by Robby Mills
“No way. After what you did for me, I get the pleasure of cleaning up the mess.”
She rested her chin on his chest and met his gaze. “So do I get to stay for round two, or would you rather I leave?”
“You’re staying for round two, three, four and if I can manage, five. Hell, I’m considering barricading the door for the next twenty-four hours or six months.”
She laughed, giving him a brilliant smile with her swollen lips. The sweet, musical sound soothed his sensitive nerves. “Sounds good to me.”
Tim got up and padded to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth, warmed it and returned to the bed. Jasmine tucked her arms behind her head as he washed away evidence of the best experience of his life. They hadn’t even actually fucked yet and he couldn’t stop smiling.
“You hungry? I have a few beers in the mini fridge and a bag of munchies.” He tossed the cloth through the bathroom door.
“Bring ‘em on. I’m starved.”
They spent the next hour chowing down on peanuts, candy bars, chips and beer. It amazed him how comfortable they were together. He honestly liked Jasmine and hoped she’d agree to keeping in touch. Sure, they couldn’t make a real relationship out of this, but he wanted to know how she was doing from time to time.
With his hunger sated, his body rested and Jasmine’s long, sexy physique stretched out on the mattress, that little clit piercing of hers was drawing his attention again. Damn but he loved that.
“I don’t suppose you have any condoms in this room?” Jasmine asked.
He dragged his gaze away from her pretty pussy. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He pointed to his carryon bag. “My sister tossed a couple in when I wasn’t looking. I discovered them when my bag went through the x-ray machine at the airport. Imagine my surprise.” He had wanted to kill her.
Jasmine giggled as she crawled from the bed and walked to the dresser. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as she hunched over to dig through the bag. What was he thinking? Giving up women? Sitting here drinking in the view of Jasmine’s magnificent naked ass made him realize how far he’d sunk.
“I think I like your sister,” she said, turning and waving two condoms.
“Yeah, I’m thinking she’s not all that bad after all.” He had to remember to thank the little brat when he got home.
With the hot urgency they arrived in his room with gone, they were free to take their time with each other now. Tim glanced at the clock. He had seven hours until he needed to check out of the hotel and nine until his flight left. Plenty of time. He could sleep on the plane.
Tim remained sitting as Jasmine tossed a condom on the nightstand before crawling up on the bed. He wasn’t sure how they were going to go about initiating the actual sex portion of their evening but it seemed she had an idea. Positioning herself directly in front of him, she got to her knees, stretched her tanned, curvy, scrumptious body to its full length and then cupped her breasts.
Tim reached out, he couldn’t stop himself. Jasmine shook her head, stopping him.
“Not yet. Watch.”
Watch what? The possibilities jumbled around in his head. Sweet, sexy Jasmine tugged at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers until they stood like fat, juicy berries. Heat blossomed in his groin, jerking his cock to life before spreading up his torso. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. When she licked two fingers and continued to torment the hard nubs, he groaned.
“You like this?” she asked in a breathy voice.
He couldn’t find his voice. All he did was nod. In his lap his cock thickened, growing heavy with lust.
“What about this?”
Jasmine flattened her palm, running it down her tummy, grazing over her hipbones and then spreading her fingers in a V over her protruding clit and piercing. He’d never seen a bare pussy before. He liked it. All that clean, pink flesh exposed did something for him.
She tugged a few times on the ball before giving it a few twists that made her moan as her hips rolled forward. Tim licked his lips. He was desperate to use his teeth like that on her while lapping at her soft flesh with his tongue. Jesus, he’d eaten her once and already he’d become addicted to her taste.
“How do you like your first experience with a clit piercing?” She continued to twist.
“I love it.”
“I can see.” Her gaze settled on his hardening cock.
He didn’t need to look to know it stood at full attention. He could feel the flesh stretching, the blood heating and filling it to capacity.
