Free Just One Look (Women of Substance) by Marilyn Lee

how sexy and pretty I was and that he was all mine too. Nice.
     
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    Narena
     
    The next morning I woke alone. With my eyes closed, I laid in bed, shaking as I remembered the night before…Anderson pushing his bare cock inside me and fucking me raw…filling me with endless jets of seed. Oh God! Please make what happened last night an aberration and not something he routinely does.
    I was reluctant to get up and face myself and the possible consequences of the previous night’s recklessness. Although I used birth control, that wouldn’t protect me from STD’s.
    What the hell were you thinking? I turned onto my side and clasped a hand on my neck, expecting my fingers to encounter a sizable hickey. The skin felt smooth and flat. I felt the other side of my neck. No hickey there either. Frowning, I opened my eyes and slipped out of bed.
    I went into the bathroom to discover that both sides of my neck were hickey free. I frowned and walked back into the bedroom to look at the sheet. The tiny stain there was not what I expected. I looked down. There was no evidence of cum on my slit.
    I shook my head and then closed my eyes as I realized what had happened. I sank onto the side of the bed. I should have felt relief at the knowledge that I’d dreamed the entire raw fuck. Disappointment filled me instead. We hadn’t fucked raw. Nor had he said he loved me. Damn. What a letdown.
     
    Anderson
     
    During my five-mile run the next morning, thoughts of Narena and our night together filled my thoughts. My reaction to our lovemaking surprised me—as did how sexy I found her body. Narena bore no resemblance to my ideal woman—a slender, blue-eyed blonde. Yet none of my former lovers had so totally enthralled me after one fuck. Hell, who was I kidding? The fascination had started the moment I laid eyes on her—before she’d let my cock anywhere near her pussy.
    Waking to find her lying within the circle of my arms had made getting up to run more difficult than it had ever been. I’d wanted to watch her sleep and then kiss her awake so I could fuck her again and again.
    Damn what a woman—beautiful dark skin, an extremely curved, padded, and luscious body, warm, sweet lips, and a tight pussy I could imagine happily fucking for years to come without ever needing another woman for variety.
    What the fuck, Prescott. Get a damned grip and stop thinking with your cock. You don’t have years. You have a few weeks…maybe a month or two at best to get her out of your system. After that, she’ll begin to imagine you want a permanent relationship with her. From there she’ll expect a proposal. And that is not going to happen.
    Eager to see her and to maximize every moment of our time together, I jogged back home. I stopped in the complex twenty-four hour shop to buy a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. I was hoping to find her still in bed and ready to give me some early morning loving but she sat on the living room balcony drinking coffee.
    I joined her, placing the candy and roses in front of her before I bent to kiss her lips. “Morning.”
    She turned that slow, sexy smile of hers on me that could light of the darkest of nights and I wanted to sweep her into my arms and fuck her until my dick wilted. “Morning.” She glanced at my shorts and tee-shirt. “Did you enjoy your run?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “Why not? Too hot already?”
    “Yes—from thoughts of you.”
    “That seems fair.”
    “How?” I asked, trailing a hand down her neck to her breasts.
    “I dreamed of you in graphic detail so it’s only fair you should have thought of me while you ran.”
    Intrigued, I bent to kiss her neck. “Tell me about this graphic dream of yours and maybe we can make it come true.”
    She shook her head. “There’s not much chance of that happening.”
    “Why not? What did you dream about? Tell me.”
    “It’s too embarrassing.”
    I nipped her ear. “I can promise you I won’t be embarrassed.”
    “But I