I was a grown woman.
I was in charge of my life.
I could do what I wanted with whomever I wanted without answering to anyone else.
And that was why I was going to stand here, wait to reach the lobby, and run the farthest fucking way from this man.
His eyes continued to devour me. He took a step towards me.
And another.
No wait, that was me. I didn't feel the wall at my back anymore.
Suddenly, we were chest to chest.
“You're so fucking sexy. I'm not giving you some shit line, or trying to be disrespectful, but I want to fuck you in a thousand different ways.”
My breath caught at his words. They were honest and crude.
And fucking hot.
And I liked it.
We met each other halfway, mouths open and tongues rubbing. Groans came out of both of us as his back slammed against the floor buttons. He reached back and did something because we were moving up.
“What did you do?”
He kissed me roughly and said, “I have a room.”
Oh, God. Was this really going to happen?
Was this a good idea?
What if he was a crazy man with a weird fetish?
What if he was a serial killer?
Then, Cari, you're going to die fucking the world’s sexiest, but most perverted, man.
My mouth kissed him deeper. I clutched my purse and jumped up as he easily caught me and slammed me against him.
Fuck propriety.
Like I said, if I was going down, I was going to go down hard.
He turned and pushed me against a wall and I broke the kiss, yelling, when I felt his enormous dick against me. His mouth kissed a path down my throat.
Wait, we were in a hallway?
His lips returned to mine. And when I opened my eyes again, I guess we were in his hotel room.
Damn, it was big.
It wasn't any ordinary hotel room- it was a penthouse.
Approaching the entryway table, he stopped before it, clearing it with a sweep of an arm. Everything crashed and shattered on the gleaming beige marble floors.
“Oh my God!”
I wasn't only reacting to his actions, but to the reflection of us in the mirror above the table.
I looked like a sex-crazed woman with hazy hooded hazel eyes, red cheeks, and plump pink lips.
I turned to him when he sat me on the edge of the table.
“So fucking sexy.”
He kissed my lips and moved to my neck. He took off my blouse and was going to take my tank top off, but I stopped him.
“Three rules.”
I managed to form words even though my brain had obviously abandoned me a while ago.
He pulled back, and fuck, his eyes were hotter and brighter still. His gaze was pointed, and his breath was coming out in pants. His dark hair was mussed up.
“One, the tank top stays on. No matter what. Two- no anal. Three- no lights.”
The way he studied me made me nervous. It had been at this moment with previous boyfriends when they began asking questions they had no right to know at that point in our relationship. It was always about my first rule.
And then those questions would kill the moment.
But Big Sexy here had more sense.
Or he was more horny than he was curious.
“I can live with that. But I want to suck on your tits. They look amazing.”
Those words sent electricity down to my clit.
I roughly undid my bra and pulled the straps down my arms without ever having to take my tank top off. Then I pulled down the front of my tank top below my breasts.
My breath was fast and shallow.
“God, they're even more beautiful than I thought they would be. Huge. More than a handful for me.”
He looked at me, and I watched him through slitted eyes, I was so fucking horny.
Each of his thumbs rubbed my nipples. He watched me, and dipped down to take one in his mouth.
My head fell back against the mirror.
“That feels so fucking good.”
One of his hands glided along my leg and found itself in between my thighs. I sighed and opened my legs further.
His fingers lightly rubbed my lips over my underwear.
The moans coming from me we unrecognizable.
My hands went to his hair as he moved to my other nipple. I pressed my chest to his mouth.
I don't think I've ever been this demanding before. I'm not one to hold back, but neither was I this demanding woman.
He began kissing his way down. I lifted as he began taking my skirt off.
Then he began tugging my underwear off.
“Is this really happening?”
My mumble was met with his growl.
“If it isn't, I don't want to fucking wake up. You're fucking hot as shit. This is going to be the best fuck of our lives.”
“I could fucking come from your words alone.”
He laughed. “Like dirty talk?”
“I didn't know before it came from your lips.”
His laugh was deeper. “Baby, your going to love my lips for more than just dirty words.”
He trailed down and down.
“What are you doing?”
“I love eating pussy just as much as I love to fuck.”
“Oh. My. God.”
I fucking couldn't breathe. My clit was throbbing. I was going to die if I didn't come.
“I don't even know your name,” I moaned as I felt his breath at my clit. He spread me wider still as he got on his knees.
“Just call me the best fuck of your life.”
“Oh God!”
And I felt his tongue.
And that was the end of anything logical in my mind.
Carlos
Whatever You Like,
T.I.
This woman was so fucking hot.
A goddamned sex pot.
I’d seen her across the bar and I was getting on my feet to go towards her when that shit-face got to her first. While it was annoying to watch the asshole hit on her it was equally as entertaining watching her verbally spar with him.
Quick wit and attractive.
