4. Ford

God, seeing her crawling… It did something to me.

She looked perfect, like a fucking angel as she slunk across the floor on all fours. She looked like my angel, and I want nothing more than to see my angel beg for mercy.

"Show me how much of a good girl you are and suck my cock, Tessa."

She doesn't miss a beat. She wraps her tongue around the head, drawing me into her mouth as she slowly works her way down, taking me inch by inch. It's almost painful having to hold back because all I want to do right now is sweep her hair into my fist and fuck her mouth until that pretty makeup she's wearing makes streaks down her face.

Almost like she can tell what I'm thinking, she peers up at me, letting my cock drop from her lips.

"Please," she begs in a whisper.

"Please what?"

"Use me."

"You want more?"

She nods, then remembers to use her words. "Yes, sir."

Her plea is like music to my fucking ears, a symphony only I can hear. I could listen to it all day.

I rise to my feet, letting my pants fall to my ankles, then gather her long hair in my hands. It's soft and smells like honey. I want to bury my face in it, but more than that, I want to hold on to it as I fuck her senseless.

"If you need me to stop, tell me. Three squeezes to my right leg. Understood?"

"Yes."

I lift my brow, and she wiggles back and forth, almost like the hard look I'm giving her is making her squirm in all the best ways.

"Yes, sir."

"Relax your mouth, Little Red."

She slackens her jaw, and I slide my cock back into her warmth.

And fuck me, she takes me with ease, like she was always meant for this moment right here.

I slide in and out with patience, letting her adjust to all of me. I slide in deeper and deeper until I can't anymore. There's still another inch or two that doesn't fit, but it doesn't matter. She's perfect. This is perfect.

"Your mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?"

She nods then swallows around me.

"Fucking hell," I mutter. "Do that again."

She does, and I love it more than the first time. It's all it takes to set me off, and I feed my cock down her throat.

And she takes it. She takes all of it. Even when she gags around me, she doesn't tap out. If anything, I think she wants more.

Her eyes fill with tears, and that makeup she's wearing begins to run down her face. It's beautiful. She's beautiful.

"You look incredible stretched around me, Little Red."

Her eyes spark with fire at my words, loving my praise.

I'm close. Too fucking close. I don't want this to be over yet.

I slow my movements, lazily dragging my cock over her tongue as she works to catch her breath.

"I want to come down your throat so badly," I tell her, watching her lavish me. "But not now. Later. Right now, I want to taste that pretty cunt of yours on my tongue until you make a mess all over my face."

She nods, and I pull my cock free from her mouth. She gulps air in, her chest heaving with the respite.

I slip my finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. "After I've had my fill eating your cunt, I'm going to press you against this window and let the entire city know you belong to me tonight. Got it?"

She rolls her tongue over her swollen lips. "I belong to you tonight."

"That's my girl. Now, up."

She rises to her feet, and I move her where I want her, sitting on the chair with her legs spread wide. She looks gorgeous sitting there, her hair a wild mess from my hands, her pink cunt on display. There's a tuft of red hair on her mound, which drives me wild.

I kick my pants off then remove my shirt, tossing it I don't even know where. It doesn't matter. All that matters right now is getting my mouth on her.

And that's what I do. I drag my tongue over her pussy and nearly sigh with relief when I taste her on my tongue.

Bliss. Pure fucking bliss. That's what she tastes like.

Tessa cries out in delight when I plunge my tongue inside, fucking her with it and giving her a preview of what's to come later. I slide my tongue over every inch of her pussy, loving the noises she makes while I take my time worshipping her. Then, when she tries to run her fingers through my hair, I stop.

She whimpers, and I laugh.

"Hands on the armrests, Little Red."

Her bottom lip juts out, but she listens. I like that she listens.

I return to the meal spread out before me, slowly running my tongue over her sweet cunt until she's wiggling her hips for more.

She's not going to get it. I enjoy torturing her too much. I could do it forever. Hell, I want to do it forever. She tastes that good. She's that damn responsive to me. I'm loving this as much as she is.

