I don’t make us wait. With both of our heads tipped down to watch, I line the head of my cock up with her center, and a second later, she’s slowly sinking down.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Sooo good.”
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “So goddamn tight.”
“More. I need more.”
Pulling my hips back, I dig my fingers into her ass as I slam forward until I’ve buried every inch inside her.
She feels good. So fucking good there’s not a chance I’ll last very long.
“Your tit,” I say. “Bring it to my mouth, baby. I wanna bite your nipple as I fuck your cunt.”
Her eyes flare, but she does as she’s told. Palming the bottom of her breast, she lifts the tip up to my lips. Her cry is loud enough that I’m grateful the staff is already gone for the day, because they’d surely hear her if they were on the other side of the door.
I thrust my hips back and forth, and the tightness of her pussy grips me with such force it has my orgasm already right on the brink.
I let her nipple drop from my mouth and growl up at her, “Reach between us and play with your clit. I’m on the edge, baby, and I want you with me.”
I keep my movements strong and steady as her hand slides between us. I can feel the tips of her fingers graze my shaft as she circles her clit. It adds to the already intense stimulation.
I grind my teeth together and deep grunts leave my throat as I slam back and forth into her silken heat. I lock my knees in place and slide her up and down the door with my barbaric thrusts.
All too soon, her walls grip me so tightly there’s no way I can hold off my own orgasm. When her head falls back against the door and she lets out a loud, hoarse cry, it triggers my release, and I let loose inside her pussy.
We’re both panting heavily as we come back to reality and the ramifications of what we’ve once again done hits us both. As much as I should feel regret, I just can’t find it in me to do so.
Camila Adair stole something from me that night in the motel, and I have a feeling I won’t ever get it back.