Free More Layers: Book Two Layers Series by Tl Alexander

Big Guy’ likes that.”
    “‘The Big Guy’ missed you.”
    “Is that so?” she says and runs her hand down my abs, stopping just below my waistband.
    “The Big Guy” jumps again.
    “I think you’re right, but let’s see how much,” she teases.
    She pulls on my fly with one hand. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
    My cock’s swollen head peeks out from the top of my boxers.
    “Oh my,” she says, “what do we have here?”
    She takes a finger and gently strokes it. I feel and watch as pre-cum seeps out.
    She smiles. “That’s a first for me. I’ve never seen pre-cum—come.”
    God, this woman makes me feel alive—turns me inside out like no one can.
    She spreads the pre-cum over the head. I close my eyes and hear a deep moan rise from the back of my throat. I need more. I open my eyes and tug on her tee and lift her away from the wall so she can pull it up and off.
    She tossed her shirt over my shoulder and I take her in. She’s wearing a sexy red and black bra. It looks great on her but I want lace-less tits.
    I reach behind her with one hand. Snap. She lowers her arms, and it falls to the floor.
    My eyes graze over the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen, or will ever see. God, I’ve missed them. I’ve seen these tits, this body, in my mind so many times, but my imagination never did them justice, could never do them justice. I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth.
    She leans back, giving me better access. I suck, lick, and bite. She moans, groans, and trembles.
    I bite a nipple one last time before my lips grant it liberation. I wish I could suck and bite her tits all day. But I’m too close...riding the edge close and I want, no need, to be inside her. I snap open her holey, worn, Levis. You’d never guess that this woman is worth billions. Worn vintage Aerosmith tee, holey Levis, and Chucks. I tug down her zipper and it gets caught on the lace of her panties.
    She giggles. “Let me down. I’ll get them off.”
    I release her legs and she slides down the wall and stands. She kicks off her Chucks then goes to work on her zipper.
    She tugs. “Crap. It’s really stuck.” She keeps on trying with no luck.
    “Let me try again.” I take over and the damn thing won’t budge.
    “Jax, I think we need scissors.”
    Fuck that. Tug. Pull. Rip. “Nope, no need for scissors.”
    Her cheeks redden. “What the hell! Those are...were my favorite pair of jeans.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Jax,” she huffs out.
    “It’ll be worth it,” I tease.
    “It better be Mr. Ryan. I’ve had those jeans for ten years. They were in the perfect state of worn-ness.”
    I look down at her torn lace panties.
    “Go ahead and rip them, I could careless about them.
    I know the brand, and I know she has them custom made, and they cost her a small fortune. Most women would strangle me if I ripped them, but Lex has never been most women—ever. That’s why I love her, wanted her, from the first moment she walked into my office. She’s a one of kind, and I pray that soon she’ll be my one and only.
    I laugh as I rip them down the front. They fall to the floor and she kicks them away.
    I kick of my loafers.
    She lifts a perfect brow. “Now it’s your turn.” She gifts me with a perfect smile and helps me slid down my jeans and boxer briefs. I kick them off. Free at last.
    I lift her ass and push her back into and up the wall. She wraps her legs around me.
    “I can’t wait any longer. I need you, babe.”
    “Yes,” she breathes out.
    I position my cock just outside of her dripping entrance.
    I push in.
    She pushes me back. “Protection.”
    “Fuck!” I huff and release her. I pick up my jeans and grab my wallet and go through it.
    “Fuck! I can’t believe this.”
    She smiles. “No worries. I have an entire basket full.” She points to a basket sitting on the entry table.
    I walk over, pick it up, and walk back. It’s filled with condoms, fuck toys, and other known and unknown fuckery items. “What is this? The Vegas