“Sean, are you listening to me?”
Sean rolled his eyes as he navigated his car towards his condo’s basement parking space, “I heard you loud and clear Ma,” he drawled, getting a bit irritated with his Mother’s incessant rants about his love life - well, lack of thereof. It’s not that he was not attractive; he was actually the exact opposite of ugly. He was 6 foot 3 and had the body of an NFL player. He was also easy on the eyes; he had toffee-colored hair and obsidian eyes which he considers to be his best assets. And judging from the countless numbers of hits he’d been receiving from the opposite sex so far, he’d like to think that women liked it too.
“I don’t think you did! You’re already 30 years old sweetheart and I’m not getting any younger. I want to see my grand kids before I keel over, you know.”
“You already have those, remember Jenna’s kids?”
“You know what I’m mean, don’t be cheeky with me.”
He let out an audible sigh as he pulled over his spot, “I know. Look, can I call you back? I just got home and I badly want to take a bath.”
“We’re not yet done with this conversation, but okay. You’ll call me later, right?”
“More like, no,” Sean thought. “Yeah, I’ll do that,” he lied.
“Okay, sweetheart, talk to you later. Love you.”
“Love you too Ma,” he replied. He disconnected the device and yanked the Bluetooth headset off his ear. He pulled the key from the ignition and opened his door, he grabbed his bag from the opposite leather seat before stepping out of his car.
“Shit!”
His head snapped to the side before getting assaulted by the sight of long tanned legs paired with a nicely shaped ass that was almost peeking from the short floral skirt the woman was wearing. He felt his cock stir inside his pants as he watched her struggle with the pillow she was trying to pluck from the ground.
The woman let out an annoyed huff as she straightened herself, “Andy! Come over here and get your stupid pillow off the ground, I can’t reach it!” she bellowed as she tried reaching for it again.
Sean turned his eyes towards the car adjacent to his and noticed a boy perched on top of the hood, head bobbing with the music blaring from his ear buds. He waited for a few seconds, but when the boy showed no sign of helping, he decided to lend a hand. He closed the door and locked his car; he secured his bag on his shoulder and jogged towards the hunched figure. “Let me get that,” he said as he scooped the pillow from the ground.
The woman jerked back in shock, clearly not expecting anyone to show up. She adjusted the box in her arms, “Oh, I didn’t see you there - thank you.”
Sean tried to keep his eyes on her face, but he failed miserably. When she shifted the box she was carrying, her low cut blouse made her cleavage pop out. “You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice deeper than the usual.
The woman shifted closer and lowered the box, “You can put that here,” she said with a friendly smile.
He placed the pillow on top of what seemed to be bed linens, “There,” he said.
“I would offer to shake your hand, but since they’re pretty much occupied at the moment, I’ll settle for a nod. I’m Blythe, by the way. Blythe McNeal.”
He gave her a subtle once over before he smiled, “Sean Anderson,” he replied. He then pointed towards the box, “You need help with that?”
Blythe threw him a sheepish look, “I really don’t want to impose, but since my son is too busy listening to his iPod, I’m afraid I’ll have to say yes to that.”
He opened his arms, “It wouldn’t be called imposing if I’m volunteering, right?” he quipped.
“Thank you again,” Blythe said as she transferred the box into his hands.
Goosebumps erupted on his skin when her arm briefly grazed his, “And you’re welcome - again,” he replied. He then nodded towards the elevator, “Shall we?” he asked, trying his best veer his attention away from the naughty thoughts this woman seemed to be eliciting from him.
Her cheeks turned pink, “Oh, right, sorry about that,” she stuttered. She slipped her hand in her back pocket to fish her keys out, “Let’s go,” she said before walking ahead of him.
Sean felt his pants grow tighter when he noticed how her skirt seemed to hike up with every step, “Fuck,” he mumbled as he loosened his tie. He shifted the box lower to cover the now prominent bulge in his front and took a deep calming breath before he followed her.
Blythe stopped beside the car and tapped her son’s arm, “Andy.”
The boy called Andy yanked his headset off, “Yeah?”
She gestured towards Sean, “That’s Sean, one of our neighbors and he’s helping us move in.”
