“I’m Frank. I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Would you like to start out with cocktails tonight?” His upper body tilted forward. The old chap was trying to peer over the tabletop.
“We’ll stick with water, Frank,” Kemper replied, feeling Carly’s body language change significantly; her entire body stiffened.
“Very well,” Frank said, disappearing.
“Have you had a chance to look at the menu?” he asked, admiring Carly’s pouty lips.
“I would’ve loved a glass of wine.”
“I can already taste a hint of Cristal on your lips. I want you sober for what I have in mind.”
“Hmm,” she purred, locking her teeth over her bottom lip. “In that case, I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“I like a woman who lets a man lead.” He wasn’t lying there and Carly knew this about him, yet she continually tested him. He studied the menu for a moment before he asked, “Anything sound appetizing to you?”
“Only you.” She brushed her breasts against his arm.
“Did I get you all worked up?” He slid his hand up her thigh once more.
She caught him by the arm. “Wasn’t that your intentions?”
“Frank is on his way.” He would’ve preferred to keep the banter going, but there would be time for foreplay after they placed their order. “Are you in the mood for steak or lasagna?”
“I’m really not that hungry,” she replied, rolling her tongue over her lips once more.
“Yes, but you were the one who wanted to meet here.”
Frank delivered their drinks and set their glasses on the table. “Have you decided on anything?”
“The lady will have your ravioli and I’ll have the rigatoni.”
Frank tried to up-sell a few items. When he was unsuccessful, he left them alone.
Carly shifted her weight to her right hip and crossed her leg, trapping his hand between her thighs. She flashed a mischievous grin before she dragged her finger down his cheek and whispered, “I was proud of you out there tonight.”
He wiggled his hand. “That won’t work, baby.”
She blushed, glanced at the door, and ducked her head. “Kemper, we may be in a private room, but the customers out there can see us. Some of them are watching.”
“Of course they’re watching. I’m with the most beautiful woman in the room and they’re probably wondering what you see in a man like me.”
She tossed her head back and laughed. Her laugh was contagious, not to mention arousing. His cock jumped in his slacks, bulging against the material until he was more than slightly uncomfortable. He was in enormous pain.
“I should turn you over my knee for this.”
Sexual heat filled those gorgeous sapphire eyes. “You can bend me over as soon as we get to the room. I promise.”
“I can’t wait until after dinner,” he said, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away from the table. “Let’s go.”
“Kemper, wait!”
The clickety-click of her high heels only made him harder and more determined. He couldn’t reach their suite fast enough.
“Kemper,” she grated out. “Hang on.”
“Wish I could,” he rasped, tightening his grip.
They passed Frank, who immediately gave them a bewildered look. “Everything all right, Mr. Kapertone?”
“Swell.” Kemper slowed his pace long enough to add, “Hold our order for about fifteen minutes. We’ll be right back.”
“Would you like for us to send your dinner up to the room?” Frank called after them.
“No thanks, Frank. We’ll be back.”
All heads turned as they rushed by several seated customers. If anyone had bothered to notice, they would’ve immediately assumed why they were rushing from the dining room. Kemper’s tented trousers did little to conceal his state of arousal.
Kemper strode to the elevator, dragging Carly with him. Entering the lift with another couple, he released a hard breath of relief when the strangers didn’t make small talk. Four floors later, they were left alone. Kemper punched the button as if his life depended upon a quick ride upstairs.
“You’re acting bizarre,” Carly said, shoving her beaded designer purse under her arm.
“Am I?” Kemper asked, stalking her as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them. With one fluid move, he placed his hand on Carly’s waist and pulled her in front of him.
“What happened to making dinner last forever?”
“Did I say forever?” He dipped his head and indulged in another one of her habit-forming kisses. Her divine lips parted for his and their tongues dueled then danced, swirling around and around.
Kemper drew back when the sudden ding announced their arrival on the sixteenth floor. He placed his palm in the small of her back and guided her off the elevator, pushing her ahead of him.