Jasmine slipped a finger between her outer lips, rubbed a few moments and then slipped the long, slender digit into her tunnel. He groaned at the sight and then moaned when she pulled her slick, juice-covered finger out. He wanted to taste her sweetness on his tongue, damn near begged for it. He’d never begged for anything in his life.
She continued fucking herself, rocking her hips, teasing him with the scent and sight of her arousal. “I’ll let you taste if you do me a favor.”
“Anything,” he blurted out.
“I want to see you stroke yourself,” she told him, still pumping her finger in and out.
He’d never done that before, not in front of anyone. He’d never done a lot of things before tonight, why stop now? Hesitantly he wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked his hard flesh.
Jasmine moaned again. “That’s hot.”
It was fucking molten-lava hot as far as he was concerned. There they were, watching each other pleasure themselves. The harder he stroked his cock, the faster she finger-fucked her pussy.
“You promised me a taste,” he growled.
Jasmine dipped her middle finger in her wet tunnel knuckle-deep, did a few shallow pumps and then pulled out. She leaned forward, her heavy breasts jiggling with the movement. Folding the rest of her fingers, she stretched out her middle, slid it between his open lips and scraped it across his tongue.
Tim quickly closed him mouth and sucked, wrapping his tongue around to get every bit of honey he could find. God, a man could live off her taste. She slowly pulled her finger out, inched away from him and repositioned herself.
After turning her back on him, she bent forward until she rested on her hands and knees. “Don’t stop stroking,” she purred in a sexy, heated voice.
She spread her legs, giving the ultimate view of her firm, round ass, did a few backward lunges, hip wiggles and then reached around and slid her palm down one perfect cheek. His gaze fixed on her beautiful, glistening pussy peeking out. He wanted to take her like that, slip his cock between her juicy folds and drill deep inside her body.
Fighting the urge to bolt up and impale her, he gripped his cock tighter, tucked his free hand under his balls and tugged. They’d drawn up so tight they ached and he needed to relieve some pressure. Jasmine apparently liked the sight as she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes flared as her lips pursed into a perfect, seductive O.
“That’s it. Let me see how hot you are for me, Tim. It juices me up,” she said, caressing her ass.
“Keep it up and I’m going to bury my tongue in your juice.” Did he say that?
“You’ll get your chance, I promise. Patience.” With that, she slid her hand down between her ass cheeks, letting her middle finger slip through her crack.
His heart rate revved into overdrive as that talented finger slipped ever so slowly down and slid into her tight vagina. The hairs on his arms stood up seeing her pump in and out of her body. Her finger glistened, tempting him, calling to him to lick. He had to remind himself she was running the show and as painfully as his cock throbbed, he liked it.
“I like the way you eat me,” she said. “You’re very thorough.” Her ass moved back and forth in rhythm with her fingering. “You even found a sensitive spot I didn’t know I had.”
“Give me time and I’ll find another,” he growled, on the edge of madness now.
“Let’s see.” She crawled to the edge of the bed, got to her feet and crooked her finger at him.
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nbsp; Tim worked his way off the mattress, waiting to see what she had in mind. He wobbled as his brain spun. All his blood currently boiled in his cock. The thing stuck out from his body like a javelin pole. If he fell, something would break. As he struggled to keep upright she returned to the bed, sat with her back to him and then lay back with her head hanging off the side.
She reached out, wrapped her warm fist around his shaft and led him toward her. “Together this time.”
His brain might have been struggling with balance but it worked well enough to know what she wanted. Jasmine lifted her knees, spread them wide and gently tugged on his cock. He leaned forward, covering her body with his. Before he could touch her soft pussy with his lips, she engulfed his cock with her mouth.
Desperation returned with a vengeance. She took him as far as she could manage into her throat in this position. Her talented tongue slid over his shaft as she sucked. He had to work his hips to help pull back.
“You’re a lethal weapon,” he told her seconds before sealing his lips over her pussy.
