“Shit, please don’t think badly of me. I never have unprotected sex. I’m on the pill, but still, I don’t. I swear. You make my brain turn to mush.” I’d been on the pill forever, but I still used condoms with Trevor. It was like subconsciously I wanted to keep a barrier between us.
Now Hollywood probably thought I did that with everyone and I was a slut full of all kinds of crazy funk. Damn.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested a couple of weeks ago. I’m clean, but do you trust me? I always wrapped my shit. I have a condom on me, but I really didn’t plan on us doing this here, babe.” He rested his head on my shoulder with ragged breaths escaping his mouth and tickling the top of my breast.
“I trust you.” How I knew I could trust him after just meeting him was a complete mystery to me. I reached down between us and guided his cock to rub on my soaking wet folds until it slipped in the opening.
Shit, he was big.
There was a faint burning as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. It was borderline painful but amazing at the same time. Trevor and I hadn’t actually had sex in months before I told him I was done, and he had absolutely nothing on Hollywood when it came to size. His excuse was always he was tired, or he just came to bed long after I did and I was already sleeping. Part of me wondered if he wasn’t getting it somewhere else. I was a sexual being, and I would never have complained if he had woken me to have sex, but nope. Not him. So anyway, I knew I was tight, and I prayed Hollywood would fit as he held me up above him and slowly stroked in and out with just the tip until he eased in further with each stroke.
“Please. I need to feel you inside me. God, please.” No, I wasn’t above begging by this point. My nerves felt frayed and overworked. A frantic need to have him fully encased in my sheath overwhelmed me. My body was expectantly quivering. At my breathy request, he looked me straight in the eye with determination, grasped my hips so tightly I felt his fingers digging into my flesh, and drove deep.
Holy Shit.
Fuck. Me.
Shit, she was fucking tight. Damn if I didn’t have to hold her still for a moment because I was afraid I would lose it right then and there. Even though we were fucking in a damn limo, I needed this to be good for her. No man wanted to be known as a one stroke wonder, either.
Okay, I’m not gonna lie, fucking in a limo was amazing. Thrilling. Hot as fuck. But I hadn’t had anyone this tight in a while, and I also hadn’t experienced the incredible sensation of nothing between my dick and a warm pussy either. Never in my life had I gone without a wrapper. Ever. No love without a glove. Don’t make a mistake, cover your snake. Armor the tank before you enter the flank. You get the idea. It was like my brain short-circuited with her and all my rules burned out, followed by a wisp of smoke. She was going to be the death of me, one way or the other. Call it a premonition.
She bit my shoulder, leaving my T-shirt damp where her mouth was. Fucking A, I couldn’t take much more of this shit. I needed to fuck the shit out of her. Slamming up into her, I felt my dick bottom out in her tight pussy. Her dress was covering her ass, and I wanted to feel the firm, smooth globes in my hands, so I gathered it up around her waist. She had on some kind of skimpy-ass, barely there panties that had the bottoms of her cheeks hanging out.
My hands alternately squeezed and smoothed circles on both ass cheeks as I pumped into her with a steady pace. Without warning, I smacked her ass. Her pussy instantly clamped tight around me, and she moaned. My hand resumed circling on her ass to soothe the sting.
Fuck, she looked so incredibly sexy riding my cock. Her cheeks were flushed, and her jade green eyes were glazed over with pleasure. Those plump, red lips were still swollen from sucking on my cock, and that was a major fucking turn on. Beautiful tits swelled above the top of her dress neckline, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking across the tops and down into her cleavage. The thought of my cock sliding between her luscious breasts battled with the thought of her nipples rolling under my tongue and had me pumping faster. I reached up and pulled her dress down to allow them to rest on the top of the dress, putting them on display. One side of her dress slipped down over her shoulder.
“Come for me, Becca. Fucking hell, come all over my cock.” I continued the onslaught to her pussy walls, feeling her body begin to tense before she tightened around my cock.