Andy turned his head to Sean and acknowledged him with a nod, “Okay, cool, ” he said as hopped off his perch. “Can I go to the coffee shop across the street? I promised Lauren that we’ll do Skype after we finished packing.”
“But we’re not finished packing yet,” Blythe said.
“But that’s the last box,” Andy replied with a hint of exasperation.
Blythe stared at her son for a moment, “Fine.” she sighed.
Andy leaned forward and gave his Mom’s cheek a peck, “I’ll be out for a bit, be back in a few hours.”
“Do you have your keys?” Blythe asked.
“Yes,” Andy replied.
“You have cash?”
“Yes, don’t worry about me, Mom.”
Blythe nodded, “Okay then, be careful”
“I will,” Andy replied as he started walking towards the fire exit.
“Why aren’t you using the elevator?” Blythe called out.
“No time, bye!” Andy said before he disappeared from the door.
Blythe turned towards Sean, “I’m sorry about that, he’s still adjusting.”
“It’s okay, let’s go?” Sean asked.
Blythe smiled, “Yeah, let's.”
Chapter Two
“Well, what do you know,” Sean trailed off as he stepped out into the hallway.
“What?” Blythe asked.
He smirked, “We live in the same floor,” he replied.
“Which one is your unit?” she asked.
He gestured for her to lead the way, “I live in 5A, how about you?”
“5B. Wow - we’re literally neighbors, what a coincidence,” she said with a large grin.
“Lucky bastard,” he thought with glee.
Blythe stopped right in front of her door and hastily unlocked it. She pushed it open and padded inside, “It’s a little messy here, we just got here this morning, I didn’t have the chance to unpack anything yet.”
“It’s okay, where should I put this?” he asked as he looked for a vacant spot.
She walked towards him and held her arms out, “Give it here,” she said.
Sean’s eyes strayed towards her chest for the second time, “Err - here,” he said as he hurriedly averted his gaze when he realized he’s been caught.
Blythe bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling. She turned on her heels and walked towards the couch and deposited the box, “Why don’t you sit down for a moment and I’ll get you something to drink,” she offered.
He shifted on his feet, “It’s okay - you don’t have to----”
“No, I insist. Andy and I dropped by the convenience store for lunch so we have something here - soda, okay?” she asked as she rummaged through her fridge.
He sat down on the sofa, “Yeah,” he replied with a wince when he realized how sensitive he was.
Blythe grabbed two cans of Pepsi and started making her way back to him. She handed him the soda before taking her place on the other side, keeping a respectable distance between them. “So neighbor, I can’t help but notice the tie, what do you do for a living?” she asked as she popped the can open.
He took a swig of his drink, “I’m an Accountant, how about you?”
Blythe angled herself towards him and leaned back on the armrest, “A newly divorced Graphic Artist,” she replied bluntly.
He threw her a rueful look, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m not. Good riddance, I say,” Blythe replied as she nonchalantly crossed her legs.
Sean gripped the can tighter when he caught an eyeful, “Fuck! She’s either wearing a thong or nothing...” he thought. He felt his erection rub against the seam of his zipper when he moved, “W - why?” he sputtered.
“I caught him fucking his secretary on his desk.”
“Oh.”
“The only good thing that happened between us is Andy,” she said.
“Andy looks like a fine young man.”
“He is, no thanks to the douche bag, of course,” she joked.
Sean chuckled.
Blythe braced her elbows on the arm rest, “It’s just frustrating, you know. It took me this long to find out about his philandering ways. If I only knew, I would have divorced his sorry ass earlier, not when I’m close to 40, argh!”
“Really? You don’t look anything close to 40,” Sean said honestly. “She sure as hell doesn’t look her age,” he thought as he allowed himself to take her in fully. Blythe had a heart shaped face, framed with luscious platinum tresses. She had powder blue eyes and in profile, a well sculpted nose. Her lips was his favorite feature though, she had cupid bowed puckers. “I wonder how that would look around my cock...” he thought lasciviously.
“You’re just being nice,” Blythe said.
He shook his head to clear the trail of dirty thoughts that’s making him more aroused, “No, really. If you didn’t tell me, I would have guessed around 33 to 34.”
She sat straighter and seemed to push her breast together, “Really?”
