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CHAPTER TEN

KAMRYN

F rom the confines of our couch, I look up from my laptop at Bailey walking out of her bedroom. “Are you going to Daddy Tanner’s for a little harpooning of the salty longshoreman?”

She recently started fucking her boss and sleeps there when Harper isn’t around. She’s being extremely tight-lipped on the details but finally admitted she’s sleeping with him.

Bailey gives me an incredulous look. “I have absolutely no idea what the hell that means.”

I smile. “I think you do, you dirty little girl. Does Daddy Tanner make you dress up in a school uniform while he defiles you? Do you wear pigtails and a plaid skirt?”

She bites back her smile. “There is something seriously wrong with you.”

I let out a laugh. “More than one thing, big sis.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Who was that guy that approached you at lunch today? Do you know him? He was creepy and kept calling you Carmen?”

Bailey and I worked out today and then grabbed a bite nearby at the same diner Cheetah and I went to a few weeks ago after Layton’s injury. Some random guy kept walking by me and touching some part of my body. My back, my shoulders, and even my ass seemed to be fair play until I turned around and told him off.

I shake my head. “I don’t know him. I think I met him at a bar one night and rejected him. He didn’t like that.”

“He kept touching you even though you clearly weren’t into it.”

“If you haven’t noticed, a lot of guys do that without invitation.”

She shakes her head. “Not to me. Maybe they’re not into me like they are you.”

“We’re identical. I suppose I invite it with my demeanor. And I tend to wear more revealing clothes than you.

She looks down at herself in small spandex shorts and a tight tank top. “I don’t think so, little sis. Frankly, you could walk around naked with your legs spread wide open if you wanted, it doesn’t give anyone the right to touch you without your permission.”

I nod in agreement. “You’re right. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves. I like to be touched but on my own terms. I think I’m giving up on men. I’m going full lesbo moving forward, though I suppose women aren’t much better.” I blow out a breath. “Maybe I’ll be celibate.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Or maybe I should develop a daddy fetish like you and find myself a mature man.”

“I don’t have a daddy fetish.”

“Are you or are you not currently fucking a man fifteen years older than you who is, in fact, a daddy? Who’s only, like, seven years younger than our daddy.”

Her face and neck flush. She must be getting it good. I don’t know why I can’t get any dirty details from her. I hope she’s not in too deep.

My face turns serious. “Don’t fall for him, Bails.” I couldn’t handle her heart being broken again. It’s not like she’ll end up with a man like Tanner Montgomery.

She shakes her head. “It’s casual. He doesn’t want the same future I do. We’ve discussed it.”

“The problem is that you don’t do casual.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Maybe I’m turning into you.”

“Don’t you dare ever turn into me. You’re a thousand times better than me. Don’t you forget it.”

She plops down next to me and pulls me into a hug. “I hate when you say things like that. There’s a lot of love living inside you, Kamryn Hart. You don’t have to seal it away like you do. Maybe if you opened your heart just a little, you’d see that not everyone is bad. Most people are good.”

“A lifetime of evidence to the contrary, big sis.”

“What about Cheetah? I see the way he looks at you. You’ve been blowing him off since the waterbed night. You’re obviously attracted to him. Why not give things a go?”

I shake my head. “Cheetah is a great guy. He’s way too good for me. He deserves someone who will give him everything he wants and deserves.”

Her face looks pained. “You have more to offer than you think, Kamryn. Whether it’s Cheetah, some other man, or a woman, I hope one day you give it to someone.”

I swallow down my emotions, hating for anyone to see me as emotional as I’m feeling right now. “I save all my love for you. When I’m an old cat-lady spinster you’ll let me live above your garage, right?”

She lets out a laugh. “You’ll be a dog-lady spinster, not a cat lady.”

“But the garage is still on the table, right?”

“I’ll always be there for you, little sis. You jump, I jump.”

I smile at her. “Want to watch a movie?”

She looks at her watch. “I’ve got about two hours until I need to be at Mr. Montgomery’s.”

Without any more words needing to be exchanged, I turn on Titanic and we cuddle together like we’ve done thousands of times before.

Three hours later, Ripley and I are walking to Screwballs to meet the guys. They’re hoping to cheer up Layton, who’s miserable without Arizona. She was contractually obligated to go to that worldwide photo shoot while Layton is stuck home recovering from his injury. To add salt to his wounds, they replaced him with the insanely hot Butch McVey, the biggest star in professional baseball right now. The guys said that Layton has been a jealous mess.

