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Something about that makes me suck harder, move faster, and give him everything I’ve got.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunts, and I let the warning spur me on rather than slow down.
I’m here all week. I realize we both promised this would be the last time, but we both know it won’t be.
If this ends up being nothing more than friends with benefits for a while, fine.
But I can’t imagine that this is a two-and-done for us. Not when we exude this much heat when we’re together.
“Now,” he says, squeezing my shoulder, and I don’t let up, signaling to him that I want this, I wanthim. I want him to give me every last drop.
“Fuck,” he groans, and he holds my head still as he thrusts into my mouth. Hot jets of come stream out of him, and I swallow around the huge cock bumping into my throat.
As the thrusts slow, he lets up on his grip on my head, and I slowly pull back, swirling my tongue around the head one more time as I suck him clean.
I sit up, wiping the sides of my mouth with my fingertips in a ladylike way, and he hunches back into his seat as he tucks his cock back into his pants.
He rests his head back onto the seat, and then he turns his head in my direction without lifting it, as if the mere task of lifting his head is too much for him to bear right now.
He shakes his head a little, and I kind of love the fact that I left him speechless.
He looks exhausted, worn, and sated. A rather arrogant look crosses my face as I lean back into my own seat, but he’s not letting me off so easily—not without gettingmeoff, too.
He reaches back under my skirt and slips his finger right back inside me, and my body is warm, wet, and waiting for him. He shoves that finger up hard into me, hitting that place so few men before him have found before, and I twitch in my seat.
He leans over and drops his lips to my neck, and then I hear his voice, deep and hot, near my ear. “I want this pretty little pussy to come with my fingers first, then my mouth, then my cock.”
The mere words are nearly enough to check the first one off the list. He continues to drive his finger in, and it’s when he adds in a second one that I start to see stars.
“Oh, God,” I moan, and I reach around him to hold onto his neck as my body gives into the pleasure he’s giving me.
My legs snap together, and I bite down on his shoulder as I try my hardest to stay quiet. I fight through the orgasm as it rips through me, pulse after excruciating pulse of pleasure taking every last breath from me.
I’m panting when it finally passes through me, and he reaches up to touch his shoulder where I bit him.
In perfect timing, the car comes to a stop, and as I look out the window, I see we’re stopped in front of Mandalay Bay, where the Four Seasons has four floors managed separately from the hotel.
“We’re here,” he says softly. “Ready for my mouth?”
I press my lips to his, and when I pull back, I nod—even though I’m not. I have no way to prepare myself, and my legs are shaky as I turn toward him. “Let’s go.”
His mouth tips up in a smile as I get out of the car first, barely able to stand, and he follows me. He bids our driver—who I can’t seem to make eye contact with—goodbye, and we head inside. He must’ve already checked in on his phone because we bypass the front desk and head up to the thirty-ninth floor.
We walk into a corner suite with a panoramic view, and I’m sure it’s lovely, but I don’t even see it because his mouth is on me the second the door closes behind me.
He’s kissing me like a starved man, like he needs this, needsme, like we didn’t make each other come in the back of a carbefore we got here. He’s kissing me as if he’s making up for the time we lost over the last few months.
He’s kissing me like he never wants to stop, and I’m kissing him back like I never want him to. He pulls back to say, “I’ve been tempted to slip my tongue between your thighs every time I’ve seen you.” Every few words are punctuated with more kissing. “I can’t fight it anymore.”
God, I want him to. I want him to make me come with just his tongue.
“But first, the jersey,” he says. He walks over to me and fists each side by the chest, and he rips it clean in half. It hangs on me like a jacket, and he pushes it off my arms before he leans down and runs his tongue along my tits, stopping to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
He backs away abruptly. “Take off the rest of your clothes,” he demands, and there’s something wickedly hot about the way he says that to me, so hot that I scramble to do exactly what he’s asking of me. I drop my skirt and underwear, and I kick off my shoes, too.
I lie back on the bed and wait for him to bury his face in my pussy, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he gets naked, too.