He gave her another once over and swallowed thickly, “Yeah, really.”
Blythe studied his face, “Sean, are you okay? Your face is turning red,” she observed, her brows furrowed with concern.
Beads of perspiration started forming on the back of his neck, “Y - yeah, it’s just hot in here I guess,” he replied before taking a huge gulp of his drink, willing his libido to calm down.
“Really?” Blythe asked. She then placed her drink on top of the coffee table and stood up, “Let me adjust the thermostat.”
Sean managed to nod in response. He waited for her to be out of sight before he discreetly moved his hand between his legs and made a move to adjust himself. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan when his palm made contact with his erection. He grabbed his cock with his hand and squeezed it, hoping that it would somehow alleviate the ache. “This is not working, I have to take care of this,” his mind concluded when he felt himself grow harder. He hastily placed the can on top of the coffee table and shot up from his seat, “Blythe?” he called out.
“Just a minute, I can’t seem to fix this thing.”
“Don’t worry about it, I have to go anyway,” Sean said as he headed towards the door.
Blythe appeared out of nowhere and crashed into him.
Sean groaned when his erection made contact with her front.
“Oh,” Blythe gasped.
Sean felt his face burn with embarrassment, “I --- I should go,” he said as he hastily made a bee line towards the door.
Blythe grabbed his arm, “Sean...”
He stopped, “W - what?” he breathed out.
“Turn around,” she said, her voice void of emotion.
“No, I should go,” Sean shook his head as he wrapped his hand around the cold knob.
She didn’t speak, but she made a move towards him. She pressed her front to his back and shifted her hand lower.
A loud moan escaped Sean’s lips, “What are you doing?” he gasped.
“This?” Blythe asked huskily as she squeezed his cock with a firm grip.
Sean rested his forehead on the door, “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“You’re so hard,” Blythe said as she kept rubbing him. She then let her hand drop, “Turn around, I want to see you.”
He didn’t need more convincing; he turned around to face her.
She studied his face for a moment before moving towards his body, her eyes burning with something akin to hunger.
The look boosted Sean’s confidence in folds, “Like what you see?” he asked boldly.
Blythe licked her lips, “Depends on what you want me to see.”
Sean stalked Blythe like a lion to a prey. He stopped right in front of her and pressed his erection to her tummy. He lowered his head and gently nuzzled his nose along her cheek, “I want to see all of you, take your clothes off” he whispered before taking an earlobe with his lips.
Blythe slipped her hand between them, “Undress me then,” she whispered.
Chapter Three
Sean scooped her off the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. He started trailing kisses along her neck as he navigated his way back to the living room, “Couch, okay?” he mumbled.
She cupped his face, “Take me wherever and however you want,” she said before mashing their lips together.
Sean stumbled, but was able to regain his bearings. He tightened his hold on her hips as he blindly traced his steps back. He plopped down on the couch without breaking their contact, his tongue delving deeper into her parted lips.
She straddled his lap, her core perfectly aligned with his straining cock. She grabbed his hand and guided it towards her breast, her hips gyrating repeatedly.
He tore his lips away, “Fuck!” he groaned as his fingers started plucking and pinching her nipple. “You’re so hot.”
She slipped her hands under the hem of her blouse, “You haven’t seen the best yet,” she winked before peeling her blouse off with one tug.
“Damn, baby,” Sean hissed when he realized she was not wearing a bra. His hands snapped towards her exposed breast and started playing with her puckered nipples.
“That feels so good, don’t stop,” Blythe gasped.
He leaned forward and captured one bud. He swirled his tongue repeatedly before capturing the stiff peak with his lips, sucking and nipping it with gusto.
She hugged his head to her chest, her hips never losing its rhythm.
Sean released her tit with a loud pop, “You have to slow down babe or I’m going to blow before we even get to the good part,” he said through gritted teeth.
Blythe stilled her movements and threw him a naughty smile, “Let’s take care of you first then,” she said before licking her lips suggestively. She un-straddled his lap and unceremoniously dropped to her knees. She parted his legs and started unbuckling his belt, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you, you’re so hot, you know.”