I wrap my jacket tightly around me on the cold fall night. “Fuck, it’s getting cold. I thought Philly was supposed to be warmer than Chicago.”

Without any expression, she mutters, “It’s a big city.”

What? “Are you listening to me, Rip?”

She blinks a few times. “Sorry. What were you saying? Something about Chicago and coldness. Yes, it’s cold as hell.”

“The expression is cold as hail, not hell.”

She pinches her eyebrows together. “For real?”

“Yep. Hell is hot. Hail is cold.”

She mumbles, “Holy shit. I never knew that.”

“Hot as hell. Cold as hail. Now you’ll never forget.” I hold out my arm and stop her from entering the bar. “What’s wrong with you? Something is off. Something has been off with you for weeks.”

Tears immediately fill her eyes, but they leave as quickly as they come. “I’m fine.”

I place my hand on my friend’s shoulder. “You can talk to me, Rip. I’m here for you. Always.”

She visibly swallows before nodding. “I know. Thanks. I’m good. I promise. ”

“You’re not good. We’ve been friends for ten years. I would know. Whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever has been going on with you the past few weeks, let me know. No judgment. Only love.”

I suddenly feel a hard spank on my ass and turn around to see a blond man, likely in his early twenties, smirking at me. He laughs with a group of guys around his age.

As he slowly walks backward while facing me, he says, “Sorry, but you have a great ass. It was begging for a little attention. It’s good to see that the front side matches the back side. We should hang out, sexy.”

I grit my teeth and point my finger at him. “Listen, you motherfuck—”

I’m a millisecond from beating his ass when I feel Ripley wrap her arms around me and interrupt, “He’s not worth your breath. Let’s get out of here. The real men are waiting.” She yells louder. “The kind who know it’s not ever okay to grope women without invitation. The kind who know that women could have you arrested for sexual assault if you don’t get out of our faces in the next three seconds.”

The group of guys all turn and run away. I think I’ve officially lost all faith in men. I’m genuinely at my wit’s end.

Ripley takes my hand. “Are you okay? That was fucked up.”

“What is it about me that makes men think it’s okay to do that to me?”

“It’s not you. It’s them. Come on. Let’s get inside and get you a drink.”

A few seconds later, we walk into the bar. I see Cheetah, Quincy, Ezra, and some random girl sitting in our regular booth. I have a tinge of jealousy at the possibility that she’s with Cheetah. I’m already on edge tonight. I don’t think I could sit there and watch another woman touch him.

He and I had the best time at the diner the night of the accident. I don’t know why I got on that plane with Ripley and Bailey, but I did. Something inside me told me that he needed a friend, and I was right.

We talked about anything and everything all night. And then, at our team’s victory parade a few days later, he celebrated with us like he was the one who won the championship. His genuine joy in our triumph was touching.

My resolve is weakening when it comes to him. I find myself wanting to spend more time with him. It both excites and terrifies me. I haven’t felt this way about someone since high school, more than ten years ago.

As we step further inside, Ripley turns to me. “I’m running to the bathroom. I’ll meet you in the booth. Try not to screw with Cheetah too much in my absence.”

Well, fucking with Cheetah happens to be my favorite pastime. Trading barbs with him warms my soul like nothing else.

He warms my soul.

I walk toward the booth and Quincy looks up at me. “Where did Ripley go?”

“To perform brain surgery. Where do you think? The bathroom.”

I am absolutely convinced that the two of them are secretly fucking. It’s like a cheesy Hallmark movie. Each of them stares at the other when they aren’t looking. I bet there’s a good story there. They’ve known each other since they were little kids. She probably secretly lost her virginity to him.

My Hallmark reel is broken by Cheetah flicking his tongue suggestively at me. “Damn, Kam bam, you look good enough to drink up tonight.”

But he doesn’t touch me. He never touches me without invitation. As much as the two of us trade suggestive comments, he somehow manages to do it respectfully. It’s always done in good fun. There’s something so different about Cruz Gonzales from every other man I’ve ever known.

I gently pat his hand like I’m expressing sympathy for him. “ Are you jealous because my heart is pumping inside me and you’re not?”

