“How in the hell did you get them?”
“I uh, may have bribed one of the hotel staff to let me in your room a few days after you got into town.”
“I was wondering what happened to them.” Shaking my head, I drop my boxers and shirt back to the mattress. “Your stalking has no boundaries, does it?”
Her pert nose wrinkles and she slowly shakes her head. “Not really.”
Grabbing her waist, I pull her toward me so her ass is half laying on my thighs. I then grab my cock and smear the head around her opening. I play with her clit for a moment, torturing us both.
“No more teasing, Asa,” Taylor moans. “I need you inside me before I go fucking crazy.”
Pressing down on my shaft, I notch the head at her opening. I pause when just the head is inside, not only because I’m on the verge of prematurely coming, but also to tease Taylor. When I don’t go in more, she digs her heels into my ass and tries to lift her hips. I hold her down with a hand on her lower stomach.
“What the hell, Asa?” she complains. “Fuck me already.”
I grin down at her. “How bad do you want it?”
“You really have to ask me that? I bribed a hotel employee to get into your hotel so I could steal your clothes.”
I rock my hips forward, only allowing another inch inside her. “You sleep in them, don’t you?”
Her breasts quiver and her breathing speeds up. “Every night since I stole them.”
I tighten my stomach muscles, and my cock jerks inside her. Her eyes practically roll back.
“Do you touch yourself when you wear them? I bet if I were to sniff the boxers, I’d smell your delicious scent.”
“Oh, you bet I do,” she purrs seductively, sensing my game and upping the ante by squeezing her walls around my shaft. I groan and shove another inch inside her. “I lay here and think of all the things I want to do to you and what you’ll do to me,” she continues. “And while I think of all those things, I fuck myself with my fingers. I don’t like dildos. I like warm flesh. So I fuck myself hard and fast with one hand and pinch and rub my clit with the other. When I come, I shout your name loud enough that the neighbors probably hear it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her words have me losing all sense of control, and I slam my hips forward, burying every fucking inch of my cock inside her. She tosses her head back, and a loud cry leaves her lips. Pulling back, only to lunge forward again, I pound the fuck out of her over and over again. She meets my thrusts with demands of her own.
Our fucking is wild, fast, and loud. The slap of our skin eggs me on, and I pick up my speed. Grabbing the back of one of her legs, I lift it over my shoulder. I go deeper and hit new spots in this position.
“Ahh… yes,” Taylor hisses. “Right there! Oh God!”
Seconds later, her walls tighten to almost painful levels as she moans through her orgasm. My own orgasm rushes forward. Dropping her leg, I slide my hand under her ass and lift her up. With each punch forward, I ground my pelvis against her clit. Another orgasm hits her and she shouts, my name falling from her lips hoarsely.
My own release hits me hard, and an unrecognizable need to rip off the condom so I can empty inside her hits me. Not once, since I started having sex, have I ever not used a condom. To wish I wasn’t wearing one now astounds me. It’s something to ponder later.
I drop my face in the crook of her neck as I try to catch my breath. I feel her rapid pulse against my nose.
“You know this is never going to work out, right?” she asks after a few minutes. Her hands lazily slide up and down my back.
Lifting my head, I regard her with a frown. “Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re a famous and hot-as-fuck rock star. You’re super awesome to be around, and you fuck like a God. You’re too good to be true.”
I give her a coy look. “Does that mean you’re going to stop stalking me?”
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “Not on your life, buddy.”