“Well, since we’re being honest here, I’ve wanted to fuck you raw when I saw you bending over the parking lot,” he said crassly. He unbuttoned his shirt in record speed and threw it haphazardly on the floor. He then lifted his hips to help Blythe tug his pants down, making his erection bob towards his belly.
“Hmmmmnnnn, looks like someone is really happy to see me, huh?” Blythe said while eyeing his cock with hunger. “In fact, he’s kinda weeping,” she added as she watched a bead of pre-cum ooze from the tip.
He smirked as he leaned back on his seat, “Why don’t you kiss him better then, you know, to comfort him.”
Blythe never broke eye contact as she wrapped her hand around stiff shaft. She made an experimental tug and watched with glee as another bead seeped from the weeping head.
“Fuck me with your mouth,” he said through clenched jaw, his whole body tensing with the onslaught of sensations.
She moved her hand up and down, “As Mr. Anderson wants,” she said before leaning forward and wrapping her pouty lips around him.
A hiss of pleasure escaped Sean’s lips, making his eyes roll at the back of his head. His hands found its way around her head, his hips rocking back and forth.
Blythe bobbed her head a few more times before taking him deeper. When she felt his tip reach the back of her throat, she hummed loudly.
“Shit!” he cursed, his fingers digging into her skull. “I --- I’m close, you feel so good…”
Blythe moved her other hand between his parted legs and gave his balls a soft squeeze. She then slipped it further and started rubbing his perineum with her index finger, her mouth never losing its pace.
He was startled from the contact, making his hips buck. He felt the tip of his cock enter her throat, unexpectedly pushing him to the edge of ecstasy. “Fuck!”
She hummed with delight as she continued bobbing her head. After a few more licks, she slowly pulled his spent cock out of her mouth. “Good?” she asked with a smirk.
Sean licked his lips, his chest still heaving with intensity of his orgasm. “That was more than good, it was the best blow job I ever had.”
Blythe smiled contentedly as she sat on her haunches, “You don’t have to charm me Mr. Anderson, you already fucked my mouth,” she teased. She then arched her back and boldly cupped her tits, her nipples peeking from her fingers. “I was thinking about using these, but then, your cum tastes so good, I couldn’t take you out of my mouth,” she said with fake pout.
He stared at her body with hooded eyes, his nerves still buzzing with desire. “Take your skirt off and hop on the table,” he said.
The pout on Blythe’s lips vanished and was instantly replaced by a pleased smile. She pushed her skirt down and gingerly sat on the coffee table, “What now?” she asked.
“I want you to lie down and spread your legs wide.”
She lay on her back and made herself comfortable. She then slipped her arms under her knees and made a show of pulling her legs apart, gradually revealing her moist and pulsing core.
Sean went down on his knees, “You have a beautiful pussy, Blythe,” he complimented.
“You think so?”
He trailed his hands along her inner thighs, “Yeah, but I think I need to have a closer look to be sure, is that okay with you?” he asked huskily.
Blythe’s breaths started to come into short pants, “Y - yeah, be my guest.”
Sean didn’t need to be told twice; he leaned forward and started fucking her with his tongue.
“Oh god!”
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled. He pulled a fraction and brought his hand to her center. He slipped his index and middle finger into her drenched core before clamping his lips around her clit, his tongue circling and flicking around the distended knob.
Blythe’s body went rigid as a loud cry escaped her lips. She kept on grounding her pussy on his face, trying to prolong her orgasm.
He sucked and lapped at her core until she stopped writhing. He then pulled his face away from her pussy, his lips glistening with her release. “Yep, your pussy is beautiful, tasty too,” he said with a lopsided grin.
Blythe lifted her head from table, “Fuck, you sure know how to eat pussy,” she breathed out.
He leaned back on the couch, his hand going up and down his rigid shaft. “Do you think you can take more of this?”
“Y - yeah, but I don’t think I can move,” she complained.
“No problem,” he said as he stood up from his perch. He leaned forward and scooped her from the table. He wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection rubbing enticingly along her soaked pussy.
She peppered kisses along the column of his neck, “I need you in me,” she whispered.
Sean slipped his hand between them and gently eased himself into her, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed.
Blythe wrapped her arms around his neck to get more leverage before taking all of him in one swoop. “Ungh…” she moaned.