His adorable dimples come out just as he lets out his sweet, distinguishable laugh. One that soothes me for some odd reason.

We trade a few more sexually laced comments, per always. He’s the only man who has ever been able to go toe-to-toe with me in that department. I think his witty yet dirty mind is almost as attractive to me as his sexy exterior and genuine interior.

God, he makes me laugh. No one in my life has ever made me laugh harder than Cruz Gonzales.

It turns out the girl in the booth is with Ezra. She’s a childhood friend of his and is allegedly in a relationship with another guy, but she and Ezra are all over each other. I’m just happy to see him with a woman. I think Bailey broke his heart. He’s wanted her since we moved here, but she’s friend zoned him. Now that she’s doing the deed with Daddy Tanner, Ezra doesn’t stand a chance. I doubt he ever did.

Ripley returns to the table and Layton wobbles in on his crutches looking like someone shot his puppy. He whines about missing Arizona terribly. He’s such a goner for her.

Some skank tries to hit on Layton, but Ripley stands up to her on Arizona’s behalf. After which, the skank makes some nasty comment about Ripley’s weight. I’m about to beat this bitch up when Quincy then takes it to a whole other level by physically threatening the woman and then having her booted from the bar by the owner before grabbing Ripley’s hand and disappearing toward the bathroom area.

Yep. They’re fucking. Not a doubt in my mind now.

Cheetah brings me back to the present by once again asking for another chance with me. Should I give it to him? In fairness, the sex was amazing before my waterbed popped. I don’t usually like to have sex with someone more than once because it leads to expectations, but I suppose we didn’t technically finish.

Wait. What happened to me being off men? What if he turns out to be just like the rest? I feel like I’ll truly lose all faith in mankind if he ends up being a typical asshole.

I know he’s not. That’s the problem.

I exhale a long breath and cross my arms in challenge. Narrowing my eyes at him, I say, “I’ve got one for you, big mouth. Tell me two authentic things about me that have nothing to do with sex, my body, or my current softball team. If you actually know anything substantive about me, I’m yours for the night to do with as you please.”

His entire face lights up like it’s Christmas morning. Like he’s been waiting his whole life for this question.

He makes a big fucking show of stretching like he’s about to run a marathon. He then picks up his beer and makes another show of handing it to Ezra with nothing but pure Cheetah mischief in his eyes. “Hold my beer.”

He places his hands on the table and leans toward me, so his handsome face is right in mine. His dimples briefly come out before he begins his little speech. “Kamryn Sarah Hart, age twenty-eight, is the younger of identical twins by nine minutes. Incidentally, that’s also your number, but we’re not talking about the Anacondas. Your parents are Beverly and Chris. They still live in the same Southern Florida house that you grew up in. You have no other siblings. You were the Gatorade Player of the Year in the state of Florida during your senior year of high school. You had your choice of full athletic scholarships to any college in the country. You chose UCLA because they were willing to take Bailey, who, at the time, wasn’t considered as strong of a player as you. You like dark chocolate, not milk chocolate. It’s your comfort food. Milk chocolate makes you gassy. You love dogs but realize you can’t have one right now because of your life on the road. When you retire, which you plan to do after the twenty-eight Olympics, your first order of business will be to adopt a dog. You smell like peaches, and I know firsthand that you taste like them too, but I’m not allowed to talk about your body. You don’t like Doublemint Gum. You and Bailey were in a commercial for it when you were little kids, and they made you chew it for days until it started to physically make you sick. You refused to ever chew it again. You chew grape bubblegum on the field and blow giant bubbles that make my dick hard because I’ve never been more jealous of a piece of gum in my life. You hate it when—”

I sit there flabbergasted through his speech. I’ve never felt more seen by a man in my entire life. A woman either, for that matter.

Yes, we’ve had a bunch of conversations, but he actually listened to the small things and remembered them. Even the tiniest details. And the Gatorade Player of the Year thing? I never told him that. Or the Doublemint commercial thing. He thinks about me when we’re not together. Enough to google me.

The gum comment is my final tipping point. Before he can get out the next sentence, I practically crawl across the table and smash my lips to his.

As if we’re not in a crowded bar, he grabs my waist and pulls me to straddle his lap. I slide right down onto his hard dick and let out a moan into his mouth.

I forgot how good he tastes and how perfectly he kisses. Our tongues invade each other’s mouths as my hands move up and under his sweater, running my nails down his broad, bare chest. His hands squeeze my hips hard while we shamelessly grind onto each other.

