**Chapter 1: Open House, Open Desire**
The drive from San Diego to Austin had been a grueling slog, but the promise of a fresh start—and a certain realtor named Shannon—kept my engine revving. I’d heard about her through a friend: sharp, savvy, and drop-dead gorgeous. When I finally met her, she didn’t disappoint. Early forties, married with kids, but you’d never guess it from the way her tight black dress clung to her tiny, toned frame. That smile of hers? It could melt steel, and I was far from immune.
We’d been house hunting for weeks, and every day with her was a slow burn. Lingering glances, the brush of her hip against mine as we toured yet another overpriced Austin fixer-upper—it was torture. Today, though, I was done playing coy. The AC hummed in the empty house, but the heat between us was suffocating. Shannon was mid-sentence, gesturing at the open-concept kitchen, when I stepped into her space. Her breath caught, those sharp green eyes flicking to mine.
“You’ve been driving me fucking insane,” I growled, my hand sliding up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her dress. Her skin was warm, smooth as sin.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, her lips parted, and she wet them with a slow swipe of her tongue. “Careful, Brian. I don’t play games I can’t win,” she shot back, voice low and dripping with challenge.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not playing.” I pressed her against the granite counter, the cool stone a stark contrast to the fire in her gaze. “Tell me to stop, and I will. But I don’t think you want me to.”
Her smirk was pure defiance. “You think you’ve got me figured out? Prove it.”
That was all the green light I needed. My mouth crashed into hers, the kiss hungry and hard, a collision of pent-up want. She met me with equal force, her nails digging into my shoulders as if daring me to back off. No chance in hell. My hands roamed, shoving that dress up to her waist, revealing long, sculpted legs and a scrap of black lace barely covering her. No bra—just perky tits with hard pink nipples begging for attention. Fuck, she was a vision.
I dropped to my knees, hooking my fingers into her thong and peeling it down slow, savoring the sight of her. Her pussy was already glistening, wet and ready, the musky scent of her arousal hitting me like a drug. “Goddamn, Shannon, you’re drenched,” I muttered, voice rough with need.
“Less talking, more doing,” she snapped, but her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer. A woman who knew what she wanted—I fucking loved it.
I didn’t tease. My tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, tasting her sharp, salty sweetness. She gasped, thighs trembling under my grip. “Oh God—right there—” Her voice was a jagged edge, and I doubled down, sucking her clit hard, flicking it with relentless precision. My fingers plunged into her dripping heat, curling just right, and her back arched off the counter. “Brian!”
Her moans echoed through the empty house, raw and unrestrained, as I fucked her with my tongue, greedy for every shudder, every cry. I wanted her unraveling, and I wasn’t stopping until she did. Her body tensed, her grip on my hair tightening as she teetered on the edge. I could feel her pussy clenching, desperate, and I knew she was close. So fucking close.
“Give it to me, Shannon,” I growled against her, my voice vibrating through her core. “Let me taste you when you cum.”
Her response was a broken cry, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. I didn’t let up, lapping at her through the aftershocks, her sweetness coating my tongue. She was panting now, sweating, her chest heaving as those perfect tits rose and fell. But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock straining painfully against my jeans. Her eyes locked on mine, still sharp, still daring, even as her body trembled.
“Your turn to prove something,” she said, voice husky, a wicked glint in her eye as she reached for my belt. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
I grinned, already knowing this was just the beginning. The house could wait. Right now, every inch of her was mine to claim.
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