I have no idea how long I eat her or how many times she silently begs me for more, but it's long enough that her entire body is shaking from needing a release.

Only then do I relent and give her what she wants. I close my lips around her clit and suck.

"Ford!" she cries out when she comes not even five seconds later.

She tries to slam her legs together, but I don't let her, holding her open while I ride out every wave hitting her.

I'm proud that she doesn't move her hands once.

When I've wrung out every last shudder, I reluctantly drag my mouth away and up her body, kissing her mound and stomach, tracing a path directly to her tits, which I haven't yet had the chance to pay attention to properly. She jumps at the contact when I close my mouth around one of her puckered nipples, but her surprise soon becomes a moan as I suck and nip at her until she's arching into me for more.

I pull away, taking a moment to admire her.

She's gorgeous. Absolutely fucking breathtaking.

I need to be inside of her.

Now.

The urge is overwhelming, and I reach into the pocket of my discarded pants, plucking out a condom. I rise to my feet and cover myself with the rubber then drag her off the chair and move her to the window as promised.

She's so lost in her post-orgasm high that she lets me shift her around without any fight, and at this point, I'm willing to wager she'd let me do anything to her.

"Hands on the window, Little Red."

She presses her palms against the glass, and I kick her legs apart, loving how her ass automatically pushes out for me.

There's no preamble. No sweet-talking. Nothing.

I slide home, burying my cock inside of her.

"Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ford."

"That's right, Little Red. Say my name."

"Ford." It comes out a whisper—a plea.

I love it, love the way it sounds dropping off her lips. I love the way her tits bounce in the reflection of us. I love that someone in the building across the street is probably watching us, maybe multiple someones. I love that she's so fucking pliant, that she's all mine tonight.

The thought spurs me on, and I give her everything I have, pounding into her like it's my last chance to ever have her, even though I know we have all night, and I intend to make good use of it.

I can feel my orgasm approaching and want to come so badly, but I want Tessa to come even more.

I reach around her, pressing two fingers against her clit. "Can you give me one more orgasm?"

She shakes her head. "No."

"What was that?"

She tosses her head back with a groan when I halt my movements.

"Yes," she rushes out. "Yes."

"That's what I thought."

I rub short circles over her, gradually picking up my pace until I'm rutting into her without restraint. The only sounds in the room are our skin slapping together and her moans as I rail into her and she comes on my cock.

"Your pussy squeezes me so well," I mutter in her ear. "Made for me like it's mine."

"Yes. Yours."

"Say it again."

"Your pussy, Ford. All yours."

"Damn right it is."

I slam into her, and she lets out one last loud yelp as I pull out, yanking the condom off and jerking myself until I'm spilling all over her back, branding her as mine.

Her legs finally give out, and I catch her around the waist before she can fall to the floor. I tug her against me, not caring about the mess I'm creating, just wanting to care for her.

I drag her across the hotel room and straight to the bathroom. I lift her and deposit her on the counter then I turn on the water.

I drop to my knees once again and undo her strappy heels, taking them off and setting them aside. She watches me the entire time, not saying a word. She's too tired. Her eyes are heavy, like she can barely keep them open, and a sheen of sweat is covering her body. Her makeup is a mess, her hair even messier, but she still looks fucking edible.

When the water is ready, I drag us both into the stall. She sighs when the hot water rushes over her but doesn't say anything.

I take my time cleaning her up, lathering my hands with the shampoo, and cleaning her hair. I soap up a rag then rub it over her entire body, taking my time between her legs, making sure to be extra gentle.

When I'm finished, I quickly clean myself then shut off the water. I towel us both off, sweep her into my arms, and carry her to bed. When we're tucked under the blanket, I pull her to my side, plastering her against me.

"Ford…" she says quietly.

"Yes, Little Red?"

"That was better than my books."

I laugh, pressing a kiss to her head. "I'm glad. Now sleep. I have more plans for you later."