Chapter 11
Joseph
Damn, I was trying to hold it together until we got upstairs. I was so fucking stiff that it was hard to walk. I tugged her away from everyone and marched out to the main lobby. She was giggling the entire time, so I paused, spun her around, her chest slamming against mine. “I hope that giggling stops very soon,” I teased, lowering my head and kissing her softly. It stopped the giggles, but elicited a moan.
Bending down, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the elevator. It was a slow ride up to the third floor, but I enjoyed pinning her to the wall of the small elevator. Her pussy rocked along my cock through our clothes. We both sighed and made little noises as I cupped her ass under her dress, squeezing and grinding until the door pinged open.
I carried her out of there and down the hall to our room. She had booked me in a mediocre room, but Jacob had it switched later to the best they had. I opened the door without letting her go. The door closed on its own and I didn’t stop until we hit the bed. Our lips connected as I leaned over her with my feet still on the floor. Her hands moved into my hair, pulling my head closer as if she couldn’t get enough. I was doing my best to stop from coming in my pants, but that shit was a lost cause. I slid my hand between her thighs, feeling her wet, silky panties and stroking her. She moaned, lifting her hips against my hand and my thigh. My cock was throbbing against my belt and I needed relief as much as she did. I wanted her to come for me on my fingers because I was so close that her pussy would get round two. Slipping her panties to the left, I ran my finger along her sticky heat. She moaned, her mouth parting, letting little pants escape her lips.
“Come for me, Rachael. Fuck, you’ve got me too fucking lost. I’m not going to make it. I ground my hips against hers while I pushed a finger between her pink lips and I felt how tight she was, and I wondered, so I pushed a little deeper and felt the edge of her innocence. We were in this together and that made me come. I felt my orgasm hit me just as I pressed my thumb against the little nub. Her body shook as a scream came from her lips.
“Joe,” she shouted, making me shoot another load that I didn’t know I had.
“Say it again,” I growled with my lips pressed on her neck.
“Joe,” she said, turning her lips to my ear, then took them between her teeth. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long. I think all the virgin fear is missing from my body. Show me how to m
ake you come again.”
My cock hadn’t gone down, but I needed her naked. I wanted to feel her soft skin under mine as I took what belonged only to me. Stepping back and off the bed, I kicked off my shoes, then bent down and took hers off. “Take off your clothes for me, Rachael. Slowly. I’ve thought about you stripping for me so often, the thought alone made me come. What made you come for me?”
“Watching you strip, then stroking yourself as you stalk me. Those eyes that followed me at the desk came home with me. I thought about you pulling me over the desk and taking me right there.” She panted, her chest heaving as she pictured it.
I tossed off my suit jacket, and pulled my tie loose from my collar. She stopped lowering her zipper to watch me. “No, no. Continue, I want you to show me what’s all mine.”
“Yes, Joseph.”
“That’s right, only call me Joe when you’re coming. I love it from your lips as you lose control.”
Chapter 12
Rachael
I was panting, three years of lustful thoughts, and here was my king, my lover, my knight in front of me. His body responding to me like I always dreamed. His thick ridge had left an indelible impression against my heated body, and I can see his long, thick cock pressed against the seam of the zipper and his belt. I closed my thighs in anticipation of what that big boy was going to do to my untouched womb. I feel my thighs shake as I lifted my dress off my body. Kneeling on the bed, I watched as he paused to admire my figure. I can feel my face heat up, but it wasn’t because I was blushing. My needs were taking over.
I slid my feet around so I was sitting before stepping off the bed. I wanted to touch his skin as much as I could before I was too overcome with euphoria. He smiled as his eyes caught my breasts bounce from the movement.
“Take it off, now,” he demanded, holding his tie tightly in his hands. I don’t know if it was the three glasses of wine or years of waiting, but I had no fear only desire. I reached behind my back and popped the hooks apart and boldly grabbed the straps and tossed it on the floor, letting him stare at the breasts that felt heavier for him. I pressed my hand to his chest and tore his shirt open.
“So perfect,” he whispered as he took his strong hands and touched my soft flesh. “Soft and hard. I have to taste you,” he confessed, taking my nipple into his mouth. Immediately, my back bowed and he wrapped his hands around my ribcage, holding me up as he moved from one breast to the other, sucking the sensitive, hard peaks.
I grabbed his hair in my hands, demanding more, “Harder, oh my God.”
“No, baby, only me. Fuck, and only me, forever,” he stated, biting just above my nipple. I couldn’t control the sounds coming from my mouth. But I needed more. My hands reached for his belt, stroking his thick length once before sliding the belt off him and dropping it with the rest of our things. He pushed me back a few inches from him as he took off the rest of his clothes. We stood there, me in my panties and him completely naked except for his expensive watch and something about it turned me on more than I could ever have considered.
His mouth came down on me, kissing my lips possessively. I felt his hands slide down my back to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, then lifted me from my ass onto the mattress. He laid down over me, his cock pressed against my entrance, the only barrier between us was my panties, but he wasted no time. He knelt in front of me, grabbed the hem and tore them off of me.
He smirked, proud that he shredded them before pressing them to his face. “Mine,” he said before adding them to our pile on the floor. He stroked his length as his eyes met mine, but my gaze dipped to watch his hand lead his cock to my heat.
“I’m a virgin,” I confessed.
“Me, too,” he admitted before he thrust into me. I don’t know if it was his confession, but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. “Are you okay?” he asked, between a grunt.
“Yes. Did you say…” I asked, confused and suspicious.
Chapter 13
Joseph