There was a sudden knock on the door. It was a gentle tap, almost afraid to be noticed.
Getting to his feet, still holding the trash bag, he opened the door to find Anna-Beth there. She held two coffees and a bag from the bakery. “I thought you could do with a morning wake-up. I saw you come back home, and I took my car out. It’s a morning bagel they’ve started to make. A complete breakfast in one sandwich. I’m rambling. Please, stop me.”
“I find it cute,” he said, opening the door. “You didn’t go to work.”
“I was going to but then I saw how messy your backyard was, and I figured you could use the help to clean up.”
“You didn’t make the mess.”
“But I was still at the same party and well, I’m a nice person.”
“You ever think you’re too nice?” he asked.
“There’s no such thing as being too nice.” She turned and he saw her cheeks were a nice shade of red. “Do you want to eat first?”
“Yeah, I’m starved.” He dropped the bag and moved toward his dining room table, which was surprisingly clean. No sign of any mess or shit he had to deal with. Fucking shocked.
He pulled out a chair for her to sit before taking the one at the head of the table. She sat beside him and he watched her.
She wore way too many clothes. “I washed the bikini you lent me. I’ll bring it around later if you’d like.”
“I didn’t lend it to you. You can keep it.” He sipped at the coffee and closed his eyes. Damn, that was good.
“Here is your breakfast bagel.” She pulled out a large circular wrapped delight. He opened it up and took a large bite, closing his eyes even as egg oozed out of the sandwich and down onto the wrapper he left on the table. “Is everything okay? Did someone report your party?”
“Nah, everything is good. It’s more of a personal club thing than the party last night. Although, I’m thinking of organizing a cookout for the whole street. We’re new here, so it would be good. We’ll buy the food, get people to bring out tables, chairs. Have some music and maybe some clowns for the kids. What do you think?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I hate clowns. They freak me out.”
“You’re not a kid.”
“Very true,” she said with a laugh. “I like it. It sounds great.”
He watched her as she ate her food. Did she think of the kiss last night? Did she touch her pussy thinking about him?
Leaning back in his chair, he was a little surprised. The little he knew of Anna-Beth, he expected her to be at work, trying to make up for lost time, or believing she owed someone something for just having a good time.
She didn’t owe anyone anything, but she had that air around her that stopped her from having fun. Yet here she was in his dining room, complete with a bagel of goodness, and that had to be rewarded. Would he shock her? Scare her away?
He wouldn’t know until he tried.
“I want to fuck you, Anna-Beth,” he said. “I’m not after hearts and flowers, but from the moment I saw you move in next door, I wanted to know just how tight your pussy would be wrapped around my cock.”
“Rix?”
He watched her. She didn’t frown or look offended.
“Did you touch yourself last night? Did you tease your clit thinking about me? I’ve got to say, I intended for you to be dancing on my dick all night.” He finished off his bagel, took a swig of coffee, and climbed out of his chair.
Placing his hands on either side of hers, he leaned in close. “It would be so good between us, you know that, right?”
“I don’t … I’ve never done this.”
“What? Taken your body on a path of fucking? You wouldn’t have to deal with the whole club. Just me. I won’t share you. I want you.” After years of being without, he took her hand, and even after everything that went down last night, he was aroused. He put her hand right on his dick. He was swollen. If he tried to take his cock out now, it would hurt, his pants were so tight.
She didn’t pull away. Her hand tightened around his cock, and she licked her lips.
He cupped her face, running his thumb across her mouth where her tongue had been. “You keep doing that and I’m going to have to see how good you are at sucking my cock.”
“This is crazy,” she said but made no move to pull away.
“What do you say then, Anna-Beth? We should do something crazy this summer. You belong to me.” He lifted her up out of the chair, running a hand down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh through her jeans. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to this ass?”
“No.”
“I can show you. All you’ve got to do is give yourself to me. Trust me and I will take you on the ride of your life.” He slammed his lips down on hers, and she cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on to him. He lifted her up and lowered her onto the table, stepping between her spread legs.
He cupped between her pussy, hearing her cry out and feeling her rock against him, almost begging for more, and he was more than happy to give it to her.
After lifting his shirt up over his head, he threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. Next, he removed her shirt. It was far too big. She needed clothes that showed off these glorious tits to perfection. He pressed her breasts together, kissing the mounds.
“I need your consent,” he said.
He rubbed his face against her tits, pulling down one lacy cup to tongue her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He bit down on the tip before lathering it with his tongue.
She cried out, arching up. “Yes,” she said.
“You’re going to be mine?”
“Yes.”
“Your pussy is mine to command?”
She giggled. “Yes.”
“Your ass.”
“I don’t know what you can do with it, but yes.”
“And this mouth?” he asked, kissing her lips, sliding his tongue inside her lips.
“Yes,” she said when he gave her a moment to breathe. It wasn’t a lot of time. He couldn’t give her too much. He fucking craved her.
“Good.” He flicked the catch at the back of her bra, spilling her tits out. He covered them with his hands, lifting them up, feeling their weight. He fingered her nipples and then took each one into his mouth, sucking them.
Anna-Beth wrapped her legs around him as she cried out. Her nipples had to be sensitive. Leaving them alone, he went to the button of her jeans, flicking it open. He didn’t waste any time removing the jeans out of his way. He wanted her naked, exposed, in front of him, for him to do as he wished.
Her panties were much easier to deal with. He tore them from her in one tight tug, shredding the material.
“Whenever you come to my house, don’t wear panties unless you’ve got your woman troubles.”
She let out a laugh. “Woman troubles?”
“It’s the only time you’ll be allowed to wear them or I’m going to spank this ass for disobeying me.” He quickly spun her around so she was bent across the table. His hands touched her ass, spreading the cheeks wide. “And this is a fine ass to play with.”
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Anna-Beth had a feeling she knew what he meant about playing with her ass and touching her. He spread the cheeks wide and his fingers dived between her crack. She’d never been touched intimately there before. She couldn’t help but tense up.