Fuck, we’re in the middle of a normal bar. This might be acceptable behavior for a dark club but not a regular sports bar. I’m not sure I give a fuck, but I don’t want any blowback on him. I mumble into his mouth, “Get me out of here and fuck me senseless.”

He lets out a growl before standing with me still wrapped around him. We don’t break our kiss or bother to say goodbye to anyone as we leave the bar. I think I hear them all laughing, but I don’t give a shit. Laugh away, suckers. I’m about to get it good.

As soon as we’re outside, he pushes my body against the brick wall of the building and kisses down my neck. “You have no idea how badly I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I can’t deny that I’ve wanted him too. “Let’s go back to my place.”

He breathlessly lifts his head, so our eyes meet. “There is zero chance of me attempting this again on your waterbed.”

I can’t help but giggle.

He gives me a serious look. “Come back to my place. My couch doesn’t pull out, but I do.”

“Hmm, tempting,” I sarcastically respond. “You sure you don’t want to be an interior decorator and paint my insides white?”

He smiles. “No, but I do believe in love at first choke.”

I bite back my smile as I contemplate going home with him. I really do prefer having the home-field advantage. It’s usually a stranger and I don’t ever go to a stranger’s home. I suppose if there’s anyone I can trust in this situation, it’s him.

He rubs his thumb over my lip. “Get out of your head. I’m not going to hurt you. Just the opposite. I want nothing other than to make you feel good.” He softly kisses me. “Let me in.”

I think for a moment before eventually nodding. “How far away do you live?”

“Hmm…a few blocks.”

“Let me down. I’ll walk.”

“Nope. I’m not giving you the chance to change your mind and run away. Hold tight, princess. We’re going for a ride.”

I left my jacket inside. It’s freezing cold out here. I should go grab it, but being wrapped in his warm arms sounds like a better idea to me. I’m sure Ripley will grab it for me.

He basically runs, while holding me, for what must be at least ten blocks. It’s way more than a few . He manages to do it while barely breaking a sweat.

I look down at him while playing with the back of his hair. “This bodes well for your stamina, kitten. ”

“Baby, I’m going to fuck you all night. Prepare for your first bottom orgasm.”

I shrug. “Hmm. We’ll see. You couldn’t close the deal last time.”

He scrunches his face. “You were close. If the bed didn’t explode, you would have.”

“Maybe yes. Maybe no.”

He eventually stops at a large skyscraper and smiles warmly at the doorman as if I’m not wrapped around him. “Good evening, Evan. It’s a nice night, isn’t it?”

The doorman, a big-bellied middle-aged man in a green uniform complete with a doorman’s cap, nods. “It’s a little cold for my old bones, Mr. Gonzales. You seem to have grown a pretty lady since you left.”

“I sure did. This is Kamryn Hart.”

I smile. “Nice to meet you, Evan. He won’t put me down. He’s basically kidnapped me. Can you please call the police?”

Cheetah shakes his head. “Don’t listen to her, Evan. She likes to play pretend. Tonight we’re going to pretend that she’s a cell phone and I’m going to be the charger.”

I can’t help but giggle at his ridiculousness. “I didn’t know you wanted to play pretend, kitten. Why don’t we pretend that I’m the egg and you’re the chicken? Then we’ll know once and for all who comes first.”

Evan lets out a deep laugh. “Ooh. You’ve found your match in this one, Mr. Gonzales.”

Cheetah sighs. “Evan, I’ve told you a thousand times. Don’t call me Mr. Gonzales. Call me Sir Cruz Gonzales, Knight of South Philly.”

Evan laughs again as he opens the door for us. “You two kids have fun. Try not to bring the building down tonight.”

I shrug. “It sounds like he’s challenging us, kitten.”

Cheetah nods. “Sure does. Challenge accepted, Evan. Prepare for this building to crumble. ”

We can hear Evan still chuckling as we make our way across the giant marble lobby and into the elevator.

I take in the opulence and let out a whistle. “Damn, this place is fancy.”

“I ooze class and sophistication, don’t you think?”

“Totally.”

He runs some sort of key card over a scanner on the button pad and the letters PH appear on the screen. Penthouse. Of course he’s in the penthouse.

As if reading my mind, he says, “It doesn’t stand for the penthouse.”

