Chapter Eight

It's like the cum surgingout of me is bone marrow. Every rope of it that spurts into the condom feels like lava, searing, thick, and coming from my very core.

What is it with this woman? I can't get enough of her moans, cries, and sighs. And when she begs, whimpering my name, I feel like a conqueror. I suspect it's because she's so stuck up and formal outside of this bed. There's something about knowing that I turned her into this needy and desperate mess that flatters my ego.

That's why the foreplay lasted so fucking long. I couldn't get enough of her supplications, of her sweet moans and cries, of the way she arched and writhed. In those moments, I owned the proper little Miss Kensington. But by the time I was balls deep into her, I was already too far gone.

Three minutes. Three fucking minutes. That has to be a new record for me, but not the good kind. With one last grunt, I pull out of her pulsing cunt and roll to the side.

Jesus fucking Christ. I knew it would be good, but this is something else.

Just as stunned as I am, she makes no move to cover herself, merely bringing her thighs together. She might be clueless and inexperienced, but she isn't shy, I'll give her that. That tells me she's been having sex, but not the fun kind like we just did. For three minutes.

Fuck. I have a reputation to uphold.

When I look to the side to gaze at her pretty profile, I find myself wondering again what makes her unique. I've never fucked anyone like her, that's for certain. Who comes to a one-night stand with a contract?

She's also authoritative and demanding, which I find oddly appealing. In other words, she's spicy. But I think it's her lack of experience that gets to me the most. It makes me want to reach out and show her everything she's been missing, show her how fucking fantastic sex can be when it's done right.

But also, I long to fucking ruin her for all other men. From this day forward, proper little Miss Kensington will think of me when she's lying alone in the dark. She'll remember how good I fucked her, and take out whatever toy she uses and fucks herself with me in her mind. Whenever another man's inside her, she'll wish he were me, so he can make her touch the sky and see stars like I did.

For that though, I'll need to last more than three pathetic minutes. I guess the good thing is that my boner isn't going anywhere. Or barely.

"So? How was that?" I ask, my voice a throaty mess. Fuck, I hope her answer won't completely crush my ego.

"I—I don't have the words. I couldn't understand why you'd do such a thing to yourself, but now, I don't get why more men don't have it done."

So, I wasn't so bad despite the premature ending. "A lot of them do. You just have to know where to look. I think half the patrons at The Devil's Court have some kind of genital piercing going on."

"What's that?"

"It's a bar in Brooklyn."

"It doesn't sound like a place I would frequent," she says, sounding a lot more conceited than she probably means to.

"It seems you like fucking men that do, though. And if you give me a second, I'll fuck you again," I say.

"I don't think I can."

I chuckle, amused by how spent she sounds. "We haven't even started, red. You'll be leaving this hotel with a severe limp once I'm done with you."

She tilts her face so her big blue eyes are on me, slightly widened with incredulity. "It was just supposed to be the one time. I wanted to know what it felt like."

"I haven't even fucked you the proper way."

"This wasn't the proper way?"

Oh, sweet, clueless red. "Not yet, no."

I can see that my words trigger some curiosity in her. She's in for a surprise. Not only will I last longer, but I'll also show her how the piercings were meant to be used. Because that wasn't it.

Eager to get on with it and change her world forever, I rid myself of the condom, tie a knot to contain the fuck load of cum in there, and reach out for another one. Shit, I only grabbed two condoms before leaving my place earlier. But I remember reloading my wallet after I emptied my emergency reserve with that blonde from The Devil's Court, meaning there are two more in there.

While I'm wrapping my cock in latex again, I decide I'll make it last this time. Four condoms don't quite seem like enough with her, but we'll make do.

Genevieve's a little surprised when I settle myself on top of her again, but she allows it without protest, spreading her perfect legs for me.

The fact that she's never had decent sex before is madness. It's as though her body was built for this. Her breasts are generous enough to fill my palms, her body is flexible, and she's incredibly receptive to my touch. Maybe she's been waiting her whole life for me to finally step in and give it all meaning.

Time to uphold my duties.

"Get on your hands and knees," I order, rising up so she has enough room to move. She doesn't comply for a few seconds, and I notice the reluctance in the look she gives me. "Please, tell me you've gotten your back blown out before, red."

"I don't like that one. It's degrading and humiliating."

All of a sudden, her lack of knowledge isn't as charming. Instead, I'm mad at whoever the fuck gave her the impression that doggy style is either of those things. I mean, it can be, but it most certainly doesn't have to.

"Not when I do it, love," I say. That isn't enough to sell it, so I move over her again and grab her hand to bring it to my cock. Her slim fingers instinctively wrap around me, and I make them glide up and down my length. "You liked having these inside you, didn't you?" A blush creeps on her cheekbones before she nods. "Then you'll love it that way, red. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

This time, she overcomes whatever bias she has and spins into action. My hands assist her as she arranges herself on her hands and knees on the mattress, and I take a moment to admire that side of her. Her arse is glorious, and the narrow dip of her waist gives it a heart-like shape. She has more freckles there, and like the rest of her, dark beauty marks are scattered in random places. If time allows, I'll explore them all with my lips and tongue later.

She's tense when I position myself behind her, so I decide something must be done before we proceed. Bending forward, I rasp into her ear, "You're fucking stunning." Then, my hand comes around her, dips between her legs, and I roll two fingertips over her swollen clit. When she shudders below me, I kiss the curve of her shoulder. "And so fucking receptive."

At the next roll, she instinctively presses back into me, into my cock that's settled between the creamy mounds of her bum. "We'll have to do this again someday, love," I say.

"We can't."

"Why?"

"This is just a one-time thing. We can't—Aah! We can't meet again."

