42

Joey
I seriously don’t understand why all massages can’t have happy endings.
No, what I don’t understand is how anyone can get through a massage without their dick getting as stiff as the Washington Monument.
And why in the fuck is Sophie rubbing my ass, anyway? It’s my low back that hurts, not my ass.
Not that I want her to stop.
I want her to go fucking on. She’s torturing me now, her fingertips brushing between my ass cheeks, her thumbs prodding the inside of my sitboneway too fucking close to my balls to not be sexual.
She’s going to get herself in trouble if she keeps it up.
Big trouble.
I don’t know what game she’s playing, but I swear to Christ, she is asking for punishment.
I want her to wrap those clever fingers of hers right around my erection. To lean down and purr in my ear again with that sex-kitten voice of hers and tell me to let her have it.
Sophie Palazzo is all grown up, and I want a piece of her.
She moves the sheet over and works on my other side, torturing me the same way. At this rate, I’m going to be in more pain when I leave than when I came in.
“Sophie,” I growl.
“Mmm hmm?” She dips those fingers between my legs, finding the inside of my sit bone on this side, causing my ball sack to tighten.
“You keep that up, and you’re gonna find yourself in a world of trouble.”
I swear to la Madonna, she’s angling for it because she doesn’t miss a beat. “What kind of trouble?”
“The kind that ends with you on this table and me pounding between your legs until you scream.”
That stops her. Her fingers still against my skin.
Then she goes in for the kill, sweeping right over my balls, massaging them with even more expertise than she used on the rest of me.
All I can think is that she wants me to fuck her. She wants it hard and rough and out of control because that’s what I need to give her.
I twist and catch her wrist, making her gasp. I swing my legs off the table to stand, pick her up by the waist, and sit her on the massage table. “This what you want?” I don’t even recognize my own voice, it’s so deep and guttural.
I push her back on the table and hike one knee toward her shoulder. She’s in a short skirt, so all I have to do is pull her panties to the side to lick into her. “You need your own happy ending, babygirl?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
Well. This is unexpected.
Definitely not an unpleasant turn of events, though. I suck her labia, tease her folds with the tip of my tongue, penetrate her with it.
She grips the back of my head, pressing me against that juicy flesh. I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she bucks. “Do you have a condom?”
Well, damn. That sounded like one hell of an invitation, if I ever heard one.
“I do.” I pull her off the table and spin her to face it, then lift her skirt and smack her ass, probably harder than I should for a first date.
Is this a first date? Whatever it is.
“This is what happens when you tease my cock, Sophie.” I pull down her panties and smack her other cheek.
“Oh!” she gasps. She reaches back to rub, and I take her wrist and fold her arm behind her back.
“You get fucked. Hard.”
“Yes, please,” she murmurs.
I hold her hips and guide my cock to her entrance, which is wet and ready. This is so fucked up because while Sophie is as familiar as family, I don’t even know her. I haven’t spoken to her in over a dozen years. Not since she was a kid, and her father had just died. Or maybe it was my father’s funeral when she handed me a pack of gum.
But I forget all that the moment I press into her. The heat of her flesh engulfs my cock, and I nearly lose my mind. She had me suffering so long I’m already done for, so I grip her hips with both hands and give it to her fast and hard.
She lifts her head, arching her tits off the table, and croons my name.
I nearly come just from hearing the need in her voice.
“Joey…oh God, Joey.”
Cristo.
I won’t last. There’s something so hot about this scenario. About conquering Sophie Palazzo.
Because I know she wasn’t happy to see me. She may have been turned on, but she doesn’t like what I am.
She’s the same as her mom, this one.
I shouldn’t take that as a challenge, but I do.
Now I want to hear her beg. To make her ache and arch and cry out for me.
I kick her feet wider and spread her ass cheeks to give her the sensation of my loins slapping against her back hole.
She moans loudly. Gushes lubricant.
“That’s it, babygirl. Take me deep.”
“Yes, please. I will.” She’s babbling. Out of her mind. Exactly the way I want her.
I fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster. My balls tighten and lift.
I reach around and rub her clit with the pad of my middle finger, and she squirts, her muscles tightening around my dick so hard I come.
My shout mingles with her throaty cry of satisfaction, and I keep pounding into her as I release. Eventually, I slow, but keep stroking her clit, wringing out a string of aftershocks.
I lean over and bite her shoulder, and the reality of the scene comes rushing back. “You okay?” I ask, remembering that I barely know this woman. “Was I too rough, angel?”
She lets out a hectic laugh. “I liked it.”
Since she didn’t say no, I’m guessing that means that I definitely crossed a few lines. I couldn’t help it. She had me so riled up, I couldn’t think straight.
I ease out of her and pull up her panties.
“Not sure if my back’s any better, but my dick sure is happy.” Probably a thought I should’ve kept to myself.
Sophie pulls her skirt down and turns to face me. “Let’s, um…let’s not do that again.”
Fuck that. I cock my head, trying to figure this woman out. “We’re definitely doing it again.”
I don’t know what makes me say it, other than that same challenge I feel to conquer Sophie. Because she doesn’t want to want me, but she does.
Her eyes widen with surprise like she’s not used to guys who come on strong.
I reach for her waist. “Let me take you to dinner.”
She shakes her head, stepping back to slip out of my grip. “I’ll let you get dressed.” She escapes from the room before I can protest.
“I’m taking you to dinner,” I call through the door.
Sophie Palazzo might think she can resist me. She might try. But I’m the kinda guy who loves a challenge.
And I intend to make her mine.
I’m the kind of guy who likes to conquer.
And Sophie Palazzo is definitely my next conquest.