“We’re this way,” she said, walking a few paces to the right.
Watching those perfect hips sway, Kemper released a masculine growl and tried to control the unnerving urges welling inside him. His cock thrummed in his slacks. His balls seemed heavier with each step. “You’re in trouble, beautiful.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased.
They entered the suite with Kemper loosening his tie and Carly kicking off her high heels. Seconds later, he ripped open his shirt, pinned her to the wall, and slammed the door to their hotel room.
Crushing the weight of his body against hers, he whispered, “Tell me something, baby. Have I ever made a promise that I didn’t keep?”
Three
Carly was need-ridden, totally lust-driven. The groping in the foyer had quickly turned into an insatiable grind. Their bodies came together as if a chemical compound held them in place. Even their ravenous desires couldn’t separate them for the greater good. They couldn’t put enough distance between them long enough to strip away their clothes.
Kemper’s kisses were maddening, yet controlled. He forced her lips apart with a tantalizing tongue, thrusting inside her mouth with a hunger she couldn’t explain, but she could certainly feed. In that particular moment, she took better than she gave.
Kemper kissed her into complete submission, making her want with an unexplainable craving. He drove her crazy and pushed her well beyond her limits. The worst thing about it? He damn well knew how to manipulate her body and leave her yearning for far more than he was willing to give her in the short run.
Lifting her to him, Kemper yanked her short dress high above her thighs, dry humping until she could’ve sworn she felt his hard cock impaling her. His engorged head stabbed at his slacks and punctured her dampened panties. Each new thrust left another inch of material buried between her saturated folds.
“Have you missed me, babe?” He slammed his body against hers and gave her the kind of kiss that made mountains move and dwellings shake. She met his movements with a strangled cry, a breathless whisper, perhaps a drawn-out sigh. Pushing against her, he worked his hips in a circular motion, driving her right up to the brink of climax.
“Oh God, Kemper,” she rasped.
“Tell me all about it, beautiful.” He watched her then as if he had every intention of tormenting her. He wanted her to beg. He liked to hear her grovel.
Stretching her neck, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way his mouth traveled up and down her neck. Planting pecks along the underside of her jaw, he asked, “Have you missed having my cock inside you?”
“God, yes,” she replied, wrenching away from the wall and bearing down on his thick penis. She stroked him with her hand, digging her nails into his slacks, longing to rip them apart, tear them to shreds.
The sex fest was straight ahead. She felt the pulse of his member, the warmth in his shaft. Heat pooled around her folds and she released a sudden gasp as his sinful mouth went to her ear.
“Damn you for going in that restaurant,” he breathed, gripping her ass and holding her body against his rigid form.
“It was a bad id
ea,” she agreed. “It’s been too long. I...knew better.”
Too long? She almost laughed aloud. She responded to him like they’d been apart for years when it had only been a few short days. Good God, how would she react to his touch when a month or more separated them? The lapsed time had obviously fed their hunger and destroyed her self-control.
Kemper locked her legs behind his hips and carried her to the living room. Lowering her to the back of the sofa, he stood between her parted legs. He stepped away long enough to unzip his fly and lower his slacks and briefs.
Coming for her again, he framed her face with his large hands, and ate at her lips once more. The nipping and nibbling destroyed her. She moaned into their kiss, longing to touch him, desperate to feel him stroking her, taking her, and oh yes, stripping away every last one of her defenses.
There was urgency in his kiss. The heat between them only fueled a hotter passion, a deeper yearning. He released her face and grabbed the back of her head, using his strength to steady her.
Staring into her eyes, he rasped, “Tell me how much you’ve missed fucking me.”
The seriousness in his voice matched the sincerity in his expression. What was going on with him? Did he need her to stroke that ego of his or was he really so turned on that he just longed to hear her talk dirty to him?