“You’re close; I can feel it. Fuck me hard and come. Do it, baby, now,” I demanded. The need to feel her hot core throbbing around me was all-consuming. She bit her full lower lip and moaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fucking let loose, baby girl. Hurry or I’m getting there without you.” Her magnificent tits shook and bounced with each thrust, and I bit down on them one at a time, then licked and sucked them reverently.
She shouted as her walls clenched around my cock in tight, rapid spasms. I felt a flood of wetness as I continued to fuck her for all I was worth. Jesus, I needed to fill her with a desperation that felt primal. Her tits bounced franticly by this time, as I fucking slammed deep into her until I felt myself on the verge of exploding.
Tension started low in my back and snaked up my spine. Her ass slapped against my thighs, and I grabbed it, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks to pull it tight to me as I unloaded in her with a roar. I felt like a fucking caveman. It was like my cum spraying inside her marked her as mine.
Fuck. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the scent that was just her, and held her tight to me as my cock pulsed every last drop into her.
What the fuck was that?
We were both fucking panting like rabid dogs. Jesus, you have no idea. The back of the limo smelled like straight sex. Hopefully it cleared out by the time everyone else climbed in later tonight, or we were busted for sure. Not that I cared, but she might.
When we felt the limo slowing to a stop, she quickly jumped from my lap, straightening her dress and nearly sending me into shock simply from the loss of contact and her incredible warmth.
Shit, what had this woman done to me? I reluctantly tucked my cock back in my pants just as the driver opened the door. She was flushed, her hair was a mess, and there was no denying she had been well satisfied. Our eyes met, and we both started laughing.
I tipped the driver as Becca grabbed my hand. Together, we entered the hotel and rode the elevator up to the floor where we all had rooms. As the elevator made its slow ascent, my hand slipped up the back of her dress and along her thigh to slip a finger in her wet panties. On my way up, I felt our mixed cum running down the inside of one thigh, and I rubbed it into her skin. Looking deep into her eyes, I knew she was aware of what the fuck I was doing.
“Your room or mine?” she asked me in a husky whisper.
“It doesn’t matter to me, but I’m crashing in a double room with Hacker,” I confessed. She ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip in a sexy-as-hell way and led me to her room. Fucking hell, I was glad she had gotten a room to herself, but I would have totally locked Hacker out of the room if need be.
We barely made it through the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. I needed her naked body exposed to me, her silky skin sliding against mine. It didn’t matter that I had just come twice in the limo. Mystical voodoo was all I could attribute it to, because God knew the last time I was this fucking horny.
Grabbing her by the tops of her legs, I lifted her around my waist and carried her to the bed. When I tossed her naked ass on the center of the mattress, her chest shook as her body bounced on landing. God, she had perfect fucking tits. I could lick and squeeze them all damn day and be a happy man. An extremely happy man. Her glorious, deep red hair spread wildly across the stark white of the sheet and pillows. That bottom lip held between her teeth as she looked at me with a total “come fuck me” expression broke any resolve I was holding onto.
My eyes scanned slowly over her body, taking in those perfect mounds topped with tightened, dusky, pert nipples; her flat, toned belly; the full curve of her hips; and those long, sexy fucking legs.
I climbed on the bed, spreading those perfect legs, licking and biting up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was silky smooth against my cheek and lips. The dark red hair at the apex of her legs was trimmed close and in a thin strip that seemed to point straight to that wet piece of heaven. The scent of her arousal invaded my senses, and I rested my head on her belly as I breathed her in deeply. She smelled like us.
Her delicate hands grabbed my hair, pulling me up her body. My weight resting on one forearm, I ran my fingers through her deep red hair before fisting it to tip her head back where I could have better access to her neck. I rained kisses down her throat, biting her shoulder, and back up to suck her skin into my mouth. She tasted sweet like sugar cookies and ripe berries. When she spread her legs open farther for me to be able to nestle closer to her, my cock probed against her warm center of its own volition.
