Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

She thinks for a second.

“You’ve done all of that, haven’t you?” I ask.

She winces. “Yeah, as much as I’ve probably convinced you that all I do on vacations is fuck complete strangers for a week, it’s not true. I usually spend my time going on adventures. It beats just sitting on the beach and drinking alone every day.”

I frown. I can’t imagine her ever being lonely, but it seems that, for at least part of her life, she has been.

I tuck her hair behind her ear as I gently and lazily kiss her on the lips, not wanting it to go any further than a kiss right now but needing to taste her to make her not feel alone at least for a second.

She smiles sweetly when I stop kissing her.

“Why do you want to know?”

I shrug. “Just trying to think of a way to spice up our last few fucks together.”

She laughs. “I don’t think that’s possible, not after last night.”

My eyes glaze over as I think about last night. I fucked her in the ass while she was tied up to one of the curtains backstage at one of the performances that the resort puts on. All the time, any of the performers had to do in order to see her was glance to their left, and they would have seen us fucking. Only one ever did at the very end, but I don’t think she got a good look at what was happening.

“You’re probably right. That was a great night. Almost as good as the fifth time I fucked you.”

I watch her eyes glaze over with thoughts of that night. It doesn’t take her long to get the fire in her eyes as she finally remembers that time. It was the first time I used a whip on her. I can still remember the excitement and shock that covered her face when I first touched the cold whip to her bare skin.

A rattling sound on the door tears us both from our reliving our highlights of the week.

“Room service?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I climb out of bed.

Her eyes follow me, lingering over my dick as I pull my boxers on.

“Maybe,” she finally says, thinking.

I shrug and walk to the door. I never order room service unless I plan on eating the food off her body. In fact, I haven’t done a nice thing for her all week unless you count giving her too many orgasms. The only reason I’m even opening the door to her suite for her is to keep her in the bed, naked, as long as I can.

I open the door, expecting breakfast and instead find Bayron.

I frown and stand firmly in the doorway. I would slam the door in his face without saying a word, but I’m guessing he’s here to tell Skye when people will arrive to pack her things and about her leaving instructions. I only allow him a moment to tell me that’s what he’s here for because ensuring that other people are taking care of her packing means I get more time with her today.

“I need to speak with Miss Skye,” he says, ignoring me.

I fold my arms across my chest, standing more firmly in the doorway. “You can tell me, and I’ll make sure she gets the message.”

He shakes his head like he expected me to say that and it’s ridiculous. “Fine. Tell Miss Skye I have a message from Gabe. I’ll be waiting here for her to tell me what she wants me to do about it.”

I roll my eyes as I slam the door in his face and walk back to Skye. I don’t know who Gabe is, but whoever he is, I’m sure that she won’t give a fuck what he has to say, not when she has me to keep her fully occupied the rest of the day. Gabe can wait until tonight when she’s back in the real world.

“Was that Bayron?” Skye asks, amused. She knows how I feel about Bayron.

“Yes,” I say, falling back onto the bed next to her. I was going to wait to fuck her until I came up with some crazy way to fuck her. While parasailing or something, but my dick needs her pussy now. I don’t even feel like tying her up or spanking her. I just need a good, fast, hard fuck.

I grab her and pull her on top of my body until she is straddling me, my dick growing hard underneath her pussy that will quickly drench me as her hips thrust over me. I grab her hair that is tangled from sleep and pull her face to mine so that I can kiss her luscious lips. She easily gives in, always prepared for sex because she wants it as badly as I do.

She moans into my lips as I push my tongue hard into her mouth, dancing with her tongue as I press our bodies tighter together. I watch her eyes roll back in her head as my cock pushes against her tight cunt.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask. I never ask what she wants. There’s no need. I know. Her body gives me more t

han enough clues of what she wants.

“I want—”