“Someone’s impatient,” he teased as he bounced her up and down.
She felt her eyes roll at the back of her head, “Yes! Fuck me!”
Sean moved them towards the couch and braced her ass on top of the wide armrest. He looped his arms behind her knees, “Don’t let go,” he warned her before his hips started snapping back and forth.
“Ungh! H --- harder, I need you harder, fuck me hard!”
He leaned forward and captured her lips into a hungry kiss. He then slipped his hand between them and started rubbing her clit just in time with his furious thrusts.
Blythe’s body stiffened for the second time, “I --- I’m coming!” she cried as she felt her pussy clamped around his cock.
“Thank fuck!” he hissed through clenched teeth. He pulled his hand away and braced his hand on the back of the couch to steady him. He kept his pace, letting her convulsing inner muscle grip him, milking his cock dry. Three more thrusts and he found himself toppling over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, his mind filled with nothing but unadulterated bliss.
Chapter Four
It has been days since their last encounter and yet, Sean can’t seem to get Blythe off his mind. He leaned back on his couch and covered his face with his hands, “Get over it, it’s just only a one-time deal,” he mumbled.
“Ding Dong”
He let his hands fall to his lap, his brows furrowed with confusion. He turned his face to the side to check the time, “Who could that be?” he asked himself when he saw that it was almost close to midnight.
“Sean? Are you home?”
His ears perked up when he recognized the voice. He shot out of his seat and made a bee line towards the door. He quickly unlocked it before yanking it open, “Did something happen? Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes surveying the dimly lit hallway.
Blythe threw him a confused look, “No, everything is fine. Are you okay?”
He felt embarrassment wash over him, “Err --- I just thought that something happened, it’s kinda late,” he replied sheepishly.
Blythe bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling, “Can I come in?” she asked.
Sean took a step back and opened the door wider, “Yeah, sure.”
She padded towards the living room, her eyes taking in her surroundings. “You have a beautiful place, screams bachelor though.”
Sean closed the door shut, “Well, I am that,” he replied as he leaned on the wall and just watched her.
“No girlfriend or wife chained in the attic?”
He blinked a few times before throwing his head back in laughter.
Blythe turned around to face him, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
Sean’s laughter died down as he folded his arms on top of his chest, “You have a weird sense of humor, you know that?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Oh, I do,” she replied. She then moved her hands towards the knot on her robe, tugging it loose. She kept her eyes on him as she let the silk drop to the floor, baring her naked body to him. “I’m very funny,” she winked before turning on her heels and walking towards the large glass panel that can be considered as a window.
As if on cue, Sean felt his cock stir to life. He let his arms drop to his side, his feet already on the move to reach her.
Blythe placed her hand on the glass, her eyes fixed on the night sky line.
Sean slipped his arm under her breast, pulling her flush against his chest. He angled his face to her neck, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. “Damn funny,” he whispered.
She let her head fall to side, giving him an unobstructed access to her neck. She then placed her hand on top of his, guiding it towards her core.
He cupped her pussy, his fingers automatically slipping between her wet lips. He continued peppering kisses along the column of her neck; “Is this for me? Did I make you this wet?” he asked huskily.
Blythe parted her legs to give him more space to play with her pussy, “I can’t stop thinking about you and how you taste,” she moaned.
Sean plunged his fingers deeper, his other hand shifting towards her breast. “Can’t forget how hard I made you cum, huh?”
“Y --- yeah,” she gasped, her hips pushing back to his erection.
“Do you want me to fuck you again Blythe? Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you while the whole city watches?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want them to hear you scream my name while I ram my hard cock into you and pound you until you can’t walk straight?” Sean asked as he pinched her taut bud with her fingers.
Blythe hung her head, her whole body shaking with arousal, “Do it! Fuck me Sean, fuck me now!”
Sean yanked his fingers out of her and bent her forward. He quickly pushed his basket ball shorts down and impaled her in one go, “Fuck!” he groaned.
She braced her hands on the glass panel and parted her legs to steady herself, “Move!” she hissed.
He leaned forward and grabbed her jiggling breasts, his hips snapping back and forth relentlessly.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Argh --- harder!” she demanded.
