Chapter 2

chapter

two

Graham

My fucking mouth is watering.

The wet spot on the front of her panties is a siren’s call to me. I want to bury my face there and breathe her in. I swipe my thumb across the damp spot and she arches off the table and moans. Her responsiveness is already addictive.

“Your body deserves to be worshipped,” I say. I run my hand down the center of her body; through the bra-covered cleavage of her big tits, across the softness of her belly. “But I realized I need to do one crucial thing before we truly get started.” I grip the fabric between her breasts and tug her back up.

Her blue eyes are wide and she stares up at my face. “What is it?”

“This.” I cradle her face, then brush my lips against hers. I intend for the kiss to be swift so I can move back between her luscious thighs. But when she sighs against my mouth, I need more. I slant my mouth and devour her, slicking my tongue against hers. She meets me taste for taste, breath for breath. Her hands snake around my neck and her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to her.

I want to eat her whole, then go back for seconds.

We make out like that, our bodies flush together, our lips and tongues in perfect rhythm. My erection gets even harder and it feels like my dick is going to drill through my jeans to get to her. I reach between our bodies to undo my belt and lower my zipper, giving my cock a little breathing room.

She moves her body, dragging me even closer to her. I feel the wet heat of her pussy through my boxers. Christ, this woman is going to kill me. She grinds herself on me as we continue to kiss. I grip her hips, loving the fullness of her in my hands. She’s perfectly plump and lush, the way a woman should be.

Her movements against me become more erratic and I’m pretty sure she’s about to make herself come. I just need to make sure she doesn’t make me come at the same time. I want to do that inside of her with her pussy gripping my dick.

I pull back from our kiss because I’m desperate to watch her. To see her blue eyes go hazy with lust. See the flush of arousal redden her creamy pale skin.

Her eyes meet mine. Her lips part.

“You rubbing yourself on my dick to make yourself come, sugar?” I ask.

She nods and whimpers.

“That’s it. Look at you working my cock like that. So fucking gorgeous.”

She gasps and then falls apart, her release drenching my boxers. I hold her through her climax, watching her body move through her pleasure. I know in that moment, one night with this woman will not satisfy my lust for her. But I also know, I don’t do anything but one-night stands, so I’ll have to make the most of it.

With that thought, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom I use here. It’s a standard owner’s suite with a California king bed and a luxury ensuite. Right now, though, I only care about that bed.

I drop her on the bed. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

I pull out of my own shirt, then kick off my jeans, removing everything but my boxers. They leave nothing to the imagination though, because with how wet they are with her juices, they’re clinging to every ridge and vein in my dick.

Before I pull off my boxers, I grab a condom from the nightstand table. When I look back to the bed, Liz’s full tits are on display, her pink nipples hard and begging for my mouth. She’s got one hand between her thighs and she’s pumping a finger in and out of her slick pussy.

I toss the condom pack on the bed and walk over to her. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking that finger and licking it clean of her essence.

“Fucking delicious.” I don’t waste any more time, I just spread her legs wider and lower my face to her cunt. I inhale her tangy scent, then lick her from slit to clit. “Legs up on my shoulders, I’m going to eat you until you are screaming my name.”

She doesn’t ask questions, just props her legs on me and dive in. I tongue fuck her because her taste is driving me wild. Then I move up to her clit, swirling my tongue around the hard little nub. I slide two fingers inside her hot channel and she’s already moaning.

Her fingers fork through my hair, her nails scraping across my scalp. A vision swims through my mind, one of me laying my head in her lap and her raking her nails on my head while we watch a movie. I don’t know where the fuck that even came from, so I concentrate on my efforts to make her scream my name.

I curl my fingers, brushing them against the front wall of her cunt.

“Graham, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

She doesn’t have to tell me not to stop. I don’t plan on it until she’s squirting in my mouth. I flick my tongue across her clit and then suck on it.

“Yes, oh damn, that’s it,” she moans. Her pelvis rocks against me as she chases her orgasm.

“Coming!” she squeals. “Graham!” Her nails dig into my scalp and she comes all over my face.

As soon as her climax subsides, I stand and point to the bed. “Grab the condom,” I instruct. I drop my boxers and kick them behind me. “Roll it on me and tell me what position you want.” She tears the wrapper open with her teeth, then slides the rubber down my dick.

“That’s a powerful tool you’ve got,” she says. “Are you sure you know how to use that.”

I chuckle. “I promised three ways to make you come. I’ve delivered two and you still question me?”

That makes her laugh. “I’m not particular about positions. I mean, I don’t have a favorite. And you seem to know what you’re doing.”

I cock my brow at her. “Admitting the truth, I see.”

“I just want you to fuck me. I feel so empty, Graham. Fill me up?”

“Yeah, sugar, I’ll fill you up.” I pull her so her ass is on the edge of the bed. I wrap one arm around her legs, pressing them against my chest. Then with my other hand, I notch my dick at her entrance. I slide inside her. “Goddamn, Liz, you’re fucking tight.”

I bottom out inside her, my balls slapping her ass. With her legs tight together, I’m impossibly deep.

I pump into her and her pussy feels like it was created, especially for my dick. She palms her tits, tugs at her hard nipples. And again, the thought of how this one night won’t be enough flits through my mind.

I pull out and tell her to turn over on her. Then I slide into her from behind. Maybe if I can’t see her gorgeous face, my stupid fucking brain will stop conjuring impossible scenarios. This is just about getting her off. About relishing her while she’s here. Just one night with her is all I get.

I grip her hips and slam into her, and she moans loudly.

“Yes, fuck me hard like that,” she says.

“Your pussy is perfect. So damn tight and wet. I can feel how soaked you are, even with the condom,” I tell her. “Can you come like this?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I would have told you no to the other two times too though, so what the hell do I know.”

“Again, sugar, you’ve been sleeping with the wrong men.”

“Evidently.”

“Am I hurting you? Is it too much?” I plead for her to say no because, frankly, at this point I don’t know if I can stop or even slow down.

“No, it’s perfect. God, your cock is enormous, and it feels amazing.”

I give her a light slap on her ass. “Fuck,” I groan. Our bodies slapping together and the mutual sounds of our moans fill the room, creating a primal soundtrack of need, lust, and pleasure. I just keep pounding into her.

“Graham, I think I’m going to come,” she says.

“Then do it, sugar. Come all over this fucking cock.” Two more pumps and she’s crying out and her cunt is squeezing me so tightly that I think I might go blind.

But I can’t hold off any longer. “Fuck, I’m coming too,” I growl. Then I lose myself inside her.