The Boss Deal

My eyes pop open, mouth gaping wide as I’m met with a wall of hard muscle. Abs that look like they were cut from marble, shoulders that look like rock under the skin, he’s a fucking god that’s been left here on earth, forgotten by the heavens.

His skin is painted in sweeping black lines and bursts of color. A coy fish swims down his ribs, another one circles up and around to his back. There’s a watercolor effect that makes it look like the fish are actually swimming as his muscles tense and relax as he moves.

God, he’s fucking beautiful.

My pussy begins to pulse, so I rub my legs together to ease the ache. He reaches down, gripping my knees again and pulling them apart. “I said don’t move.”

Biting on the inside of my cheek, it takes everything I have to not soothe this pain I feel. My pussy is begging for a release, grasping and clenching, hurting to be filled.

And it hurts, this fucking ache is insatiable. It needs to stop, and the only way is if he fucks me or fingers me. But if he takes any longer I’m going to end up doing it myself

Slipping his belt free, the sound of his zipper rings out through the room. It’s so loud it echoes around us. My mystery man looks down at his cock as he opens his pants and it jumps out.

I suck in an audible breath of air as his erection bounces free. He’s so fucking big. My pussy pulses, ready to feel him inside.

“You want this?” he asks, gripping the base of his shaft and holding his cock up. “Does your pussy need this?”

Nodding, I run my hand down over my mound and rub my pussy. “Yes. I need that, I need that now before I go fucking crazy.”

“I like crazy,” he says with a sexy little smile. “And I also like creating the crazy.” His lids drop as he grips my thigh with one hand and pulls my panties to the side. “I also like eating crazy.”

Dropping to his knees, he flattens his tongue against my pussy and licks up, flicking my clit with the tip, then licking down to my entrance. Lapping up my arousal, he groans as he eats me out.

My thighs close around his head, and he peels them open, butterflying them wide and holding them in place. He grins up at me, I can see the smile in his eyes as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit faster and faster until my legs and stomach are trembling.

I’m so close already, the orgasm starts to build, it’s growing in the depths of my belly. Arching my back hard, he lays a flat hand on my stomach and pushes me back down. He’s holding me in place as my body writhes.

Moaning, I dig my nails into the starch white comforter. “Fuck, mm, holy fuck.” The words break as I come. Every muscle in my body is tense and tingling as the orgasm washes over me.

He pushes up and wipes his lips. “You taste so fucking good.” His hand curls around the top of my thigh and he squeezes hard. Licking his lips, he groans like he just ate a fancy meal.

Growling, he bites his bottom lip and strokes his cock. His skin is glistening in the soft hotel room light with a thin sheen of my juice still around his face. Throwing out his arm, he cups my jaw and pulls me off the bed, kissing me hard and fast.

I can taste myself on his lips, but I don’t pull away, I kiss him deeper and more unhinged. I want more. I need more. One orgasm isn’t enough. I want him to fuck me all night long, until I can’t feel my legs.

Pumping his cock, he pinches his swollen tip, moving back down to the tuft of hair at his base. Rocking my hips, I lift my ass off the mattress, enticing him inside me.

“You want to feel me in there?” he asks.

I nod, unable to contain my desire. “Please, fuck me before I go crazy.”

A sexy smirk twists his lips, and his eyes gleam. “You got to do better than that. I want to hear you beg, beg me to fuck you.”

“I’m not going to beg you for anything. You’re going to fuck me because you can’t resist my hot little pussy.” Rubbing two fingers down my slit. His eyes follow, expanding as they disappear inside. Pulling them free, I lick them clean and groan. “Well, are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to do this all myself?”

His eyes hood as his lips thin with a teasing grin. Leaning down, he fiddles with something, and then I hear the sound of a wrapper being torn. He lifts himself straight, gliding a condom down his dick.