by Piper Page
But even criminals, if they survived long enough, could wise up.
I slapped my forehead.
What an idiot. Why hadn’t I checked for any other photos?
That picture really made me lose my mind. I swiped the camera again and went to the third picture. This one showed Allie in another position to the side and showing off her figure. She held a notecard over her breasts.
I peered in to read it.
“348”
What did that mean?
I squinted and furrowed my brows, thinking hard. When I finally gave up, it popped into my head.
It could have been the room number at the Allure, the hotel she stayed at for the bachelor party, where I captured her.
I seriously hoped that I got it right as I put my car in drive and accelerated toward the touristy areas of the city. Lines of palm trees soon guided me down the path to the Allure.
Getting out of my car and hurrying to the elevators was a blur. My finger darted for level three and I pressed it multiple times in haste. Hearing the chime, I strode out as the doors swung open and prepared myself to either be elated or seriously disappointed, depending on who opened that door.
I knocked on room 348.
“Come on,” I growled mentally. “Answer the door. Hurry.”
My patience wore thin. It was like every nerve ending in my body stood at attention when I heard someone’s feet sliding across the carpet. They stood a foot away from the door.
It opened, and I held my breath.
Please, don’t make it so I have to fly all the way to the United States. I can’t wait another second…
Allie leapt into my arms. I caught her and spun her around. Her lips smashed against my neck as I tried to push her up, to get her lips against mine. I caught her, biting her lip, and we devoured each other.
I carried her into the room. The door bounced back closed. We couldn’t get to the bed before she started to grind on me. I claimed her lips again.
Allie moaned and dug her fingernails into my back, drawing some pain, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure rocketing through my body. I pressed her against the wall. She shimmied her hips, trying to get off anyway she could against the hard bar of my cock.
Through the fabric, I felt sensitive and ready. But first I wanted to take her in. I gave some space before thrusting her to eye-level.
She smirked. “I knew you’d like the pictures.”
“You tease. I’m glad you’re here. I couldn’t wait for the real thing.”
“I knew you wouldn’t want to wait…”
What we said after that, I don’t remember. Our lips met again and we ravaged each other. The only thing I heard in the next few minutes were moans and gasps for air. I ripped her shirt right off her, and proceeded to suck and lick the delicious curve of her cleavage.
I felt alive again having her scent on me. As she fumbled for my belt, I spun her around and dropped her on the bed.
“From what I remember, I still have a lot to teach you.”
“Oh?” She quirked an eyebrow before I tossed off my shirt and threw my belt. I was on her again and she pulled me closer, wanting me between her thighs immediately.
Our clothes torn off, I rubbed my cock tip against her pussy, already dripping wet. Good. We both couldn’t wait another second.
I drove my cock all the way in until my balls bristled against her ass. She hollered out. I imagined, in a little pain, but she stretched to fit me.
She cried out for more with a resounding “Yes.”
Finally, we were together again.
Making up for lost time, I thrust into her tenderly, my cock more solid than I could ever remember. We both swelled and soon I plunged into her like a wild beast let loose. Her feet hooked onto my ass as I drove, but she couldn’t control them for long. They pointed straight up into the air.
With all the leverage I could get, I drove to her deepest, filling her core. My tip as it rushed over her smooth, tight walls shot pleasure right up my spine to my blissed out mind.
There wasn’t a sense of holding on until she came. I just enjoyed the hell out of her body. The only reason I lasted was to savor the sensation as long as possible and to capture this moment in time.
But in record time, I shouted, “I’m coming.”
Allie smacked her palms against my cheeks. She stole a kiss before she plummeted back down to the bed. “Yes, do it.”
I wasn’t going to wait for her permission. Only if she told me to stop would I have been able to pull out.
Holding onto her hips, I took her deeper, faster. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her thighs spasmed. Her moans filled me and then my mouth shot open and I must’ve groaned, but I lost sense of control.
She came right before I did.
Ecstasy rolled over me as I came inside of Allie. I filled what little space was left inside her and hugged her to me. She pumped her hips to get me even deeper. Sensitive, but still going, my cock unloaded what had been pent up for the last few months.
She seemed to meld right into me. I thought it must’ve been my salvation…Hell, that pussy could save lives.
I lifted off her. My muscles still swam in that heavenly pleasure. I kissed her again, and she looked up at me, starry eyed.
“I want to stay,” she said softly.
“You’re going to stay. You’re not going anywhere.”
“I recall you were the one who left last time.”
“To save you,” I admitted.
We were still connected, my cock buried inside her, her arms wrapped around my neck.
She grinned back at me and gave me a funny look. “Does it look like I need saving?”
I kissed her neck. “Right now, it looks like you need me.”
Allie’s smile broadly. She squeezed my ass before I pulled out.
I went to take a leak. When I came back, I spotted myself in the full length mirror.
“You’re bleeding, Santiago.” Allie pointed at my side.
I turned and looked at it. She’d done a good job on me. Her scratch marks ran from my right shoulder all the way to my side. “You hellcat, look what you did to me,” I said, a big grin on my face.
Allie jumped onto her feet. She started toward me. “Let me help.”
But I took her hand and led her back to the bed. I wrapped her up in my arms, never wanting to let her go.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. It’ll only be a new scar. I have a lot of them already.”
I dove in, capturing her lips. She moaned, leaned back, and I knew we would be at it again. Neither one of us could get our fill.
“This time, this scar will be a good story to tell,” I said, before kissing my angel again.
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About the Author
Piper Page grew up in Kansas City, but always dreamed of living in the big city. Her dreams came true when she graduated from law school and got a job at a big law firm in New York City. She met a nice young man at that firm and they married a year later. That year everything was so new and exciting, Mrs. Page didn’t have time to realize how tough it all was. After getting married and settling into life, she realized she really didn’t enjoy working 80 hours a week on white collar crimes, trying to as she puts it, “save guys who ripped off people like your grandma.”
A few years later, Mrs. Page’s husband got opportunity of a lifetime to move to Portland, Oregon and work in-house at a popular up and coming tech company. They jumped at the chance to live in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by such nature and beauty.
During this transition period, Mrs. Piper did not find a legal position in a quality firm that suited her fine. Since she had some free time, she decided to pursue her real passion—writing.
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