“No? What does it stand for?”

“Penis hard.”

I giggle as I tighten my legs around him and can feel that his penis is, in fact, very hard. “This is the smartest elevator ever.”

He nods. “I know, right? Sometimes it reads B when I have a boner. It’s like it always knows when I’m aroused.” He gently rubs the side of the elevator. “I think she has a thing for me, don’t you, baby girl?”

I laugh harder. “Wow. You must pay a lot for a building that has an elevator like this.”

“You bet your soon-to-be-orgasming pussy I do.”

I shrug. “Maybe PH stands for pussy handler.”

He gasps. “You’re right. Aren’t you happy you came to my place? I never would have known.”

I smile as the elevator pings our arrival and the doors open straight into his apartment. I can’t even call it an apartment. It’s like a floating mansion.

I breathe out, “Holy shit. This place is insane.”

There are floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere with amazing views of the city. The entire floor plan is open. It’s modern and massive.

Again, as if reading my mind, he asks, “Can we tour later? I want you naked ASAP. ”

“You’re lucky I like being naked more than I like real estate tours.”

He speed-walks us down the hallway and into what I quickly learn is his bedroom. It’s nice but not over the top and not bachelor pad looking. Everything is in perfect order, and it appears like a decorator had a hand in it.

He walks us over to the bed but still doesn’t put me down. He simply stares at me. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“It was the promise of orgasms that won me over.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “This kitten is going to make you purr.”

We both smile as our lips meet and we fall onto the bed with him between my legs. I expected it to be frantic like it was the first time, but it’s not. He’s taking his time as if he’s savoring every second of it.

We kiss for minutes on end. Our lips and tongues ever so slowly explore each other’s mouths. Our hands move all over each other’s bodies, both over and under our clothing. I can’t remember the last time I did this with a partner. Everyone is always in a rush to get to the main event, but not Cheetah.

He eventually kisses down my neck. “God, you smell so good. I think about your peach scent all the time.”

He moves down my body, lifts my sweater, and peppers the softest kisses over my stomach. Suddenly my head starts spinning. I can’t do soft and sweet. I don’t do soft and sweet.

I shove his shoulders. “Stop.”

He lifts his head and furrows his brow. “What’s wrong?”

I slide away from him toward the middle of the bed and sit up. “Don’t treat me like this.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“You’re…you’re…you’re being too nice.”

He lets out a laugh. “Too nice? What kind of monsters have you been with?”

“The kind I need. The kind I deserve. I like to be fucked, Cruz. ”

He stands as he holds up his hands in surrender. “My bad. I apologize for wanting to take my time with you. For not wanting it to be over too quickly and for you to leave a trail of smoke in your wake as you hurry out of here.”

Tears fill my eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s just the way I am. The way I’ve always been. I told you that I’m fucked up.”

He takes a few long breaths. “Do you want this, Kamryn? As much as I want you, I’m certainly not the kind of guy to force anything.”

I nod as I hug my knees to my chest. “I do want you, but I need it to be like it was last time.”

He gives me a small smile. “Can we compromise?”

I lift an eyebrow. “Are we in a sex negotiation?”

His smile widens. “I suppose we are.” He lifts some sort of remote control off his nightstand and presses a button. Slow, sultry Latin music begins playing. He holds out his hand for me. “Dance with me. Let me seduce you for a bit, and then I’ll give you what you want. I’ll do you hard and dirty.”

“You don’t need to seduce me. I’m already in your bed.”

“I want to seduce you, Kamryn.”

He motions his hand again for me to take it. This time I do, and he pulls me to stand and then into his arms.

He immediately begins swaying us to the provocative beat of the music. His hands roam up and down my body, both over my clothes and up the back of my sweater. His lips drag along my neck and jawline.

Okay, this is nice. This I can handle. I would do this in a club with someone I’m attracted to, so why not here with him?

He effortlessly moves us around, helping our hips move in unison. He really is a good dancer.

He practically purrs, “He sonado con tenerte en mis brazos así.” I've dreamed of holding you in my arms like this. “Eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto en mi vida.” You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

I whisper. “What did you say? ”

He smiles into my neck. “That I’m going to pound your pussy until you can’t walk straight.”

I’m more than confident that he didn’t say that, but I appreciate the fact that he knows what I need to hear. Maybe I should learn a little Spanish. In fact, I’m going to do that right away.