When he left, I’d moved in.
I knew she'd be in my bed tonight.
And on my entryway table.
And bent over my counter.
She had soft brown hair, a perfect cute nose, and the plumpest lips I'd ever seen. Her tits were huge, and her body was deliciously curvy.
Curves I’d like to bite all over.
I was starving.
On my knees, I licked her. I wasn't going to say that stupid shit like she tasted like honey and unicorns.
But she was fucking addicting.
And she did taste good.
My tongue continued to lap her and her juices, and hearing her moans, groans, and yells-
Fuck me.
“Don't stop! Yes. Right there!”
She had a solid grip on my head. Her fingers there threaded through my hair.
And I loved it.
I couldn't stop if I wanted to. This was only the beginning. I was going to fuck her right after she came on my mouth.
And when she did, fuck, her moans made my dick steel. My balls were throbbing.
All I wanted to do was fuck her, but she went down on me too.
She took a moment to recoup, slid off the table onto wobbly legs, and fell onto her knees, away from the shattered mess I'd made. When she looked up at me, I had to close my eyes and breathe- if not, I was going to dump my load five seconds after she pulled me into her mouth.
I began taking a condom out of my wallet and dropped my pants, boxer briefs with them. I heard her suck in a breath when she saw my cock.
“Are you clean?”
Her voice was goddamn velvet.
“I always use condoms, and yes, I'm clean. Tests and all.”
“I am, too.”
I groaned. There was not
hing more that I wanted at that moment than to fuck her without a condom.
But even if we didn't have STDs, that was how babies were made.
And I wasn't going to have my son or daughter out there with me never knowing about them.
“We still need to use protection.”
She nodded and briefly looked up at me after tearing her gaze away from my cock.
Fuck man.
I don't think any woman had ever looked at it like that.
It was like she was salivating.
“Yea. With sex. But you don't have to put one on now.”
Ahh. Now I understood.
A straight up blowjob without a condom.
Fuck. Yea.
She slowly walked on her knees towards me.
I felt like I was in my own porn movie. That was amazingly sexy. Her big tits swung seductively. The top of her tank top that had been pulled underneath them made them seem fuller.
If I got any harder, I was going to be able to cut diamonds.
She reached out, wrapping a hand around my shaft, and used the other to massage my balls.
I looked up and groaned.
“You're so big.”
I laughed. “You giving me a line now?”
I heard her laugh and I looked down. Her attention was rapt on my cock. I stopped breathing when her thumb spread my precum around the head.
And I almost lost my fucking mind when I felt her tongue lick me and her mouth close around me.
“Fuckkk.”
I heard her moan and I had to grind my teeth to stop from coming.
To stop from throwing her on a bed and fucking her goddamned brains out.
I made noises I’d never made before as she was on her knees sucking the very life out of me through my cock.
“Fuck! Your mouth feels so damn good.”
When she moaned, and moved her head back and forth one more time on my dick, that did it.
“I'm going to come, baby. If you don't move, I'm going to spill it in your mouth.”
I'd never heard my voice that low, that gravelly.
I almost laughed.
Tonight was the stuff of fantasies.
I was one lucky son of a bitch.
She fucking moaned and sucked harder.
“Shit, baby. Are you sure?”
She moaned again and sucked. I looked down at her, not that I hadn't been. There was nothing hotter than watching her watching me as she pleasured me with her mouth.
My hand found its way to her head and I gripped her hair.
Moaning, she fucking took my load and swallowed.
Head back, I looked up at the ceiling.
“Ughh!! FUCK!”
I held her head there until my spasms lessened.
I swear I saw stars. Holy shit, I hadn't come that hard in years.
My grip lessened on her head and the frenzy that possessed me, calmed.
But only marginally.
She stood up before me. Although she was tall for a woman, she was short for me. My brothers and I inherited our height from our father.
I loved my size compared to hers.
It set off the primitive male in me that wanted to fuck and protect the delicate female standing boldly in front of me.
Her tank top was still underneath her breasts, which jutted out perfectly, firmly, and irresistibly with each breath.
I thought it was odd that she wanted to keep it on, but I’d sensed it was important to her.
We all had quirks.
Even hot sexpots like her.
Her attention was focused on me and I on her. Her hazel eyes were more green than light brown now.
Her body was rocking. The light was dim, but fortunately, I was able to still appreciate her curves. She wasn't bone-thin, but instead had some meat on her.
And I was a carnivore.
She was perfect.
Her thighs were nice and smooth. What I’d seen and felt of her ass was amazing.
She was a perfect overflowing handful everywhere.
“You're sexy. Fucking gorgeous.”
Her smile was beautiful.
“You're not so bad on the eyes yourself.”
And that was it.
Like magnets, we threw ourselves at one another. I inched her down the hallway to my room. Once there, she climbed on the bed, me after her, amazingly not losing mouth contact.