Jasmine bucked, moaned and sent hot vibrations up his shaft. Once again where he wanted to be, Tim wasted little time coating his tongue with her luscious nectar. He let his chin lightly grind against her piecing as he buried his tongue inside her.
She bucked against him so he pinned her hips to the mattress with his hands. Probably not fair since his were thrusting his cock into her mouth. She didn’t protest so he didn’t change tactics.
With her hands gripping his thighs, he fucked her mouth as she rode his face. Wet heat and tight lips drove him mad but he focused on her pussy, drawing more delectable juice out. When her body bucked and her moaning interfered with her blowjob, Tim stood. Gazing down at her succulent body, he once again realized he must have done something right to be given this gift.
“I think I’m ready now,” Jasmine moaned as she sat up, leaned across the bed and grabbed the condom.
She tore open the pack with her teeth, tossed the foil packaging aside and turned. The smoldering look in her eyes promised another experience he would never forget. This night would go down in history for him. He could see it now. At eighty years old he’d be telling anyone who’d listen about the gorgeous woman who fucked his brains out one night.
Thoughts of the future evaporated as her hands rolled the latex down his cock. Jesus, her touch was lethal. Every muscle in his body clamped down like a vise.
“How would you like me?” she asked, grazing her fingertips up his bunched abs.
“Hands and knees.” He didn’t even have to think about it.
She took her position, tossed her hair over her shoulder and shot him a come and get it look. He went. The mattress gave under his knees. He gripped her hip with one hand and his shaft with the other. Jasmine cocked her ass up, at the same time pushing back. As soon as his head nudged against the slick opening of her tunnel, he knew all the control in the world wouldn’t do him any good.
Chapter Five
Digging his fingers into her curved hip, he pressed his head through her tight opening. He wished he could feel her soaked pussy but some things had to sacrificed. Instead he focused on how her delicate muscles gave as he gently surged forward. They clamped ferociously tight around every inch of him, making his head spin.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “That’s good.”
Inch by inch he made his way into her body. Sweat beaded over his flesh as she seemed to constrict further. Muscles rippled around his growing cock, forcing him to clench his teeth.
“More,” she cried out, bunching the bedspread in her hands.
If he thought her mouth felt sinful, this was off the charts. She was not a loose woman in any context. Her body hadn’t been used excessively, that was for sure, which meant she picked and chose her sexual partners with discriminating taste. Knowing that helped him regain his control a little. He would not disappoint her.
Finally he had himself buried balls-deep. He took a moment to enjoy the feel of her snug body and enjoy her out of control pulsing around him. He also needed to catch his breath. From here on out it would become frantic.
“Please, Tim. Fuck me. I can’t take it. You feel too damn good.”
“Easy,” he whispered, smoothing his hand up her spine.
“No, not easy. Hard, brutal. I’m on the edge here.”
He could tell by the frantic sound of her voice. Still, he spared a moment to run his tongue along the languid line of her back until he reached the nape of her neck. Jasmine arched, whimpered more and screwed her ass against him. The slight motion had him drawing in a ragged breath.
“Let me enjoy your body a moment,” he whispered, hunching over her body and cupping a dangling breast in his palm.
“Please.”
He shouldn’t have done it but unable to resist, he smoothed his hand down her tummy until he reached her clit. A few hard tugs on the silver ball made her strangle his cock. The engorged organ gave a hard throb in warning. Tim clenched, fighting the orgasm boiling in his balls. Okay, tease time was over.
He straightened, gripped her hips and pulled back. Jasmine panted desperately, muttering incoherent words. He was right there with her.
With all but his head removed, he surged forward, slamming into her body with such force she jolted forward. Her cry of pleasure and growled demand for more were met. Each pump of his hips encased him in a glory he never knew before. Her tight, hot, eager pussy squeezed until he couldn’t stand it. He had a choice. Either stop and regain his control or swing for the bleachers.
Tim came to an abrupt halt, dragging a growl of protest from her. She turned her head and glared at him over her shoulder. He’d never seen such wild, desperate eyes before.
