She said she wanted bossy, but it seems this woman has a little of that in her as well.
I untangle my fingers from her panties, unwilling to release the grip I have on her hair and reach between her thighs. She’s slick and swollen, a low mewl escaping her lips when I do her bidding. She must’ve been waiting until the very last second because the instant I clamp my fingers over her clit, she detonates, her core clamping down on my cock in rhythmic pulses. Her body locks up, muscles hardening, and I have to grip her throat to hold her to me. I fuck her through it, relishing in the sound she makes even when her body seems incapable of doing anything other than fluttering down the length of me.
“God damn,” I gasp. “Fuck.”
She takes a huge intake of breath as if coming back to life, jolting in my arms.
“Arms out,” I hiss, and somehow she manages, her forearms reaching out before she ends up face-planting into the painting on the wall.
I release her neck and the grip I have on her hair and grip both of her hips.
“Damn it. Never in my life,” I complain, but really, it’s not a complaint. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a woman orgasm so strongly in my life.
I slam into her over and over and over. I may have to apologize when it’s done, but I fuck her hard and fast, my hips slamming against her, my arms locked in place, the only thing keeping her from slamming into the headboard.
“John!” she screams, but it’s not a complaint.
If there’s anyone in the rooms on either side of this one, we may have a problem, but we can worry about that later. I don’t give a shit about anything else right now but chasing my own orgasm, but then this naughty bitch moans again, that same damn sound she made before.
“Really?” I hiss with a laugh, my hips slowing.
“S-s-sorry,” she groans. “Just one more.”
“I can’t stop,” I tell her. “You have to do it.”
My hips speed up again, my balls tight and ready.
“Please,” she gasps. “I’m right there.”
“Me too.”
“Johnnn!”
I grind my teeth, my body unable to drive over the edge while she’s begging.
“You have to do it yourself,” I tell her, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling. I spin us around, throwing her to her back.
Chapter 2
Leighton
I squeal in surprise when he practically bends me in half. My knees are in the crooks of his elbows, and I barely have time to take a breath before he slams back inside of me.
“Get your fingers on your pussy,” he hisses.
“Oh shit,” I whimper “So fucking hot.”
Who the hell is this man, and how in the world did I get so lucky to find him in a hotel bar in St. Louis of all places?
My fingers work, the tips of them brushing the base of his cock each time he finds the end of me. He pulls back a few inches, eyelids growing heavy as he watches my red-tipped fingers working my pink flesh, his thickness disappearing inside of me. It’s filthy and erotic, and something I never thought I’d experience from a one-night stand. Most people are too shy for this level of intimacy. It’s actually refreshing, giving and taking, knowing we’ll never have to see each other again.
“Your other hand,” he grunts, indicating the hand I have gripping the sheets. “On my back.”
I lift it, placing it low on his back, near his ass.
“Higher.”
I oblige as he lowers his face and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His groan makes my fingers flex against his skin, and I think that’s exactly what he wants. The man wants me to mark him. He asked what I wanted, and I was so turned on, I never opened my mouth to get his list of needs. If this is what he craves, I can give it to him in spades. I’d love to see my mark on him when he slides that pristine white shirt back up. I’d love to see him walk out of this room all put together, knowing my scratches mar his perfect skin.
When he bites down on the tip of my nipple, he brings me to the cusp of no return for the second time tonight, and I do the exact same thing he did earlier. I pinch my clit, only this time, I take him with me. He doesn’t come silently like some men. He doesn’t release a low grunt or whimper. The man fucking roars, a feral growl from his lips like a wild beast, making gooseflesh pebble my skin. It prolongs my orgasm, making it more powerful than the first one, and that’s saying a lot because that one was an out-of-body experience like nothing I’ve ever had before in my life.