Sean moved his face closer, his teeth grazing her shoulder. “Do you like this? Do you want my cock in your pussy?”
She let her other hand drop and moved it between her legs. She cupped her pussy, her fingers framing his shaft with every thrust, “I like it, you make me so hot,” she replied between heavy pants. She continued caressing him, the heel of her hand pressing into her pulsing clit.
Sean let her breasts go and shifted his hands to her hips. He widened his stance and started tugging her hips back to meet his thrusts, “Don’t stop playing with your pussy, rub your clit baby, I’m so close,” he grunted.
Blythe flicked her sensitive knob repeatedly, “S --- sean!” she screamed when she felt something snap within her, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.
He pulled out and turned her around. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her to the pane. He positioned his cock into her center before plunging into her again, “Every time feels so good,” he groaned.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, “Come for me Sean, fill me with your hot cum,” she said lewdly.
He buried his face into the crook of her neck, ramming into her with all that he’s got.
“Come!” Blythe whispered just as she tightened her pussy around him, holding his cock in a vice grip.
Sean rocked his hips a few more times before he felt himself explode, “Blythe!” he screamed in pleasure.
Chapter Five
Sean grabbed two bottled water from his fridge before he made his way back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and handed the other bottle to Blythe, “Here you go,” he said.
“Thanks,” Blythe replied. She popped the cap off and took a large swig of the cold beverage.
Sean leaned back on his seat, his eyes never hers.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing, just trying to figure things out, I guess,” he replied.
“Figure things out? What do you mean?” she asked with an arched brow.
“We already established that we can’t keep our hands off of each other, so, what exactly are we going to do?”
Blythe scooted back to the armrest, “Well, I don’t want a relationship, I just got off of one, remember? How about you?” she asked bluntly.
“Thank god!” Sean thought as he tried to keep the relief from his face. He took a sip from his bottle, “Same here, I’m quite contented with my bachelor life - relationships have a tendency to complicate things,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Babe, you’re pitching to the choir,” she said with a chuckle. She then pulled her knees to her chest, her water bottle dangling from her hand. “So, going back to your question, what are we going to do,” she said with a thoughtful look.
Sean couldn’t help himself; his eyes started straying towards her bare legs. He shifted on his seat as his cock started to make its presence known. “You just fucked her man, what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked himself.
“Sean, are you even listening to me?”
Sean tore his away from her legs to meet her gaze, “I - err, sorry, what did you say?”
Blythe’s eyes moved down to his crotch and felt her eyes widen in shock when she spotted his now prominent erection. “We just had sex and you’re already sporting a hard on? What are you? A fucking machine?” she asked, her voice tinged with a combination of incredulousness and admiration.
Sean felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, “I can’t help it! My body seems to have a mind of its own when you’re near it!” he said.
“Did you just blame me for your hard on?”
“It’s not my fault too,” he grumbled.
She stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into fits of giggles.
Sean rolled his eyes, “Let’s get back to the topic,” he said dryly. He folded his arms on top of his chest and stared at her, “Are we going to stop to this and just continue being neighbors or do you want us to be neighbors who occasionally fuck?” he asked crassly.
Blythe bit her lip to stifle her giggles as she cocked her head to the side, “Let me guess, you’re gearing towards the second option since you pointed out a few minutes ago that we can’t keep our hands off of each other, right?” she asked.
He kept his face impassive, “Yeah, that’s only the logical way to go,” he replied.
She cracked a smile, “Logical? Big word,” she teased. She then threw her bottle on the carpeted floor before crawling towards him, her breast on full display from the neckline of her robe. She straddled his lap and started running her nails along his chest, “Give me a more realistic answer and I’ll say yes to that.”
Sean licked his lips, “Like what?” he asked.
She leaned forward and started scattering kisses on his face, “Like I’m your hot MILF fantasy that came to life,” she purred.
He bucked his hips, pressing his erection firmly on her hot core. “Okay then, you’re my MILF fantasy that came to life, my walking wet dream,” he replied huskily.
“Then we’re all figured out, now, fuck me.”
“With pleasure - pun intended, because I'm funny that way.”
"Shut up and just ---"
Sean mashed their lips together and swallowed her words with a ravenous kiss.