Naughty New Year

“I’ve wanted to fuck you all night,” he grunts, gripping my hip with one hand to stop me from moving from his perfect angle.

“Oh, fuck!” I find it impossible to carry on a conversation as he plunges in and out of me, reaching depths I didn’t even know existed.

“That’s it. You’re gonna come again for me,” he grins proudly as he lowers his hand from the mirror, gripping onto my waist with both hands as his hips rock faster, recklessly.

“Yes! Yes! Adam! Fuck!” I yell unable to control my tone or volume.

“Give it to me, Maggie!” he growls, fucking me harder.

“Ahhh!” My eyes clench shut trying to grasp my illusive orgasm, which seems just out of reach.

Reaching beneath his shirt, I run my nails along the ripples of his tense abdomen. His body is growing sweaty, and his muscles are flexed with need. From the way his hips are bucking uncontrollably, I know he’s close to his own release, and that turns me on.

“Cum, Maggie,” he grunts, trying to sound commanding, but I hear the vulnerability lingering in his tone; it’s his desperation to explode.

“God,” I breathe, my orgasm barreling toward me.

“Right fucking now!” he yells, slamming into me so hard, I fear the mirror may shatter behind me.

Thankfully, my body is still under his spell, and I climax on command for the first time ever. My head drops back in ecstasy as the euphoric release sweeps over me. Adam’s hips are bucking like an animal now, the animalistic craving taking over before he slams hard, a soft moan escaping his throat when his dick begins to spasm inside me, shooting hot semen deep in my warmth.

“Argh! Fuck!!” he grunts, his face buried in my neck as his hips slow to a standstill once he’s finished.

Slowly, he pulls back, stumbling slightly as his legs seem unsteady. With a glazed over look, he tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling, slowly removing the tattered lace of my panties from the floor.

“What are you doing?” I wonder aloud, my heart still racing as I chase my breath.

“These are mine,” he says, and places them to his nose before stuffing them in his pocket.

I feel my sex clench at the pure sexiness of him. Everything he does is erotic, making me feel dizzy with disbelief. Could this have really happened? I’m not the type of girl that fucks in the bathrooms of nightclubs. How could he make me so horny that my inhibitions just melt away? Who is this man?

“Clean up.” He nods toward the sink before walking to the door.

With one last glance and a smirk of accomplishment, he twists the lock, pulling the door closed behind him as he leaves me alone on the sink with a swollen pussy.

Climbing down, I rush to lock the door so that no one can barge in on me. A giggle escapes me when I notice my reflection, a flush face with hair that reveals how well fucked I am. God, that was amazing. My pelvis tenses with a hunger, already wanting more.

My mind flashes to his first words once inside me, about how I had a greedy cunt. Who knew the c-word could be so sexy? Straightening my dress with shaky hands, I run my fingers through my hair before wiping the running mascara from my eyes.

Dick so good, it’ll bring you to tears, I joke to myself.

Who cares how wrong this is, I want more. My only regret is waiting until the last night to come out of my shell, but now that I’m out, there’s no way I’m going back in.

Giving myself one more look over, I make a mental note to tip the cleaning lady handsomely, before walking out of the restroom.

I’m not sure what I expected, maybe a group of girls giggling, or guys pointing at me with a knowing look of disgust, but there’s no one there. Not even Adam.

Retracing my steps, which is difficult, considering how high I was on arousal, I return to the bar area, hoping to find him there, but no. He’s nowhere to be found, and my body is anything but done with that hunk of a man.

For twenty minutes, I stalk around the dance floor, searching for his strong chest and broad shoulders. Deciding he must have gone back to his room, I opt to do the same. There’s no need to be greedy, I guess.

Maybe I should just be grateful for my racy rendezvous and call it a night. Slowly, I walk down the hall to my room, hoping to be stopped by a shout from Adam. Instead, I reach my door to hear my room phone ringing, and begin fumbling with my key to get in fast enough to answer.

He must have lost me too, and now he’s tracked down my room number, trying to find me. Growling at my clumsiness, I finally unlock the door, trampling over my suitcase to grasp the plastic phone in my hand.

“Hello?” I yell out of breath, panting as I listen closely for his response, ready to go any and everywhere to feel more of him.

“Hello?” I repeat when I don’t immediately hear a response.