As the first song ends and another begins, he turns us so that my back is to his front. He lifts my sweater over my head and tosses it to the side. I feel his bare chest on my back. I guess he removed his sweater too.

After making quick work of my bra, he cups my breasts, though he never stops swaying our hips to the beat of the music.

He rubs his thumbs over my rapidly hardening nipples. “Me dejas sin aliento.” You take my breath away.

“What did you say?”

“Umm…that I’m going to fuck these tits later.”

I giggle. “You definitely didn’t say that.”

I can feel him silently laugh on my back as he kisses his way down it. I feel his fingers move to unbutton my jeans. Now we’re getting somewhere.

He slides my jeans and panties down and off my legs until I’m standing there completely naked.

His fingers run up and down my thighs. Each time they almost reach their final destination but never quite get there. The anticipation is killing me. I’m practically panting. I’m dripping for it.

His warm breath skirts past my ear. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need my cock inside you.”

I manage to nod.

“Words, Kamryn. I need your words.”

I breathe, “I want it.”

His fingers lightly brush by my center. “Do you need it?”

Asshole. I grit out, “Yes. Give it to me.”

Before I know it, my front is shoved hard against his wall and his naked body is pressed to mine. He grabs my chin and turns my head. “One last kiss.”

His lips first brush over mine before they latch on and his tongue sweeps through my mouth. He really is a good kisser.

So good that I’m a little lost in it and don’t realize that he’s lifted one of my legs and his somehow sheathed tip begins to breach my entrance. In and out, just the tip, over and over.

I can’t help but smile into his mouth. “Just the tip is my favorite game.”

He smiles back into my mouth. “Just the tip. Just for a second. Just to see how it feels.”

I let out a laugh. “The mantra of every teenage boy on the planet.”

He nods. “Yep.”

For minutes on end, he teases me until I’m confident that I’ve never been this drenched with desire. Panting for him to push all the way in. “Cruz, please. I want you.”

He breathes, “Paciencia,” as his fingers graze over my clit and begin to circle it.

My fingers are now clawing at the wall. I can’t get enough of this. Of him.

He grumbles, “When I tell you to come, you’re going to come for me.”

I shake my head. “That’s not how it works.”

“It is when you’re with me.”

His strokes over my clit intensify, yet he never pushes more than his tip into me. Fuck, this is good. I’m so close.

“Give me your words, Kamryn. Tell me how it feels.”

I breathe out, “It feels good.”

“Give me more. You’re a smart girl. Hit me with some big words.”

“Your joystick and digits are profoundly satisfying to me.”

He chuckles. “We’ll work on that. Córrete para mí. Come for me, Kamryn.”

Like an out-of-body experience, my vision becomes spotted and my body opens up. I yell out his name while I come long and hard. I can feel my juices dripping down my leg. My whole body shakes through it all.

As soon as I start to regain my senses, he shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Lame tu corras. Lick your come.”

I run my tongue over his fingers, enjoying the salty taste of my pleasure. As I begin to suck harder on his fingers, I feel his cock push further into me. He lets out a long groan of pleasure. “Ahhh.”

With his other hand, he lifts my leg even higher as he begins his long, hard, deep, purposeful strokes inside me, eventually building to a near-inhuman pace. I tilt my ass back to give him the best angle possible, trying to bounce on him as best as I can at this angle.

My body bangs against the wall with each lunge. My hands search for leverage, but they find none. I can only dig my palms in and push against each punishing thrust, savoring every second of this onslaught.

Our bodies begin to slicken with sweat. The sounds of him pounding into my body overtake the music, the force of it lifting me inches off the ground each time.

This is hard fucking. This is animalistic. This is what I need.

He barks out, “Es esto lo que quieres?”

“Hmm?” No clue what he asked.

“Is this what you want?”

“Fuck yes. As hard as you can. Don’t stop.”

He hammers into me over and over. His stamina is insane. He’s so damn strong.

The only time I’ve ever come during penetrative sex has been when I’m on top. I was close to coming when the waterbed broke. I think I’m about to come now.

I’m definitely going to be bruised all over, but I don’t care. I’m completely absorbed in the pleasure of what he’s doing to my body. I think I broke a nail or two, but I can’t feel anything but what he’s doing to me .

“Tell me how it fucking feels.”

