I exhaled. “What?”
“I want to watch you play with your tits. Then we’ll go in.”
I must have been crazy because I didn’t think twice about obliging. In fact, I didn’t even remember pushing the satin straps off my shoulders. I only came to as I arched my back off the door, reaching behind myself and undoing the clasp till my bra fell to the floor. I kicked it up at him. He caught it with his eyes still pinned to my breasts.
“Play with your nipples.”
I enjoyed the low groan that rumbled from his chest as I did – almost as much as I enjoyed the clear as day outline of his cock against his pants. He was a steel fucking rod, and every inch what I needed tonight.
“God, just take me inside already,” I begged.
This time he obliged.
Entwined inside the room, I moaned from the anticipation alone. It was my first time in a hotel penthouse, but I didn’t care. I took no notice of any décor or furniture till he bent me over the back of the couch that faced the mirror, giving me a view of him removing his tie and his jacket before peeling first my jeans down my legs, then my panties.
“Christ. It just gets better and better,” he murmured, that perfect frown pinching his brow as he tilted his head and ran his hand down the curve of my ass. He assessed it with a little jiggle. Then cupping the roundest part of its curve, he drew his palm back and spanked me so hard I hissed.
“Fuck.”
I gripped the couch, squeezing my eyes shut as he caressed my stinging skin. But once he’d fully rubbed the pain away, he spanked me again. I swallowed as my toes dug into the rug.
“More.”
“What was that?” His voice was hoarse.
“I want more.”
He didn’t wait. I gasped sharply as I got my wish, and my whimper grew to a moan as for the next few seconds, he administered blow after blow, spanking me so hard I could feel myself jiggle all over.
“Mmmm... God!” The ragged sound left my mouth in a crescendo, drawing a growl from his lips as he grabbed a handful of my hair.
“Christ, you’re getting me so fucking hard,” he snarled. “Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
I looked up in the mirror and let out a small breath.
Shit, Sara. I didn’t recognize this reflection. My hair was damp, my cheeks were flushed and there was satisfaction in my panting, open-mouthed smile. What have you done to me? I wanted to ask as I stared at him through the mirror, drinking him in. He was a mix of handsome and brutal as he tilted his head just so, sliding a long finger into my pussy.
Fuck, oh fuck, that feels good.
It felt even better as he leaned forward, deepening his push inside me as his free hand cupped my breast.
“Squeeze them hard,” I whispered.
“My pleasure.”
I had to be shameless. I had to ask for what I wanted, because come morning, this would be over. I’d never see this man again, and I couldn’t have a single regret. So I let it all out with him.
“More,” I breathed, moaning uncontrollably as he kneaded both my breasts with one hand, the other still playing with my pussy. He had two fingers pumping rapidly inside me now, and I couldn’t believe how wet I sounded. I couldn’t believe how incredibly good I felt.
With a throaty cry, I pitched forward. His strong arms caught me as I went limp, and there was a beat of silence before I heard his gravelly whisper.
“Did you just come all over my hand, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I replied, panting in shock as he rubbed my own juices all over my breast, his hand slick and slippery on my skin. Holy shit. I rolled my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes as I felt him rub his erection against my ass. “I should be wet enough that you’ll fit easily now,” I murmured.
He paused.
“What did you say?” He laughed as I turned around to gaze into his intense stare. For a moment, he took me in, his eyes trailing from my wet breasts to my parted lips. “And here I thought I couldn’t get any harder,” he muttered, grabbing his heavy buckle and giving three swift jerks to undo his belt.