“Yesssss. Mmmmm, Hollywood…” Her voice was a plea, and my cock slipped in to be surrounded by her slick warmth. She was killing me. Second by second, minute by minute, she was drawing me into her, to a place where I would eventually lose myself completely.
“Harder. Faster.” Her hands roamed over me, and her nails scored my back. My pace increased at her demand.
“Mason. My name is Mason. Say it.”
“Mason,” she breathed out.
My chin pulled close to my chest, my heart beating in a rapid-fire rhythm, I lost myself in her.
The room was filled with the sound of our breath, slight moans, and the slapping of skin on skin. There was no way I would have thought it was possible, but she tightened even further around my length, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock burst with hot cum, emptying into her to overflowing. As I continued to pulse inside her, I reached between us to circle her clit with a firm touch. She arched off the bed, gripped her legs around me, clutched my shoulders in her hands, and screamed my name. God, I had never heard a sweeter sound in my whole fucking life.
“Fuuuuuck.” My mind was scrambled.
We lay there for a moment before I rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed. My head hung down and my arms rested on my thighs. Jesus. My lungs struggled to draw in a deep breath, and I threw my head back in supplication. God, help me.
She crawled off the bed and grabbed my hand. “Come on, sexy. Let’s clean up a bit.” Mindlessly, I followed her to the shower. As we stood with the hot water running down our bodies, my fingers reached up to trail lightly over the rivulets streaming down her chest. Circling a nipple with my index finger, had it puckering under my gentle touch. Her head still tipped back in the water, I looked up to watch her eyes close and her luscious lips part. She was beautiful. In a simpler world, I could’ve been tempted to keep her.
Her chest heaved with each breath she took. Needing to taste her, I leaned down to bury my nose behind her ear and allowing my tongue to trail down her neck. Nipping and kissing my way down, I knelt in front of her and slid my hands from the back of her thighs up over her perfect ass. Her silky skin was flawless and addictive. Squeezing her tight in my hands, I placed a gentle kiss on the deep red curls at the top of her pussy. She was a goddess. Venus rising from the sea. If she was mine, I would worship her body daily – show her how precious she was to me. If only I were a different man…
In resignation, I stood. Accepting this was just for tonight was difficult for me, and that in itself was abnormal. Just the thought of telling her goodbye left a bitter taste on my tongue. Completely out of character, I had to remind myself I didn’t want a forever with any woman. Shoving all thought to the back of my mind, I poured body wash into my hand and began sliding it sensuously over her curves.
We took turns lathering each other and rinsing off, before I turned off the water. The thick white towels hung on the rack, and I grabbed one to gently dry her body head to toe. After wrapping it around her, I reached for my own and briskly dried off.
With the towel carelessly discarded on the floor, she flopped naked on the bed and looked me in the eye with a wicked smile. “Holy shit, Mason. That was fucking amazing. You’re absolutely incredible.” I crawled onto the bed and ran my tongue around first one nipple then the other before looking up into her sparkling eyes.
“Who are you telling? Damn, I can’t get enough of you.” My tongue flicked her nipple before I bit it lightly. A groan slipped from my lips as her fingers threaded through my hair, holding me close to her chest. I nipped the bottom side of her breast and worked my way down to her downy curls between her legs.
Having my face buried in her was heaven, and I ate her pussy like a famished man placed before a feast. She reached down to grab my hair, pulling me closer. Could a man be smothered in pussy? ’Cause goddamn, what a way to go.
I nipped her clit before I licked her from there to her ass. She thrashed and groaned as I slid two fingers into her tight, wet passage, curling them to stroke her G-spot. A few well-placed strokes on that sensitive area, and she shattered quickly, with her walls throbbing and squeezing my fingers as she screamed my name. What a beautiful sight and sound. I continued to use my tongue to lave her until I felt I had licked up every drop of her creamy release.