She could do the latter easier than the former. The reward outweighed the risk.
“You started this,” she quickly told him, trailing her fingers downward. Unbuttoning his shirt, she traced those chiseled abs, scraping her nails over his toned muscles, before sliding lower. She gripped that thick wedge of male flesh and applied pressure to his engorged tip. “A girl like me could go out of her mind without a cock like yours to satisfy her.”
He pushed his penis against her hand and she eased away from the sofa. Kneeling, she kissed his cockhead and dragged her flattened tongue over the moistened slit.
“Hmm, baby,” he crooned, pushing down on the top of her head. “I’m feeling missed.”
“Are you now?” She looped her tongue around the crest. “Why don’t you tell me all about it, stud.”
He jerked against her. Grabbing hold of her hair, he pulled her head back and gazed into her eyes. “Stud, huh?”
She detected the humor in his voice but he housed no amusement under those heavily lidded eyes. Instead, his appearance gave off a good indication of things to come. His jaw and cheeks flexed. His lips set in a firm line.
Pushing down on her shoulders, he spread his legs and shifted his hips. “Give me head, baby.”
“Mmm,” she crooned, licking the slit. “Like this.”
“You know what I need.” His guttural voice made her shiver all over.
“Yes I do.” She dropped her head over his groin, bobbing up and down at a rapid speed before slowing down with a tighter suction.
“Nice?” She gripped his cock and looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes as his gaze guided her, practically urged her forward by commanding an act that would damn near bring him to his knees.
Locating the supersensitive spot right below his cockhead, she worked the underside of her tongue along the pulsing ridge, flipping her tongue like a windshield wiper, swiping from one side of his cock’s width to the other.
A masculine growl filled the room. “Keep that up and you’ll get a mouthful.”
Right away she adapted a new technique, licking from tip to base and back again. She wrapped her tongue around his size and sucked him to her throat. Vibrating against his length, she hummed softly while studying his incandescent emerald eyes.
“I’m warning you.”
“And I hear you,” she whispered against his hooded shape. Gripping his muscular legs, she slammed his groin against her mouth, devouring his length, using his body for leverage while pulling her mouth up then forcing her lips down once again. She bounced over him at a leisurely pace then released him altogether. Dragging her tongue around the swollen head, she asked, “Want more, babe?”
Wearing a wicked smile, he spread his legs wider and gripped his meaty shaft, pointing the head of his penis at her lips. “How much more do you have to show me?”
Carly tilted her head and eyed his penis, noting a speckle of his excitement seeping from the small opening. She took an indulgent lick and rubbed her lips in the salty substance, relishing his tart taste.
The way he looked on with such heated appreciation left no cause to wonder. Illicit ideas filled his head. Criminal acts unfolded in his mind. He didn’t have to tell her. She could read his unadulterated thoughts.
He grabbed her by the arm and helped her stand. “You paused.”
“I had my reasons,” she said playfully, rubbing a lone finger across his bottom lip.
“You can tell me about them later,” he rasped, giving her a spin.
Facing the sofa then, she gasped when he pushed her over the cushions. Standing behind her, he whispered at her ear, “Relax.”
He stepped away from the slacks balled at his ankles and tossed them across the nearest cushion. “Front pocket.”
She fished a condom from his pants, ripping the foil packet before handing off the protection. He massaged her globes, caressing her skin until she was seconds away from begging him to strike. She would gladly plead for a spanking, one that would scorch her flesh and warm her womb.
She glanced over her shoulder, watching as he sheathed himself. “You’re taking your time.”
He pumped his cock. “You like to watch me, baby?” His voice hypnotized her. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
Cupping the back of her neck then, he forced her body into an arc. She bowed her head, trembling when her hair tumbled across her face. “Have you been a bad girl while I’ve been away?”
“You know I have.” Her pussy wept and she contemplated the forthcoming spanking, the strikes she desperately desired. “I’m always naughty when I think of you.”