He likes words. I grit out, “You’re pulverizing my pussy,” before yelling out, “Pull my hair.”

He immediately obliges. If possible, he thrusts in deeper until I have no choice but to let go and come. I’m on one leg because he’s still holding up the other. I feel like I might collapse but his grip on my hair tightens and his body weight on me intensifies.

I can feel my insides spasming around him.

He shouts out, “Fuck yes!” as he continues pounding into me all the way through my orgasm.

His thrusts begin to slow down, and I lean my head back on his shoulder, breathing heavily. “That was amazing.”

“We’re not done.”

I turn my head and look at him. “You didn’t come?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Not yet.”

How is that physically possible?

He pulls out and picks me up by the waist. I screech as he throws me onto the bed and instructs, “Get on all fours, wench.”

I take in his sexy body. He’s fucking hot, all sexed up and covered in sweat. I want to lick it off him.

We were like animals the first time. I remember thinking his body was better than expected, but I didn’t truly appreciate it. His hips are slender, but his thighs are thick like a ballplayer. The giant dick in the middle only adds to the allure. His broad, muscular chest has a smattering of hair. He’s the perfect male specimen.

“Don’t make me spank you. Get your sexy ass on all fours.”

I smile as I place my index finger on the corner of my mouth, and innocently respond, “What if I want to get spanked, Daddy?”

He grabs me by the hips and spins me until I’m on all fours, manhandling me like I weigh nothing. I giggle until I feel the delicious pressure of his cock breaching my opening before he pushes back inside me.

I spread my legs wide and tilt my ass in the air.

I feel a hard spank and let out a moan. Ooh, I love that .

“Put your legs together.”

“What?”

“Put your fucking legs together.”

Okay. This is new.

We both maneuver ourselves until his knees are on the outside of mine. My legs are pushed completely closed.

“Cross your ankles.”

I do. Holy shit. It feels like his already enormous cock just grew threefold inside me. I’m both sore and sensitive from the pounding I just received, but my legs closed with him inside me makes the ache intensify that much more.

I turn my head back. “You’re very innovative. This is the second time you’ve put me into a position I didn’t know existed.”

He slides out and then slowly inches his way back in. His eyes flutter. “Te sientes tan jodidamente apretada como esta.” You feel so fucking tight like this .

My body is stretching in ways it never has before. I don’t know if it’s the new position or the fact that he’s undoubtedly the biggest man to ever be inside me, but the result is euphoric.

His thrusts into me begin to increase in pace. It goes from slow to fast in mere seconds. I’m bounced forward with every thrust. I can feel his enormous balls smack into me each time. They’re close to my clit. It actually feels good. I grip the buttery soft sheets so damn hard that I feel like I might tear them.

His hands begin on my hips, but as we continue, one grabs a fistful of my hair. It didn’t take him long to realize how much I love that, and he does it properly. So many guys grab small handfuls. They’re fucking clueless.

“Tu cono está tan jodidamente apretado. Estás ordenando mi polla ahora mismo.”

I breathlessly plead, “Tell me what you said. Please. It’s so hot. I need to know.”

“Your pussy is so fucking tight. You're milking my cock right now.”

It sounds hot in English, but in Spanish, it’s on a whole other level. Fucking hell. He’s blowing my mind.

I do my best to squeeze him inside me. I want this to be as good for him as it is for me.

“Oh, fuuuuuck. I need you to come. I’m close.”

I pant, “I’ve already come twice. I’m not sure I have another in me.”

He spanks me again and pulls my hair hard…and I stand corrected. The whole scene pushes me over the edge again, but this time he comes with me on a very loud growl that I’m confident Evan must have heard sixty floors down.

We both breathlessly collapse onto the bed in a heap of sweat and my fluids. He immediately pulls the condom off his dick and tosses it toward the bathroom area. “Fuck, that was good.”

I pat his leg. “Aren’t you glad I made you fuck me?”

His eyes close but his dimples come out. “I took it easy on you.” Huh? “Round two will be much harder.”

What the fuck?

His smile widens. He’s fucking with me. He chuckles. “We didn’t bring the building down so my work here isn’t done.”

He rolls over onto me and slips down my body until his face is between my legs, and his tongue licks through me.

My mouth widens. “You must be kidding me.”

His tongue sweeps through me again. “Oh, Kam bam, we’re just getting started.”