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He pushes another button, and now my clit gets the full attention of the toy. My sensitive bud swells, aching with need as an orgasm crashes through my body, so hard and fast I’m left a panting mess before I even know it hit.
His hand explores my body, smoothing over my breasts and pinching my nipples. His hold there tightens, and another orgasm hits harder, my body clenching, bending at my waist. I have no idea how I manage to keep my hands on their spot on the wall, but I do.
I shudder. “God. Oh, god.”
His hand smooths over my waist, cupping my ass, fingers digging into the curve under my bottom. I gasp in pain, then lose that breath as he moves the toy around, every inch and crevice being massaged now.
He grips my ass harder. Will there be fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning? “One more time.”
“You,” I cry, begging. “I want the next one from you. I want you inside me.”
“That’s so sexy. You begging for my cock.”
He pulls the toy out of my body. It’s so big and heavy it makes a thud as it hits the floor. For a moment, I’m free.
My knees go weak, and I almost collapse, but he gathers me into his strong arms, turning me around to face him. My back presses against the wall as he lowers his sweatpants. His cock is already fully erect. He grabs me, lifting me up.
“Thank you. I need this. I need you.” I wrap my legs around him, and he thrusts his cock inside my already dripping pussy. The warming liquid reinvigorates as he fucks me, my insides hot and wet and throbbing and clenching and overwhelmed by everything, by him.
“I need you too,” he says. But there’s a husky tone in his deep voice that’s filled with emotion.
The sound, his words, they make a flutter inside my stomach. I lean forward, kissing him. As we kiss, our tongues exploring each other, he moves deeper in me.
His moans break the kiss. “Yes. Yes. Lily.” The way he says my name is my undoing.
“Oh, god, Rockwell.” I come just as hard as he promised me I would. When we were in that kinky room of his. The very first time I entered this world of his.
Already so turned on by torturing my body with his devil’s toy, he comes, too. Gripping the back of my neck with one hand, the other cups my ass, squeezing as his seed spurts into me. “Lily. God. Lily.”
He carries me to the sofa, and we collapse there, skin damp with sweat as we lay in one another’s arms. He pushes a stray lock of hair back from my face. As he stares into my eyes, a deep connection flows between us, an invisible bond.
Slowly, he moves in, capturing my mouth in his. This kiss, this magical kiss, warm in the afterglow of lovemaking—scratch that—fucking, it makes me melt in his arms.
Completely spent from the amazing night, we shower together. He dries my skin for me, patting it with a clean, soft towel. We climb into bed naked, the sheets cool and crisp against our bare skin. I fall asleep in his arms, my head against his chest.
His body is strong and warm and safe.
I enjoy the best night of sleep I’ve ever had in my life.
But I wake alone.
I stretch like the cat that got the cream, a satisfied smile on my face. Then, worry sets in. The room is quiet. I look on the nightstand for the rom-com third-act breakup scene note I’m expecting.
There is no such note.
Thank goodness.
After using the bathroom, I find a white fluffy robe waiting for me, the gold crest of the hotel embroidered on it. Wrapping it tight around my waist, I knot the belt and patter around in the penthouse barefoot.
He’s waiting in the living room at a small dining table, scrolling on his phone. Dressed casually, he’s so handsome and easygoing, comfortable in his body, that my heart lodges in my throat.
He’s perfect. Isn’t he?
And not too good to be true. But I thought the same about my ex. Didn’t I?
My pussy disagrees, saying my ex was nothing like this man, even at his best. Scratch those silly worries, pussy says. Scratch everything! He’s amazing.
He greets me with a kiss. “Take a seat. Breakfast will be here in a moment.”
