Page 8 of The Renter

“Looks like you’ll have to invite me over once you remedy this situation.” She smirks.

Holding my gaze for a second longer, she suddenly takes all eight inches of me down in one swift motion. Oh. My. God. How is this happening right now? She engulfs it, licking and teasing, making sexy eyes at me.

I grab her thick ass—perfectly perched on all fours—and give it a smack. Thank God for squats.This fucking ass.She moans, not breaking her rhythm. I tease her, rubbing my finger over her clit, then slide it inside. She’s still so wet. I mimic her pace, fingering her.

“I need to focus.” She gasps, pausing with a breathy giggle.

I give her toned ass another smack, and she resumes sucking my cock, alternating between fast and slow. She teases the tip while locking eyes with me, then takes it deep into her throat. I don’t know what kind of karma I’m cashing in, but this is the best blow job of my life.

She slides up to my face. “What do you think about taking this party to the shower?” I nod, and she pulls me toward the bathroom.

“You never took my bikini top off.” She laughs and slides it over her head, revealing those perfect breasts.

“How the hell did I forget that?” I immediately pull one nipple into my mouth. She moans and pushes me back against the wall.

“Stay,” she commands, turning on the water of the deep, walk-in marble shower. She checks the temperature, then hops in, pointing a finger at me to wait. I watch as the water flows over her chest, hips, and thighs. She turns around, giving me a full view of her ass, and rests her arms against the shower wall.

“Come here,” she finally says, glancing back at me.

I step into the shower, grabbing her ass and pressing her against my hard cock. I kiss her neck and grab handfuls of her breasts from behind.

To think, I was considering calling one of those escort services that has long wanted me to become part of their club. No way they’d ever send me someone like her. This beautiful, sexy woman who showed up at my door couldn’t be more perfect for me. It feels like a gift from the universe saying you needed a good lay.

“I need you to fuck me,” she pants.

“We can’t.”

“I’m clean,” she says, pushing her ass harder against my cock.

“Me too, but are you sure?”

She nods.

Trusting her statement and hoping for the best, I slide inside of her with big plans of making her explode on my dick. Her tight pussy grips me, pulling me in deep, leaving no space between us. Dani’s head falls back, and she lets out the softest gasp. I can’t resist her wet body begging me to fuck her.

“I want to savor you,” I whisper with my lips beside her ear.

She’s so fucking perfect—I can’t get over it. I push her forward, admiring the muscle definition along her arms and back. Making small, deliberate movements inside her, I push as far in as I can. Pulling out to just the tip, we find a rhythm; her face pressed against the shower wall, arms planted above her head as she moans. I go faster, thrusting deeply inside, and she encourages me with a litany of everything I want to hear.

I’m lost. Lost in everything about her and this steamy shower. Lost in this unforgettable moment, I come. Pulsing inside of her, I immediately regret not pulling out.

“I’m sorry.”

“I have the implant,” Dani says, wiggling her left arm.

The implant?I’m not sure what she means. I pull out, and she turns to face me. “Implant?”

“Yeah, feel it.” She takes my hand and presses it against her left biceps. There is a small, hard thing there. “It’s multi-year birth control—super effective.”

I force down the feeling of being too old for her and stare at this incredibly sexy woman I fucked.

“This was unexpected,” I whisper, going in to kiss her neck. “I would definitely like to do it again sometime.”

She gives me a tender kiss on the lips and smiles as she steps out of the shower. Grabbing a familiar towel from under the cabinet, she says, “I’d like to do all of this again too.”

“Can I give you a ride home?”

“You have a car?”