Say You're Mine: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Southport Love Stories Book 4), Sarah Brooks [urban books to read .txt] 📗

I started to shake my head. “I can’t just leave. My boss will be pissed—”

“What if I paid for the rest of your shift?” she countered.

“Um…”

“Let me talk to your boss.” Tiffany got to her feet and left me alone in the seventies porn room.

What the hell was going on? Where was this going?

Tiffany seemed like a nice lady. She seemed into me and not just for my body. This entire exchange had thrown me off.

Tiffany returned ten minutes later and motioned for me to follow her. “Darla says it’s fine. Come on. My car’s out front.”

I looked down at the tight-fitting suit with the Velcro seams I was wearing. “I should change.”

Tiffany’s eyes heated. “Don’t. I like it.” Her voice became husky and I knew, without a doubt, where this evening was going.

**

“Ahh, Robbie, oh my god!” Tiffany screamed as I pounded away, my cock thrusting so deeply into her pussy I wondered if she could feel me in her throat.

We had gone back to her apartment—a massive space in the middle of the city. It used to be a warehouse and had been gentrified in the last few years. It was one giant room separated by plants and thin, gauzy dividers.

Tiffany had opened a bottle of wine. We talked a little more. I found myself telling her about my brother. About my financial responsibilities. About how much I wanted to take care of my family. She had a way of getting me to open up. She didn’t prod. She asked me questions. She let me speak without filling the silence. She wasn’t expectant. And because she wasn’t pushy, I found it easy to talk to her. I unloaded on Tiffany in a way I hadn’t spoken to anyone. Ever.

Tiffany had honed the art of active listening and she wielded it like a super power.

I was raw. I was vulnerable. And then she made her move.

She kissed me.

And the next thing I knew, we were in her king-sized bed, our clothes on the floor, and I was balls-deep inside her. Her skin was smooth and I liked the feel of her. I had had sex a total of one other time in my life, but my inexperience didn’t seem to matter to Tiffany.

“Pinch my nipples. Hard,” she barked, arching her back. I did as I was told and she screamed again. I wondered what her neighbors must think.

“Flip me over. I want you to fuck my ass,” she commanded.

“What?” I panted, not sure I heard her correctly. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. This woman could go for hours.

She sat up and wrapped her legs around my waist, causing me to stop thrusting. She kissed my jaw. “Oh baby, you're so sweet and innocent. Have you ever stuck your dick in a woman’s ass before?”

“Um, no,” I muttered.

She took my bottom lip between her teeth. “Trust me, you’ll like it,” she purred. “Now flip me over. Don’t be gentle about it. I like it rough.”

She bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. I gripped her hips and pulled out. Then I lifted her and dropped her on her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow. She lifted her ass into the air and I dug my fingers into her flesh as I pushed into her tight, tight asshole. It was weird. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Did it hurt her?

Then I started moving and the grip on my cock was unlike anything I had ever felt before. She seemed to like it. She squirmed beneath me, her screams muffled by the pillow. I kept one hand on the back of her neck, the other digging into the flesh of her firm ass as I pummeled it. Only a few minutes went by before I had to come. I started to pull out but Tiffany stopped me.

“Cum in my ass, Robbie,” she begged.

Not needing any further encouragement, I came so hard I saw spots behind my eyelids. When I was finished I fell onto the bed, pulling her close to me. I figured she’d want to cuddle now. Isn’t that what women wanted?

Tiffany lifted one of my hands and kissed my knuckles before laughing breathlessly. “You’re good at that, sweetheart. Better than most.”

“Thanks,” I said, not knowing how else to respond.

“Now go clean up, we’re not done yet.” She raised her eyebrow provocatively. “Bathroom’s over there.” She pointed across the room to another door.

I did as I was asked, making quick work of washing off. It felt strange using her fancy hand towels that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. When I was finished I went back to her, finding she had rolled onto her back. She looked at me and beckoned me over with a crook of her finger.

I laid back on the bed beside her, draping an arm over her flat stomach. I looked down into her face. Most of her makeup had been rubbed off and she looked much older now. Maybe older than I originally thought. I wasn’t about to ask her age. My mother had raised me not to be rude. “You haven’t had much experience though, have you? Were you a virgin?”

I felt myself get defensive. “No. I wasn’t a virgin!” I exclaimed indignantly.

She laughed again and kissed my rigid mouth. “You’re so damn cute when you’re offended. I’m just saying there’s an innocence about you that’s sexy as hell. It makes me want to do very, very naughty things to you.” She ran her hand down my front and took my cock in her hand. I felt myself start to harden again. She giggled. “You’re so responsive. That’s a good thing.” She licked the underside of my jaw. “I’ve been with a lot of men in my life, but none have tasted quite as good as you, Robbie baby.”

I pushed her onto her back and fit myself between her legs. “I’m ready if