Trey couldn't get that kiss out of his mind. He was distracted for the rest of the day. The client he was working on at one had to be finished by Dale. He couldn't get the feel of June's curvy body out of his mind. She was so fucking soft and responsive.
Her pussy had been hot to the touch. If he'd touched her naked heat, he knew she'd be dripping.
Dale left to go at five to go and see if Max was still alive. Neither of them had heard from him since the previous night. The guy was a horn dog and didn't care about the reputation either.
Staring across the street, Trey saw June had already closed for the day. His cock was rock hard, and he needed to finish what they started. Grabbing his keys, he headed over to her building. Like his place, there was a stairwell along the side of the building to the other door.
Taking the steps two at a time he knocked, loudly, on the door before he could turn around and go the other way. Whistling, he waited for her to answer the door.
Seconds passed, and finally June answered the door. She started off smiling, but that soon disappeared once she saw it was him.
"What do you want?" she asked. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was holding a wooden spoon coated in chocolate cake mix.
"You know why I've come. I'm not leaving until you talk to me."
She stared at him for several minutes. Neither of them moved, and he refused to back down.
"Fine." She turned on her heel and left him to close the door. He shut and locked the door, following her through to her kitchen. The side was covered in flour, butter, and cracked eggs.
"What are you doing?" he asked. In the oven he saw a cake baking.
"I'm at my parents' tomorrow. I always bake something."
She put the spoon into the bowl and stared at him. "If you've got something to say, then say it."
"I liked our kiss," he said.
He watched her eyes widen at his words. Trey made up his mind. He wasn't running anymore. In the past he'd fucked up, but he was going to change her opinion on him whether she liked it or not.
Stepping closer, he watched her mind working, giving him the time to get close to her.
"It was just a kiss," she said. "It doesn't mean anything."
"It was more than just a kiss, June. You felt it." She shook her head, watching him.
"I was rock hard, and you know there's something
going on between us."
"Nothing is going on between us."
He reached out and took her chin in his hand. She
gasped but didn't pull away.
"Do you feel that?" he asked, stroking down to his
neck.
Her pulse raced against his fingers.
She licked her lips, tilting her head back to look up at
him.
"You're a bully."
"Not anymore."
"What's your game?" she asked.
"No game." He took her hand, resting it against his
hard cock. "This is the truth. I can't fake that."
"Men get hard all the time."
"Not like this."
He closed the distance between them, bringing her
body next to his. "There's no denying what's going on
between us."
Dropping his hand from her neck, he pressed his palm
against her rounded breast. Her breathing increased, and her nipple budded against his palm.
"This, you can't deny."
He stroked her nipple watching her eyes dilate. "I hate you," she said.
"I don't care."
Thrusting his hips toward her, Trey was ready to
explore whatever was going on between them.
June remained frozen, staring up at him. Then it was like she flicked a switch as she went from frozen to hungry
in an instant. Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling his head down to her lips.
He slammed his lips on hers, feeling them open up to him. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he tore at her shirt. The buttons were too complicated for his hands. As he gripped the shirt open, buttons flew across the kitchen floor.
She pulled at his shirt. He stepped back to tug the shirt off his body. Her hands ran up and down his body. Her touch turned him on. She wore a black lace bra, hiding her nipples from his view. He hated it on sight and reached behind to release the bra.
Her tits fell out, heavy with large red nipples. He'd never seen such beauty before.
While she worked on the buckle holding his jeans up, Trey leaned down sucking first one nipple and then the other between his lips. Her skin was soft.
With his hands, he worked her trousers down her thighs. She stepped out of them at the same time as she got his jeans around his knees.
He couldn't wait any longer. Trey was desperate to get inside her. Lifting her onto the counter, he spread her legs wide, gripped his erection and plunged inside her tight, hot cunt. They cried out together. She was so fucking tight and
hot. Pulling out of her grip, he slammed back inside feeling every pulse and ripple as he glided in deep.
"What the fuck are we doing?" she asked, breathlessly. Her head fell back against the cupboard.
Taking her nipples into his mouth, Trey ignored the question. For a long time he'd been imagining what it would feel like to be inside her, and he finally knew the answer. It was perfection. He'd never felt so much pleasure from being inside a woman.
Most of the women he'd taken, he'd got inside and fucked until he'd orgasmed. When he was done, there would be no repeats, nothing. There was no real pleasure to be had, but at that moment, Trey felt little sparkles of sensation running over his entire body.
"We're fucking, and I don't want to hear another sound from your lips other than to beg me to fuck you."
She cried out, and the grip on his arms tightened. Her nails sank into the flesh.
Pulling out of her heat, he looked down and watched his cock, slick with her cream, appear. He gripped her hips and plunged back inside her cunt.
Her hands dropped to his ass. "Faster," she said, begging. "Please."
Moving her to the edge of the counter, he held her hips and plunged in her body over and over.
Her cunt tightened around him, rippling with every single thrust. She cried out, screamed, moaned, and begged for release. Trey did not give it to her.
He worked her body, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. There was no faking her response to him. Her nipples were tight hard buds, and her body so fucking soft. Trey had never been with a full woman, but from the feel of June, he knew he'd want her for a lifetime. All the other woman he'd taken, he'd imagined to be her, but none of them were even in the same league as she was.
Pushing inside her, Trey felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He wasn't going to come before her. He refused to.