Kelvin
Her mouth tasted like whiskey and lip gloss sweet, burning, forgettable.
I pinned her against the cool wall of my penthouse the moment the door clicked shut behind us, my hands already beneath the hem of her dress. She gasped into my mouth, but I didn't slow down. I didn't want soft. I wanted reckless and she wanted it fast.
She moaned when my hands gripped her thighs, and I felt her wetness. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I carried her through the apartment like she weighed nothing, dropping her onto the edge of the leather couch.
"You've got a lot of tension," she said, teasing.
"You've got no idea," I muttered, kissing down her neck and reminding myself it's not Anna
She arched into me, fingers tugging at my belt, her body warm and willing. It should've been enough the way she gasped when I slid my hand between her thighs, the way her back arched when I pulled her panties aside and pushed two fingers inside her pussie . She was very we.
But I couldn't stop seeing Anna.
The way she gasped my name when we kissed.
The way she trembled under my touch five years ago.
I growled and shook the thought away, focusing on the woman panting under me.
"Can I fuck you " I asked, voice rough against her ear.
"Yes," she whimpered.i stood up went to my room and got a condom
I stripped us both without ceremony, her dress tossed somewhere behind us, my pants halfway down my legs. I didn't care. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me on the couch, nails dragging down my chest as she lowered herself slowly onto me. Complaining how big my dick is and how she will love it
My head dropped back.
She rode me like she had something to prove, moaning as she rocked her hips, her breasts brushing my mouth. I gripped her waist and moved her harder, faster, needing to drown in this. In anything.
I flipped her over, pressing her back into the couch cushions, driving into her with the kind of force that should've emptied me but didn't.
She cried out my name. But I whispered another.
Anna.
Always Anna.
Even with someone else's body beneath me, it was her face I saw.
Her scent I craved.
Her lips I wanted to taste again.
When I came, it was with a sharp, broken groan anger and lust twisting into one hot release. But even then, I didn't feel satisfaction.
I felt empty.
The woman curled into me afterward, smiling like she'd won something. I let her stay, but I didn't touch her again.
My body had moved on. But my heart never had. She wanted to follow me to my bed room but I told her to use the guest room.