“Favorite position? Missionary? Doggie? Cowgirl?”
She laughed. “With you? I'll try all of the above.”
I growled as I reached over to my nightstand for condoms. I looked over to her and saw her narrow her eyes.
“I'm not a male whore. These have been here for nearly a year, untouched. No girlfriend for a long while, and it's just been me and my hands.”
“Never had a one-night stand?”
I shook my head. “Some casual sex but no, you'd be my first.”
I smirked and raised my eyebrows once.
She laughed. “My first, too.”
Her analytical eyes turned soft and humorous.
I ripped open one, slid it on acutely aware of her appreciative gaze on me. Then I looked at her.
“It's going to be memorable,” I said, massaging her thighs as I widened them to rest myself in between.
“I have no doubts about that.”
Damn. Her eyes became hazy again. Her nipples were hard and skin was flushed.
Poised at her entrance, I slammed into her. She arched her back and shouted.
I fucking closed my eyes for a minute trying to get my cock to calm the fuck down. I would spill if I didn't.
He'd never been this eager before, Christ. It was like I was a teen all over again, barely able to control him.
“Fuck me.”
Her whisper snapped my control and my good intentions. Growling, I pulled out and slammed into her.
“I'm going to fuck you, baby. So hard you won't be able to walk.”
“Yessss.”
That was all the permission I needed.
Cari
One Night Love Affair,
Bryan Adams
My eyes slowly opened and confusion set in along with a minor headache.
I groaned.
At least it was dark. I had a feeling lights would make the throbbing worse.
Where was I?
This was a new experience.
I looked over when I noticed, and felt, an unfamiliar hand on my abdomen.
“What the-”
And then it came back to me. Although seriously, how could I forget the most amazing sexual experience of my life?
It wasn't just sex. That was an understatement.
It was definitely a sexual experience.
He not only looked good and sounded good, but he was the best sexual partner I'd ever had.
But it was time to go.
Los.
That was his name.
“I want you to scream that when you come.”
That's what he’d told me when he made me come the second to last time tonight.
How many times had I?
Jesus.
I now knew what it meant to have your brains fucked out.
And that second to last time? That had been some crazy wild sex.
Then, the last time we shared each other's body tonight had been slow and sensual.
I didn't do slow and sensual, so I'll blame it on the alcohol since I could swallow that better than the truth.
Even my reluctance to engage in intimacy had suspended itself as I’d gazed into his warm, fierce eyes.
In and out, he had slowly loved my body.
He hadn't let my eyes wander- because make no mistake, they wanted to wander, and not just because I felt too exposed.
His shoulders were massive mountains and valleys of solid, hard muscle covered in smooth, hot skin. His muscles tasted as good as they looked. I should know-
I'd licked them.
All of them.
But back to his stare.
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br /> It was too intense.
He was too intense.
But each time my eyes focused away, he'd stop, suspend himself above me, and gently grasp my chin to force my eyes back to his. Then he would lean down and give me the most sensual, slow kiss of my life.
Our mouths connected, and his tongue gently stroked mine. One of his hands palmed the back of my neck, his mouth loving me the same way his body was loving mine.
And then it would become too much-
Too intimate.
Too intense.
Too much to feel with this stranger who'd begun to feel as if he was more than that.
And that couldn't be.
And still, he kept on.
Slowly, deliciously, he entered my body and withdrew, building into the most intense orgasm of the night.
The orgasm erupted as our eyes were connected.
He'd caressed my cheeks, kissed me passionately, and then kissed me softly.
Then he'd settled next to me and brought me in close to him.
And normally I'd push away. That was yet another thing I'd never done with boyfriends and something I absolutely never wanted to do- post-sex cuddling.
But I was too dumbfounded to move.
And it had felt so good to stay.
He'd fallen asleep first, and then I had slowly, reluctantly, followed.
We’d given in to the exhaustion of our bodies.
It had been after we’d reached our peaks that final time, that he'd asked me my name.
Lucy.
Short for Lucero.
It wasn't a lie.
It was my middle name. It was yet another thing Iza and I had in common.
Dark pasts and the juxtaposition of having middle names meaning light in our respective native languages. Hers was Luciana.
He'd wanted to exchange phone numbers, too.
I hadn’t been that weak at that moment, thankfully.
Nope.
No, thanks.
Although the thought had given me pause.
I wasn't saying that I wouldn't be interested in another night like this with him, but all good things must come to an end.
He should have a label that read WARNING: HABIT FORMING.
I have no interest in having an addiction.
Yea, I was rambling in my thoughts in an effort to overcome the guilt I felt for not telling him my first name.
But seriously, though. What kind of name was Los?
That right there was a warning sign to me. So I’d answered in kind by giving my middle name. At least mine sounded, and was, real.
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