my bra, letting it drop to the floor.
“Am I the only one that’s going to stand here naked?”
“Fuck, Presley. I wish I could paint because I’d paint you. You’re fucking perfect. So goddamn pretty I can’t see straight when I’m with you.” His large hand covered one side of my neck as his thumb grazed my jaw. His words were overwhelming me because he wasn’t big on sharing a lot. So, when Cage Reynolds paid you a compliment, you knew he meant it.
“Damn, Cowboy. You know I’m already a sure thing. But you just sealed the deal.”
He smiled and stepped back, reaching for the smock and pulling the top strap over my head. The front barely covered my boobs, and he moved around to my backside and tied it at the waist.
My entire ass was bare to him, and he kissed my neck as I walked forward a few steps and rested my hands on the stool. I glanced over my shoulder, and my teeth sank into my bottom lip.
“You want me to fuck you from back here, my wild raven?”
I nodded. “It would be a shame to waste the view, wouldn’t it?”
“I have the best view in the house,” he said, as his fingers ran down my back and over my ass.
He surprised me when he dropped to his knees and gripped my hips as his tongue swiped across my pussy. I gasped at the feel of him, his tongue and his lips on me.
I pushed back against him just as he moved to his feet, and I heard the zipper of his pants moving down.
“I love that you’re already soaked and ready for me.”
“Always,” I whispered. It was the truth.
He teased my entrance with the tip of his dick before pushing inside me, and I fell forward on a gasp. The sensation was so overwhelming I felt tears prick my eyes. I was overcome with emotion.
Feeling connected to this man.
Like I belonged here.
Like I belonged to him.
I pushed back, wanting more. Wanting all of him.
For as long as I could have him.
He gripped my hip with one hand before his other hand slipped in the front of the painter’s smock, and his hand covered my breast as he pulled me up, my back against his front. And he thrust into me, over and over.
