Page 56 of The First Cut

“Fuck.” I stomp toward her and pick her up before sitting her on my lap, facing me. With her legs straddling mine, there's no way she can’t feel how hard I am for her.

“That’s why I asked. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on watching someone eat before.”

A shy smile plays on her lips as I take the fork from her hand and grab the bowl. I stab a bite with my fork and hold it out to her. She wraps her lips around it and tugs it free. Neither of us speaks after that, but our breathing picks up as I feed her every bite. By the time I’m done, she’s squirming all over my lap, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.

“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you need to move. Now,” I order.

She looks at me from under her lashes, her shyness messing with my control in a big fucking way. Surprising the shit out of both of us, she kneels so there's some space between her lap and mine and reaches for the fly of my jeans. She pops the top button and lowers the zipper before she tries to free me. Like the good Samaritan I am, I lift my hips and shove the denim down so there's nothing but her panties stopping me from sliding home.

Holding onto my shoulders, she grinds against me, working us both up before I can’t take any fucking more. I reach down, pull the cotton fabric aside, and line myself up before yanking her down on top of me, impaling her in one fell swoop. She lets out a small scream and holds onto me for dear life as I grip her hips and start rocking her against me.

“Ride me, doll.”

She likes this position. I know because her moves are confident and easy. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she probably likes it because she’s in control. As much as I want to take over, I know she needs this. We both do. I lean back and fist the sheets and let her fuck me at a leisurely pace.

When her movements begin to falter and she starts chanting my name, I take it as my cue to take over. I flip her so she’s on her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. It only takes three strokes of my cock before she’s coming around me, her pussy gripping me so tight I can barely move.

I hang on as long as I can. But when she starts pushing back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke, I’m done for. I come with a curse as she drains me dry.

I lean over her and press a kiss to her neck. “Who knew Subway was such an aphrodisiac?” I mutter, grinning when she cracks up laughing. We both groan when her jiggling forces me even deeper inside her.

“I like knowing the only thing keeping all my cum inside you is my cock.”

“You just like knowing your cum is inside me, full stop.”

“Can’t argue with that. I’m going to buy you a plug and fill you up to the brim before plugging you and making you carry my cum inside you all day.”

Her pussy spasms at that. “You like that idea, huh?” I tease as I gently ease myself out of her.

She moves to get up, but I press my hand to her back and force her to press her chest to the bed, keeping her ass high so she doesn’t squash the kid. I drag the chair across the room and sit at the foot of the bed between her legs so I can watch my cum drip from her pussy.

“Such a pretty sight.” I slip my finger inside her, feeding her greedy pussy more of my cum before I add a second finger, and then a third. It’s a tight fit. Though I’m tempted to try and forceanother finger inside her, I know it will hurt. It’s something we’ll have to work up to over time.

Gently, I stroke her slippery clit, circling it continuously until her legs start to shake. “You want to come again, Lola?”

“Please,” she begs.

“You’re being such a good girl,” I praise her as I stand up, rock-hard once more, and glide inside her.

This time I take my time, fucking her slow and deep until she’s sobbing with need and drenched with arousal.

“Good girls get rewarded, Lola, and you’ve been really fucking good,” I grunt as I pick up speed until I’m hammering inside her.

“Come now, doll,” I order.

With a scream, she grips the sheets and shatters, dragging me over the edge with her and milking my cock until I’m spent.

I take a second to catch my breath before pulling out of her and helping her move into a more comfortable position. “You okay?” I ask, wiping the tears from her face.

She nods, but she doesn’t speak.

“You sure?”

“I can’t feel my legs, but I’m not complaining,” she whispers.

I lie beside her for a moment, sliding my hand into her hair and holding her in place so I can kiss her like I just fucked her. By the time I pull back, she’s gasping for air.

“I’m going to run you a bath and let you soak while I get some clean sheets from housekeeping.”