She tasted so damn sweet, and I slid up her body to kiss her. She was going to taste herself on me and know how amazing her release was. Her tongue stroked mine without hesitation as she wrapped her legs around my hips to pull my straining cock toward her soaking wet pussy. Never let it be said I couldn’t take a hint.
Without hesitation, I plunged in balls deep and groaned into her mouth when I felt her warm sheath grip me. Though I planned to take my time, it was as if I lost my fucking mind when I was near her, inside her. Breaking from her lips, I reached down and threw her legs over my shoulders, angling me better to fuck her furious and deep. Shit, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold off.
Dammit, I normally have better control than this.
We came together in a massive explosion that left us breathless. Our mixed cum was pushed out of her warm pussy with each slow stroke I made in my effort to extend the pleasure as long as I could. She felt so freakin’ good I didn’t want to leave her body. Being in her was like nothing I’d ever experienced—it was like nirvana.
Finally, I collapsed on the bed next to her and gathered her close to my side. She had utterly exhausted me, and I could barely keep my eyes open. We were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but it didn’t stop me from pulling her top leg over mine.
Her hand drew circular patterns on my chest as I absently ran my hand up and down her back from her shoulder to her curved ass. If I thought fucking her would get her out from under my skin, I was terribly wrong. After having just this small sampling of her, I was afraid I would never get enough of this wild child.
HOLLYWOOD’S BREATH SLOWED THEN evened out, and I knew he was sleeping. Shit, that was probably the best sex I’d ever experienced. Ever. I could live with sex like that every day for the rest of my life and die a very happy and replete woman. Something told me it wasn’t just because he had a body to die for and the biggest cock I’d ever seen. There was a weird and powerful… I don’t know… connection between us. Just the smell of his skin under my cheek made me want him again, which was crazy because we had already gone three rounds. I didn’t even know a guy was capable of doing it twice, let alone three times—not including the blowjob in the limo. Damn. Talk about stamina. He was like some kind of sex machine.
In all honesty, I could see myself falling asleep in his arms every night. There was just such a “rightness” in the way I fit into his arms and against his body. We had just met, and the logical part of me knew this was insane. It would be interesting to see where things could lead, but unfortunately, we lived three hours apart, and I was definitely not into long-distance relationships. They never worked. Tried that after college. Never again.
The reasons I couldn’t get attached to this man were an absolutely endless list. For one, I still needed to get Tr
evor to accept that we were over. I didn’t know why I wasn’t firmer before I left and forced him to comprehend I was D-O-N-E, done. Looking back, I should’ve never agreed to discuss things when I got back, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue the day I left. I’d just wanted to leave, so I took the coward’s way out and agreed to talk more when I returned.
Stupid.
I traced over the colorful tattoos that decorated his arms and the left side of his torso. My fingers skimmed his skin in a feather light touch so I wouldn’t wake him. They were bright and colorful and seemed to reflect a positive energy. Initially, he had appeared to be a normally happy person. So why had he been so broody and bitchy while we were out tonight? It was a strange contradiction to his ink and the persona he gave off. The only reason I could think of was that I had pissed him off in something I said or did, but the alcohol I consumed pretty much hazed and erased most of the night prior to the limo ride from my mind.
As my fingers continued to absently trace the ink on his left arm, I felt uneven ridges. Lifting my head to look where I was tracing, I noticed he had some scars that his tattoos camouflaged. My lips kissed the scars gently as my mind tried to make sense of them and how he could have gotten them. My tongue slipped out and ran over his nipple that rested in front of my face. The stimulation had him fidgeting in his sleep, pulling me closer. A small smile spread across my face at the power I had over his body, even in sleep.
As I rested my head on his firm chest and stroked his sculpted abs, I breathed in his scent, which was a combination of a light cologne, sweat, sex, and something that was just… Mason. It was an intoxicating scent, and it lulled me into a deep sleep filled with passionate embraces with this god-like man.
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