I adjust myself so the tip of my cock is what's dragging onto her clit, and she lets out a raspy moan. "Are you not from New York?"

"Upper East Side, but that's not the point. I'm not interested in more."

Well, that stings a bit. But maybe because I'm not used to being the one on this end of things. I'm definitely interested in more of her, so I can thoroughly defile her in every way I can think of. I guess there's only one way to go about this: fuck her so good she'll change her mind.

I enter her without warning this time, ramming into her tight and wet pussy. We don't count. We don't go slow. But it's okay because she's more than ready for me. Her surprised cry goes straight to my balls, the pleasure in it impossible to miss.

"That's a shame," I say, straightening up behind her. "I was looking forward to fucking your arse one day."

She makes a reproachful sound, but I can feel the way her walls pulse around me. The Genevieve I met downstairs at the bar dislikes the idea, but the one in this bed is intrigued, curious to try. Those two sides of her are fun to explore and navigate. I've never met a woman quite like her before.

My theory is that she's been so brainwashed by her formal education that she's oblivious to her needs and desires. And despite what she might think, she has a lot of those. Maybe even more than average, if all this is any indication.

Adamant to educate her, I begin at a slow but implacable pace, showing her why we had to do it this way. The ribbed underside of my cock drags along her front wall with each thrust and retreat, causing a vibrating sensation that ripples all the way to her clit. If I had any doubt that this is the best way to fuck with my piercings, her reaction would dismiss it. She already forgot about not liking doggy style, pushing back into me, clutching the sheets as she makes the lewdest sounds. Her creamy, freckled bum slaps onto my hips in rhythm, and I grit my teeth, struggling to keep a lead on my own enjoyment.

She arches her back, giving me a splendid view of her puckered little arsehole, and I worry I might nut too soon again. Two condoms. That's all we have left. And then I'm done enjoying that sweet cunt of hers and her amazing body.

When I slow down for my own sake, she takes over and maintains the pace. My hands clutch her hips, but she's determined. "Slow down, red. You don't want to come again so soon, do you?"

"Yes, I do," she breathes out.

"What a demanding little thing you are. You want to come around my cock again?" She nods, and I regret not seeing her flushed, pleasure-distorted expression. I lower again, my thrusts sinuous as my front meets her back. "What would they say, down at the bar, if they could see you now?" I rasp into her ear. "You're not looking so proper now, are you?"

The question earns me a trembling whine, her walls spasmodically squeezing me. When my fingers wrap around her neck to force her to meet my eyes, I feel how much the gesture affects her. I won't apply any pressure because we didn't discuss this, but I love the sight of my rough hand on her delicate throat.

Her state of abandon is absolute, and I can hardly equate the woman below me with the one at the bar. I doubt she would recognize herself if she saw us right now, fucking like wild beasts. Her blue eyes are glassy, her face reddened, her lips swollen… She's the embodiment of lust, the most outrageously sexual thing I've ever seen. She looks like she's about to pass out, overwhelmed by too much pleasure.

"Do you want me to stop?" I pour into her ear, my words as harsh as my thrusts into her swollen pussy.

"No," she begs, the word vibrating against my palm.

"No? That's a consent-withdrawing word, Miss Kensington. I must stop at once."

"Aah! Fuck you."

"Fuck me? No, red, I'm fucking you. Fucking your tight cunt. You're so wet, love. Can you hear it?"

For a few seconds, we both focus on the noises. Past the slapping of our flesh and heavy breaths and moans, we can hear the moist sounds my dick makes every time it moves in and out of her. With my free hand, I reach around once more and give her clit a soft pinch.

That's all it takes. She comes, trembling, moaning, and clutching at the sheets, squeezing me so hard that I almost follow her again. But I ride through it with gritted teeth, shielding myself from the sensations of her, from her sounds, and from the fruity scent that emanates from her heated skin.

Her climax lasts for endless seconds, and it takes everything in me not to give in. Which is insane because I already came like a madman minutes ago. But she's so warm, and soft, and tight… Best pussy I've had in a while.

After one last moan, one last spasm, and one last squeeze, she turns limp in my hold, her eyelids heavy and her plump lips parted as she pants. My cock twitches, and I know the amount of precum gathered into the condom is embarrassing.

With a hand under her breasts, I gather her onto my chest and pull her in an upward position, half kneeling and half sitting on me, keeping her impaled on my dick. She's covered in a thin veil of sweat now, like me, and under my palm, I can feel her heart beating erratically.

"So, how was that, love?" Her head falls back onto my shoulder with a sigh, but she doesn't answer. "Was that good?" I insist.

"Yes."

"Was it degrading or humiliating?" This time, she shakes her head. "Good. Now, I'll make you come again, and I'll come with you. Do you think you can do that?"

She twists her neck to meet my eyes, the blue pearls of her irises filled with doubt and curiosity. I'm already wearing her out, but we've barely started. She'll learn a lot tonight. How high pleasure can go, how much I can give, and how much she can take. I'll push back her limits the whole night, one orgasm at a time.

"I want your cunt clenching around my cock, love. I want you to milk every last drop of my cum," I say. As if compelled, her pussy does exactly that, triggered by my naughty words. "Will you do that for me, red?"

"Yes," she breathes out.

"Good girl."

Unable to resist their tempting call any longer, I claim her lips again, dipping my tongue between her parted teeth. This makes her regain some autonomy, and her hand latches around my neck while we heavily make out. In unison, our hips begin moving again, and she rolls sinuously on top of me while I slowly thrust into her.

Already, I can feel the familiar tightening of my balls and know I'll have to fight with my life not to come before her. Fucking hell.

Who knew sex with an uptight lawyer from the Upper East Side would be so much fun?