Page 88 of The Fake Out

The baby cooed in confusion at the sound of her mother’s voice. “Okay, sweetheart, time to go back to Mommy,” I said and handed her off.

Lily hefted the diaper bag over her shoulder. “Thanks, you two. I appreciate it.”

I stood up from my seat and held my hand out to Veronica. “Come on, sweets, let’s dance.”

She smiled and took my hand. We danced for a while and had a good time. I was glad because her sour mood had improved when she got on the dance floor with me. I held her close during a slow song, and it was nice to be pressed up against her. In those heels, she was closer to my height, but I still had to bend my head to her lips when she tried to say something to me.

“Do you want to get out of here now?” she asked.

Hell yeah, I did. I twirled her off the dance floor and got our coats. “You only have your leather jacket?”

She nodded.

I shrugged off my coat and pulled it around her. She gave me a small, shy smile, and I tugged her hand along beside me. We checked into the hotel as quickly as possible, but as soon as we got into the elevator, my lips were on her neck. She moaned and melted into me. I was so glad our room was only on the fourth floor, any higher, and I might have done something illegal.

As soon as we got to the room, I shedded our coats and stripped off my suit jacket. She undid my tie, but I pressed her up against the door. Her fingers slid through my hair as we kissed like we were dying for each other’s touch. My hands traveled down her body, caressing her perfect tits and groaning into her neck.

She pushed the skirt of her dress up and out of the way. My heart thudded in my chest because the vixen wasn’t wearing underwear; she was bare from the waist down.

“Fuck…” I moaned and pressed a finger lightly against her clit. She arched her back, and I slid my finger down across her wetness. “I love how wet you get, sweets.”

“Mmm…all for you.”

“I’m so hungry for you.”

“I want your cock inside me. Right now.”

I pumped my fingers inside her. “You looking for a spanking tonight?”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned as she ground her hips against my hand.

“Naughty girl,” I teased and dropped to my knees. I spread her legs and drawled my tongue across her pussy. Her hands gripped my hair as I explored her nice and slow. “Beg for me, you naughty girl.”

She made an annoyed noise in her throat, and I continued my slow pace back to her clit. “Please,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

I pumped my fingers inside her while I licked slowly at that sweet nub. When I felt her walls contract around my fingers, I wrapped my lips around her clit. If this was my last night with her, I was going to make it count. I’d give her all the pleasure she could ever want.

She shook against the door, moaning my name as her orgasm flowed out of her while I sucked long and hard on her clit. I stood up, and she slowly opened her eyes. She gave me a devilish grin and pushed me further inside the room. I grinned as she guided me to the bed and pushed me to sit on it.

She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. I had to bite my fist. She hadn’t been wearing a bra either, so now she was bearing herself to me, and if I hadn’t been hard when I went down on her, I was now.

She smiled at me and threw my tie to the floor. I let her undress me, her delicate hands undoing all the buttons on my dress shirt. She peeled back the material from my chest, and I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her manicured hand traced the lines of the hibiscus tattoos on my chest.

I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. “I love it. You fixed my broken heart.”

“It’s healed nicely, but I still want to do another session on it.”

“Sweets,” I groaned. “I don’t want to talk about my tattoo right now.”

She leaned over and kissed me hard. Her tongue darted into my mouth, distracting me while her hands deftly undid my belt and unzipped my pants. She gave me a grin when she pulled away and took my pants and boxers off.

She dropped to her knees and licked me from root to tip. She slid her lips down my cock, taking me as far back as she could.

“So good,” I moaned and tipped my head back.

She pulled off to look up at me and gave me a sexy grin. “Mmm…love sucking your cock.”

I reached my hand down and brushed my thumb across her bottom lip. Her lipstick was smeared, and she looked a wreck, but I loved that it was because of me. That I made her that sloppy mess, and she loved every minute of it.