Page 30 of Pride

ELEVEN

Anna

Because of complications in our relationship, I’d stopped having sex with Josh a year before I finally got up enough nerve to leave. I had no idea when Fisher had been with a woman last, but it had at least been ten years.

Collectively, we were on the verge of a sexual meltdown. I wasn’t a slut by any means, but I did have some sexual issues, and I was well aware of them.

Having someone like Fisher in my life was a godsend.

But I was still a kinky mess.

With my eyes fixed on his crotch, I pushed my shorts down my thighs. “I’m not waiting for any furniture.” I gestured toward the kitchen. “Fuck me on that island. It’s kind of like furniture.”

“Seriously?”

“Look. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little kinky. I’d have fucked you in the street if you’d have let me.”

He let out a laugh and reached for his belt. “That’s good to know.”

I kicked my panties to the side and pulled my shirt over my head. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’d love to fuck you in the street.”

“Don’t tempt me.” I unclasped my bra. “I’ll get us kicked out of this neighborhood before we move in.”

He pushed his jeans to mid-thigh. As soon as the material cleared the tip of his dick, the entire length sprung free. My mouth fell open at the sight of his massive girth. His cock was as stiff as a stone, swaying back and forth as he struggled to get his jeans off.

I tossed my bra into the pile of clothes that was quickly gathering on the floor. When I looked up, he was standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. I wanted him to lose the shirt, but my aching pussy couldn’t wait another second.

I had my doubts that I could accept his entire length inside of me, but I wanted as much of it as I could manage – and, I wanted it rough. I didn’t want to be slapped around – or abused – but I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard. I turned toward the kitchen, took a few steps, and then paused.

“Does that thing get bigger when it’s hard?” I asked over my shoulder, my tone thick with sarcasm.

I hoped the snide remark would force him to grudge fuck me.

“When it’s hard?” He shot me a glare. “It’s hard as a rock right now.”

“It looked kind of…” I gave a dismissive shrug and walked toward the kitchen. “…never mind.”

As I was climbing on top of the island, he came through the entrance and pressed both hands to his hips. “Never mind what?”

He was shirtless. His wide chest sat atop an extremely well-defined mid-section that came to a ‘v’ at his hips. His throbbing cock pointed skyward. His eyes expressed his aggravation with my comments.

Perfect.

“It just. I don’t know.” I let out a phony sigh. “I suppose it’ll do.”

He gripped it in his fist and stroked it a few times. “You suppose it’ll do?”

I struggled to remain straight-faced. My gaze fell to his rigid shaft. After a few seconds of watching him stroke it, I looked up. “It’ll be fine. I’m sure with a cock like that, you’re pretty creative, huh? You’ve got to be, right?”

In two long strides, he was at the edge of the island. Then, he snatched me off it, and lowered me to the floor in front of him.

His palm pressed firm between my shoulder blades. I obliged by bending over in front of him, lowering my chest to the cold surface of the granite island.

The breath shot from my lungs as he pushed a finger inside of me. I closed my eyes and tried my best to prepare for what was next.

He added another finger. As the length of his digits began to work their way in and out of my wetness, I opened my eyes and searched the room.