“Tell me what you want, Jasmine.” God, he loved saying her name. Tim withdrew slightly and stopped.
“Pound my pussy,” she demanded in a rough voice. “Pound it so hard I can’t walk for a week, damn you. Make me come so hard I scream loud enough to wake the people on the tenth floor, and after I come, fuck me more.”
Well, okay then. He could do that. “Brace yourself, baby.” Tim pulled all the way out, nudged against her opening again and drove so hard he thought they’d both shoot across the bed onto the floor.
His hips worked like a piston, driving, drilling and fucking her sweet body. He glanced down, watching his cock slip in and out. Jasmine bathed the condom in thick, heavy syrup with each thrust.
“Yes,” she growled.
Somehow she tightened further. He knew she was there, all it would take is a little more and she’d plummet. Could he last through her orgasm? Only one way to find out. Tim reached under her, grabbed her little ball and twisted as he buried himself balls-deep inside her.
Jasmine’s body turned rigid. Her muscles clenched and then she pulsed around him as she screamed his name. Holy fuck, she actually screamed his name. No one had ever done that. It could have been the shock that helped stave off his orgasm or the need to continue fucking her but he didn’t come.
He pumped through her fisted muscles, gasped, snarled and choked his way through her, milking his cock, but he never exploded. His body poured sweat out, he shook his head and possibly bruised the tender flesh on her hips, but he held it together.
After her clawing at the bed and speaking in tongues died down, her body settled. The clenching of his cock withered away until she fell forward. He gave her a few moments, he needed them as well.
“That was incredible,” she whispered. “You didn’t come.”
“You said you wanted me to fuck you more,” he reminded her.
“And I know how to do it.” She separated their bodies.
Tim hated pulling from her, but when she instructed him to sit on the bed and then straddled his hips, he figured it was okay. Jasmine gripped his come-drenched, condom-covered cock and slid her hot little body down onto him. Oh fuck yes, now he could watch her breasts bounce.
“Ride me, Jasmine.”
She leaned back, br
aced herself and began with a slow ride. The look of her stretched out, her fleshy breasts jiggling and pussy devouring him took the sex to another level. She was still strangling his cock but she moved more easily over him now.
Tim reached between them, tapped her clit a few times and grinned when she tightened more. “You like that.”
“More.”
He tapped again, twisted her piercing a few times, rubbed and then tapped again. He knew she couldn’t come again so soon but she was building up to it. Jasmine picked up her pace, rode him like a bucking bronco and before he knew it, Tim was on the verge of exploding.
“Not sure I can wait for you,” he told her. Nope, it wasn’t going to happen. He’d pushed the limit. Her pussy had fucked him past reason and right into insanity.
“Then don’t.” Jasmine pushed him down to his back, continuing to ride him hard.
His hips thrust up to meet her and finally her body conquered him. His orgasm ripped out of his balls, blasted up through his cock and exploded. He arched his back, punched his head back into the mattress and howled.
No part of his body was left untouched by the pleasure. It burned, tingled, curled his toes and made him temporarily blind. Jasmine continued bouncing on him, drawing it out until he was sure he’d never have an ounce of come again.
He didn’t want it to end. He loved feeling this out of control, adrenaline rush of pleasure, but sadly, it withered. After a few moments of catching his breath, he forced his eyes open and found Jasmine sitting on top of him, fingering her clit. With nothing more to give, he ran his hands up her sides.
“Come here, baby. Sit on my face and I’ll give you what you need.”
Her excited grin melted his insides. She let his deflated cock slip from her body and positioned her pussy over his face. Tim gripped her hips and lowered her. Gentle wasn’t needed now. Jasmine wanted to come. He would give her a good orgasm.
His tongue speared inside her tunnel, pumped a few times and then he sucked her clit. She wiggled, swayed and did an erotic dance of lust on his face. He knew this would be the last time he got to taste her so he devoured soaked flesh, licked and ate until she squirmed, panting rapidly.