Making Him Want It. Renee Luke
her sopping wet t–back, black lacy panties. Wet enough to get her juices on his cock that was tucked against her. Yep, she’d better be able to write this. It was the new material she’d been searching for.
With the bashful Kat making an appearance, doubt started to form. What was she doing? Her heartbeat quickened. Shaking off her unease, she pulled the new Kat out, full of confidence and—hiss—sassy cat. Relaxing into his embrace, she urged him on.
Mr. Gorgeous ground his hips again, wedging his erection between Kat’s lips but not yet entering. Damn panties. She should have gone without. What had she been thinking? Apparently she hadn’t been, because with the cloth in the way, how was she going to get him inside her? Now!
He solved the problem easily enough, reinforcing what she already knew. She was out of her mind with lust. He slid one hand beneath her butt, found the line of cloth, and yanked it to the side. Far enough to the side so the panties moved sufficiently for him to get inside her.
Kat couldn’t help the little whimper she made when he eased away from her. Far enough to put ten inches between them. Ten inches that disappeared when he slammed into her.
“Yeeessss!” she cried out. Her body stretched to make room for him. But he didn’t stay—damn him. He slid out, taking the hard length of his dick in his hand and rubbing his silken head around her vagina, first easing the lips open, then finding the button of her clit. He pushed against it several times. What the hell? Was he trying to make her cum before she’d even had a good hard fucking?
“Inside me.”
He didn’t answer, just kept up his slow torment to her clit until she knew she was going to cum. There was heat everywhere; her body felt like bursting, her fiery skin was so tight. And then his swollen head probed her clit one more time and a bolt of hot light caused her to shatter. The convulsions of climax made her pussy quiver, then her entire body succumbed to the tremors, leaving Kat out of breath and dizzy. No one had ever brought about such a quick orgasm.
He must have known a woman’s body pretty damn well because he waited a few moments—for her to enjoy it—before he plunged in. He was inside of her so deep his mat of pubic hair ground into her manicured triangle. Kat was surprised she could take a cock as big as his. She could feel him everywhere. The tips of her toes rejoiced. Her nipples became so tight they hurt and only a warm damp tongue could help them. Poor things. Not this time, maybe the next, she mused, already thinking she was going to have to do this again.
Once he got started he didn’t quit. Oh, yeah, baby, he was hitting his stride. His strokes lengthened, each time slipping out a little farther, then driving hard into her again. The new sexy Kat was enjoying the ride.
Jamal pushed inside her again, hardly able to think while he was buried in heaven. What the hell was he doing again? In the alley with a stranger? But with passion pushing all the right buttons, he couldn’t have walked away had he wanted to. Her pussy gripped him, unwilling to let him go. He surged in. Retreated. Surged in. Ground his hips. Retreated. Again and again and again and again, until a dusting of sweat arose across his brow.
Trying to get a grip on his out of control restraint, he tried to back off. To slow down. A rush of heat started where he was joined with her. He fought for breath in the sultry night air. A liquid current stole over him like a wildfire to dry grass, causing ripples of flame to cover every spot on his body.
He hadn’t noticed the biting sting of her nails when they dug into the flesh of his shoulder; not until the hottie withdrew her claws. She moved her seductive fingertips up his neck, then higher so she could glide her palms over his shaved head. “Yeah, I like them both,” she whispered.
Her bedroom voice built the tension in his body. His muscles bunched, straining, working as he pumped into her. And when the tension reached crescendo, he knew he was about to cum. He wanted this honey to join him.
Slipping a hand between them, Jamal found her clit with his fingers. She was wet for him, his thumb swirling in her cropped, black hair. To hell with holding back. He needed it all now. Grinding into her wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
Orgasm hit fast and intense. She trembled around him, whimpering sweetly. On his final surge, her lush lips opened, letting out a husky cry. His body shook and he grunted a primal sound from the back of his throat. He climaxed. Biting back his holler of victory in fear of discovery, he buried his face in the curve of her neck. The feminine scent of her smooth skin mixed with the heady odor of sex and latex. Each of her little pants and moans sent a shimmering of warm air across his sweat–dampened skin.
It took Kat awhile to catch her breath and to keep the blush of shame from crossing her cheeks. She didn’t urge him away but took comfort in his half–hard cock inside her. In his nearness. Her body sated, conservative Kat was returning. But it wasn’t regret she was feeling, more like confusion.
What happened to her? Was it the dirty dancing in the club? The sensual hum of the bass? Having the power of freedom to take a man of her choosing? And, she’d wanted this stud all right. She could feel him getting hard again; the longer they remained locked together. She could do him some more, all right. But run the risk of forgetting the details she needed to write her next piece? Not! Her deadline was looming and that, after all, was what this escapade was about.
Putting her hands on his chest, she gave a little shove. He backed away, his dick sliding from her sex. The creamy liquid droplets lingered white against his dark brown skin and black pubic hair. Evidence of her arousal and climax. Unable to resist, she swirled one finger into it, then in a light glide, slid down his semi–hard cock.
She hitched her hip to the side. “Thanks, I needed that,” Kat said, shaking off her insecurities and calling upon the façade she’d created for the evening.
The gleam of his white teeth cut through the darkness. She liked his smile. Her heart skittered. She pretended his grin had no effect on her.
Liar.
“You all right?” he asked, bending to gather his pants and drag them up over his hips.
Oh, yeah, men’s macho crap that they can fuck anything that walks and has a pussy but women are too soft–hearted. Too bad in this case, it was hitting the nail on the head. It could take her weeks to recover, to get her emotions in check. Kat gulped, then forced what she hoped was a sexy smile. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He shrugged but remained silent as he zipped, buttoned, then buckled up. “Women just tend to feel a little funny…after.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. If his skin hadn’t been so rich and dark she would’ve sworn he blushed.
“Don’t worry about me. I got just what I wanted.” Kat’s eyes studied his handsome features.
Unexpectedly, he reached out and tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re made for sex.”
Thinking of her job and all the research, she silently agreed. Most people thought that if you sold sex for money you were a prostitute. She laughed at the idea. Don’t they know better? Don’t they know their spouses were reading what she wrote to get their ideas? They ought to. She bit her bottom lip to suppress a grin.
“I know,” she said, thinking of all the men who’d be getting off on reading her fictional account of tonight.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Thanks, but no. I’ve got to go.” She didn’t wait around. She couldn’t or she might take him up on his offer, just to get to know him better.
Gathering her deflated pluck, she decided walking away was the best thing to do. She didn’t want to think about good–bye kisses or other awkward bullshit. Shifting her hips so the fall of the mini would look natural, she sauntered down the alley toward the front street, her spiked heels clicking a beat to each step.
“What’s your name?” he called after her.
She paused. A moment passed. She’d gotten just what she’d come for, but something about him made