Page 12 of The One Night Match

Although now I’m buried inside her, her muscles fluttering around me and her soft moans a symphony in my ear, I’m far closer to the edge, and I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to fuck her without being a two-pump chump.

Now, that would be embarrassing.

“Please,” she moans, shifting slightly to take the last inch of my length.

I’m not much bigger than the average man in terms of length, but my thickness makes up for it, and I’ve fucked around enough to know most women struggle at the beginning.

“I’ve got you, Kitten,” I say as I gently withdraw until just the tip remains inside her, and then I thrust forward again, making her eyes flutter with pleasure.

Fuck.

This woman is going to wreck me, which is really inconvenient timing.

“You’re so tight,” I grind out as I set a steady pace that has the base of my spine tingling with my need to come.

Not yet.

Not until she falls apart around me.

Not until she’s milking every drop from my aching balls.

“You’re so big,” she snaps back, earning herself a chuckle.

I shove the other strap of her black dress off her shoulder and tug it down until both her tits are on display. She has a nice fucking rack, I’ll give her that.

They’re just big enough that a little spills over my fingers as I squeeze them. I drop my head and lap at her nipple, causing her pussy to lock down on me and her soft moans to get louder.

Her body is far too responsive to me, and it’s making it really fucking hard to remember why I can’t come right the fuck now.

I increase my pace, fucking into her so hard the desk shifts with every thrust, but I don’t care. I’m never going to be able to work in here again without thinking of my kitten, something I should absolutely not do once I’m married.

All restraint falls away when she wraps her legs around my hips and starts meeting me with every thrust.

“You better come, Kitten,” I growl out. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you milk me.”

“So close,” she moans, her head tipping back and giving me her throat.

Without thinking, I lean forward and bite down on the place where her neck and shoulder meet, and the pain is exactly what she needs to detonate around me.

Her entire body trembles as her orgasm crashes over her, and I have no hope of holding myself back.

My balls tighten to the point of pain a moment before they explode into the condom. Dark spots cloud my vision as we keepgrinding together, desperate to wring every ounce of pleasure from the other, even as exhaustion descends over me.

Jesus, when was the last time I came that hard?

Have Ievercome that hard?

My kitten’s body sags slightly, only held up by my hold on her as her eyes fall closed and she drags in desperate breaths.

She looks so pretty, freshly fucked, and the more I stare down at her, the more I dread her walking out the door.

It’s ridiculous. I haven’t cared about a member of the opposite sex in years, and yet the thought of watching this one walk away from me is doing weird things to the heart I thought was long dead.

It’s just because she’s the last woman you get to choose to fuck,I reason with myself.

Yeah, that makes sense.

One last fuck before a lifetime of the same woman that I didn’t choose for myself.