“How bad were you, baby? Tell me.” He grabbed his slacks and pulled free an itty bitty tube of lube. He doused himself with the oily substance and the smacking of his hand against his penis left her obliterated.
Her lust then was off the charts.
“I played alone.” Her confession might warrant an all-out flogging if they were at her place, but they were short on erotic playthings. At this point, a hand-to-flesh smack would suffice.
“How often did you play, gorgeous?” He secured a tighter grip around her nape. “Hmm? Tell me. Talk to me, sugar.”
Nudging her feet with his, Kemper applied pressure to her back and her body arched even more. She loved it when he forced her body into position. Her chest was down. Her bottom was up. He could fuck her into next week and she wouldn’t dare move a muscle.
“Tell me how you fuck yourself. How well do you play without the supervision of others?”
She could feel him smiling at her then. He smacked her bottom with repetitious strikes. The first pop cracked and resounded, leaving her with a satisfying burn. The rising temp on her skin didn’t compare to the scorching hotness deep inside her pussy.
She released a sudden sigh. Thrust into the moment then, she acknowledged the need washing over her, a turbulent claiming gripping her in its powerful clutches while seducing her with the tempting rendezvous sure to follow.
A more aggressive spanking began and he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back against his chest. His cock rested against her bottom and she quickly took in air, inhaling nothing but his all-male aroma. His expensive aftershave filled her senses and left her craving him all the more.
Shivering from the impact of the first blow, she was tempted to play with her clit and pinch her nipples as he assumed the role she needed him to play. The dominant creature she had longed to unleash didn’t sneak up from the shadows, but came rolling to the fore.
Her ass tingled. Her breasts grew heavy.
Smoothing his palms across her globes, he leaned forward and nicked her earlobe. “Tell me how you pleasured your
self, Carly.”
She winced in pain. His bite stung almost as much as the blows to her bottom. “Fingers.” The lone word tumbled from her mouth, but she couldn’t manage much more.
He gave her another solid wallop. “Is that all?”
“Yes. Just my fingers.”
“Did you picture us together?”
“Yes, oh God yes.” She bumped her bottom against his strong cock, hinting for penetration. Desperate for him now, her body pleaded her cause, begged for impalement.
He massaged her ass, working his fingers deep into her skin before giving her another round of spankings. This time she cried out as the desire within became more than she could handle.
In a matter of seconds, she would grovel. She would beg.
“How often?” he asked. His guttural voice revealed the longing, the intense need rising as he clutched her waist and held her directly in front of him.
“Every morning. Every night.”
“God, you make me horny,” he crooned, positioning his cock under her. “Do you like making me crazy, baby?”
“Hmm, yes,” she admitted, clenching around his cockhead as he tucked the hooded tip inside her pussy.
Seconds later, he worked his cock deep inside her channel, screwing his thick shaft upward. He took her one agonizing inch at a time, before he started gliding in, slipping out. “Good damn, you’re always so wet and ready for me.”
Wet might have been an understatement then. How many times had she stayed awake at night, dipping her fingers inside her pussy, trying to reach that sensitive spot and rub that ache away? Too often she tried to find some measure of fulfillment while imagining him towering over her, fucking her.
He gripped her hip and rammed the weight of his cock inside her. He hammered her pussy with timed beats, claiming her with unfathomable speed. Then he slowed his pace. A hint of reluctance hung in the balance.
Just when she thought he might pull back and tease her a bit, he growled aloud and throttled her with force, long-fucking her until she bucked against him and cried out for more.
~ * ~
They’d just moved to the bedroom when the bedside phone rang. Coming to his elbows, Kemper looked down on Carly and admired the hell out of her. Her golden blonde hair fanned around her unblemished tanned face. Lazy bedroom eyes, full moist lips, large breasts, and a tiny waist completed the picture. Carly was the epitome of the girl-next-door and the voluptuous seductress all rolled into one.
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