lush lips as she stood before him. She knew she’d been about to get him off, and he could tell by the sparkling passion in her eyes she was damn proud of it.
His hands had fallen limply to his sides. They both just stood there, looking at each other. Sizing one another up. There was a hint of vulnerability in her sexy stance. Jamal balled his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her.
He wanted to touch her. To feel the weight of her tits in his palm. To rub the hard tips of her russet nipples that strained against the black lace of her bra. To use his tongue and return the favor of the blowjob.
In bad shape, his erection ached and pulsed with unreleased desire. But she’d demanded control before, and he intended to honor her request. He’d wait for her to make the next move despite feeling as desperate as if it were his first time.
“Touch me,” she demanded, licking her bottom lip. She moaned and Jamal knew she could taste him.
Not needing to be told twice, with one hand he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her forward until his solid cock pressed between them. Using a free hand, he framed her face, his palm upon her jaw, his long fingers extending into her soft hair. With his thumb, he traced her bottom lip where seconds before her tongue had been. The gleam in her eyes told him she wanted to be kissed, but the look vanished and he halted before his lips made contact.
“No, kissing is intimate. Kissing is for lovemaking, we’re just going to fuck. A plain old, hardcore, don’t ask my name, don’t call me in the morning, a one–night stand—fuck!” Her tone was so seductive.
He could handle that. He wanted to be inside her. Oh, yeah, his cock affirmed.
No, no, no. Kat shook her head, trying to forget the tender stroke of his thumb on her mouth and the sensual way his lips curved when he’d been about to kiss her. Kat wanted to kiss, to love, but Kat was retired for the night. The new her had taken the lead. She moved her head from side to side and smiled. “None of that. Just do me.”
He didn’t need much urging. His hold around her waist slipped down to the backs to her thighs, to the thin line of exposed flesh above the tops of her leather boots and the bottom of her suede mini. He lifted her, spreading her legs until he wrapped them around his hips so her ankles crossed atop the curve of his finely shaped butt. Her silver spiked heels tapped together.
“You just want to fuck.” It wasn’t a question. He wasted no time turning her so her back was against the cold, hard wall of bricks. Just like Kat had wanted. She repressed a laugh and settled for a smile. Laughing would have destroyed the intense mood and she liked this guy brooding. Yeah, ten thick, dark, hard, inches of aggressive cock was just what this sex–starved kitten wanted.
Meow. “Can you take it?” she asked, tossing his earlier tease back at him.
“You got a condom?” His voice was gruff.
Kat smiled as she reached for the small purse that hung from a narrow strap on one shoulder. She’d brought what they needed. Pulling a foil square from her purse, she ripped it open, yanking the latex free.
“Yeah,” she whispered, “let me put it on for you.” His muscles bunched as he held her weight, leaning away from the wall just enough so she could work the condom down the rigid length of him that rose like a statue between them.
With unsteady fingers, she extended the latex around him, his hips grinding into her. His dick, stiff between them, rubbed vigorously against her clit. She trembled. The old Kat tried to create a mental picture of what they must look like against the wall. This was research after all and if she got so carried away that she couldn’t remember, what good would it have done her? Besides pleasure, of course, she thought with a grin. Using her mind’s eye, she saw his wide shoulders draped with silk. His bare tight ass and pants pooled around his ankles.
Like an out–of–body experience, she could see her high–heeled shoes. Her suede skirt bunched around her waist and her sopping wet t–back, black lacy panties. Wet enough to get her juices on his cock that was tucked against her. Yep, she’d better be able to write this. It was the new material she’d been searching for.
With the bashful Kat making an appearance, doubt started to form. What was she doing? Her heartbeat quickened. Shaking off her unease, she pulled the new Kat out, full of confidence and—hiss—sassy cat. Relaxing into his embrace, she urged him on.
Mr. Gorgeous ground his hips again, wedging his erection between Kat’s lips but not yet entering. Damn panties. She should have gone without. What had she been thinking? Apparently she hadn’t been, because with the cloth in the way, how was she going to get him inside her? Now!
He solved the problem easily enough, reinforcing what she already knew. She was out of her mind with lust. He slid one hand beneath her butt, found the line of cloth, and yanked it to the side. Far enough to the side so the panties moved sufficiently for him to get inside her.
Kat couldn’t help the little whimper she made when he eased away from her. Far enough to put ten inches between them. Ten inches that disappeared when he slammed into her.
“Yeeessss!” she cried out. Her body stretched to make room for him. But he didn’t stay—damn him. He slid out, taking the hard length of his dick in his hand and rubbing his silken head around her vagina, first easing the lips open, then finding the button of her clit. He pushed against it several times. What the hell? Was he trying to make her cum before she’d even had a good hard fucking?
“Inside me.”
He didn’t answer, just kept up his slow torment to her clit until she knew she was going to cum. There was heat everywhere; her body felt like bursting, her fiery skin was so tight. And then his swollen head probed her clit one more time and a bolt of hot light caused her to shatter. The convulsions of climax made her pussy quiver, then her entire body succumbed to the tremors, leaving Kat out of breath and dizzy. No one had ever brought about such a quick orgasm.
He must have known a woman’s body pretty damn well because he waited a few moments—for her to enjoy it—before he plunged in. He was inside of her so deep his mat of pubic hair ground into her manicured triangle. Kat was surprised she could take a cock as big as his. She could feel him everywhere. The tips of her toes rejoiced. Her nipples became so tight they hurt and only a warm damp tongue could help them. Poor things. Not this time, maybe the next, she mused, already thinking she was going to have to do this again.
Once he got started he didn’t quit. Oh, yeah, baby, he was hitting his stride. His strokes lengthened, each time slipping out a little farther, then driving hard into her again. The new sexy Kat was enjoying the ride.
Jamal pushed inside her again, hardly able to think while he was buried in heaven. What the hell was he doing again? In the alley with a stranger? But with passion pushing all the right buttons, he couldn’t have walked away had he wanted to. Her pussy gripped him, unwilling to let him go. He surged in. Retreated. Surged in. Ground his hips. Retreated. Again and again and again and again, until a dusting of sweat arose across his brow.
Trying to get a grip on his out of control restraint, he tried to back off. To slow down. A rush of heat started where he was joined with her. He fought for breath in the sultry night air. A liquid current stole over him like a wildfire to dry grass, causing ripples of flame to cover every spot on his body.
He hadn’t noticed the biting sting of her nails when they dug into the flesh of his shoulder; not until the hottie withdrew her claws. She moved her seductive fingertips up his neck, then higher so she could glide her palms over his shaved
