One Foolish Night
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“Who says I need a bed?” she challenged him, knowing that for now she had the upper hand.
“I do.” Paul dipped his head to her cleavage. “A woman like you deserves something soft against her back. A woman like you deserves a whole lot of things.” He planted small kisses along her exposed flesh while his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed gently.
Holly tossed her head back, leaning it against the low roof of the car. “And what are you planning to give me, Paul?”
“I’m going to give you every last inch of my cock, my fingers, my lips, and my tongue, and I’m going to fuck you until I’m too exhausted to move another limb. Will that do for a start?” He lifted his head and locked eyes with her.
She swallowed, her insides heating at the knowledge that there would be no holding back tonight. “It might.” She paused for effect. “If I get to taste your cock before you drive it into me and ride me with it.”
Paul groaned and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, they were blazing at her. “Fuck, Holly!”
He released her all of a sudden, slammed the car door shut and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to the door with him. Holly heard keys clink against each other, then Paul jammed one into the lock and unlocked the door.
A moment later she was inside the dim foyer and the door shut behind them. A low lamp from the stairs provided enough light so she could see Paul’s silhouette.
“You wanna suck me?” he asked gruffly.
Her lips formed into a smile. She loved seeing him like this, knowing she was robbing him of his control.
“You didn’t think it would be enough for me only to touch your magnificent cock through your pants, did you?” She reached for him and pressed him against the door at his back.
Paul voiced no protest. “Then take me out and get on your knees. Show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth.”
Holly pressed her hand over his bulge, noticing how it had grown even bigger since she’d touched him in the car. Then her hands moved higher, and she started to unzip him. Slowly, yet without hesitation.
4
He’d gone completely insane! There he was, standing in the foyer of his parents’ house, ordering Holly to take his hard-on out of his pants and suck him.
Paul ran a shaky hand through his hair. Why was he behaving like a caveman with her? He was the suave seducer, the man who wined and dined his dates, who seduced them with tender touches and sweet words, with passionate kisses and expert lovemaking. He didn’t order women to get on their knees to suck him—not because he didn’t like a good blowjob (he did as much as the next guy), but because that particular pleasure wasn’t something most women were willing to grant on a first date. Asking for it made any man look like a selfish lover. And he certainly wasn’t that.
But there was something about Holly that turned him into a much more dominant and demanding lover than he liked to see himself. In fact, she drove him positively wild.
Holly’s warm hands shoved his pants to midthigh, lowering his boxer briefs in the same movement. When her palms brushed the front of his thighs, he welcomed the electrical charge that raced through his body, and pressed himself more firmly against the oak door at his back.
He stared down at her, not wanting to miss a single second of their erotic encounter. His cock jerked when Holly dropped to her knees, bringing her head in line with his groin. Her mouth opened and her pink tongue appeared and swiped over the head of his cock in an almost leisurely action. The contact nearly made him choke on his next breath.
“Fuck!” He’d never felt anything as electrifying as the gentle caress of Holly’s tongue. Instinctively, he pressed his hands flat against the wood, trying to stop himself from taking her head and shoving his cock into her mouth like the impatient man he was.
Instead, he took a steadying breath and watched as Holly licked all the way down the sensitive underside of his shaft, while her hands moved up his thighs until one brushed over his balls.
Paul nearly jumped out of his skin. He suppressed a curse and clenched his jaw. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over sooner than he wanted it to be.
The vixen at his feet continued her tantalizing torture by licking his cock as if it were an ice cream cone, her warm tongue lubricating him, the texture of it making him hiss with pleasure. With every swipe she heightened his arousal, and with every second that passed, he grew more impatient to bury himself in her sweet heat.
He’d never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he wanted to drive his cock into Holly, and he didn’t care whether it was her mouth or her pussy he invaded first. Either seemed equally thrilling. Though he had to admit that seeing her kneel in front of him and feeling her tongue pleasure him made one option slightly more tempting at this moment than the other.
“I do.” Paul dipped his head to her cleavage. “A woman like you deserves something soft against her back. A woman like you deserves a whole lot of things.” He planted small kisses along her exposed flesh while his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed gently.
Holly tossed her head back, leaning it against the low roof of the car. “And what are you planning to give me, Paul?”
“I’m going to give you every last inch of my cock, my fingers, my lips, and my tongue, and I’m going to fuck you until I’m too exhausted to move another limb. Will that do for a start?” He lifted his head and locked eyes with her.
She swallowed, her insides heating at the knowledge that there would be no holding back tonight. “It might.” She paused for effect. “If I get to taste your cock before you drive it into me and ride me with it.”
Paul groaned and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, they were blazing at her. “Fuck, Holly!”
He released her all of a sudden, slammed the car door shut and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to the door with him. Holly heard keys clink against each other, then Paul jammed one into the lock and unlocked the door.
A moment later she was inside the dim foyer and the door shut behind them. A low lamp from the stairs provided enough light so she could see Paul’s silhouette.
“You wanna suck me?” he asked gruffly.
Her lips formed into a smile. She loved seeing him like this, knowing she was robbing him of his control.
“You didn’t think it would be enough for me only to touch your magnificent cock through your pants, did you?” She reached for him and pressed him against the door at his back.
Paul voiced no protest. “Then take me out and get on your knees. Show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth.”
Holly pressed her hand over his bulge, noticing how it had grown even bigger since she’d touched him in the car. Then her hands moved higher, and she started to unzip him. Slowly, yet without hesitation.
4
He’d gone completely insane! There he was, standing in the foyer of his parents’ house, ordering Holly to take his hard-on out of his pants and suck him.
Paul ran a shaky hand through his hair. Why was he behaving like a caveman with her? He was the suave seducer, the man who wined and dined his dates, who seduced them with tender touches and sweet words, with passionate kisses and expert lovemaking. He didn’t order women to get on their knees to suck him—not because he didn’t like a good blowjob (he did as much as the next guy), but because that particular pleasure wasn’t something most women were willing to grant on a first date. Asking for it made any man look like a selfish lover. And he certainly wasn’t that.
But there was something about Holly that turned him into a much more dominant and demanding lover than he liked to see himself. In fact, she drove him positively wild.
Holly’s warm hands shoved his pants to midthigh, lowering his boxer briefs in the same movement. When her palms brushed the front of his thighs, he welcomed the electrical charge that raced through his body, and pressed himself more firmly against the oak door at his back.
He stared down at her, not wanting to miss a single second of their erotic encounter. His cock jerked when Holly dropped to her knees, bringing her head in line with his groin. Her mouth opened and her pink tongue appeared and swiped over the head of his cock in an almost leisurely action. The contact nearly made him choke on his next breath.
“Fuck!” He’d never felt anything as electrifying as the gentle caress of Holly’s tongue. Instinctively, he pressed his hands flat against the wood, trying to stop himself from taking her head and shoving his cock into her mouth like the impatient man he was.
Instead, he took a steadying breath and watched as Holly licked all the way down the sensitive underside of his shaft, while her hands moved up his thighs until one brushed over his balls.
Paul nearly jumped out of his skin. He suppressed a curse and clenched his jaw. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over sooner than he wanted it to be.
The vixen at his feet continued her tantalizing torture by licking his cock as if it were an ice cream cone, her warm tongue lubricating him, the texture of it making him hiss with pleasure. With every swipe she heightened his arousal, and with every second that passed, he grew more impatient to bury himself in her sweet heat.
He’d never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he wanted to drive his cock into Holly, and he didn’t care whether it was her mouth or her pussy he invaded first. Either seemed equally thrilling. Though he had to admit that seeing her kneel in front of him and feeling her tongue pleasure him made one option slightly more tempting at this moment than the other.
