Page 29 of Without a Hitch
I growl. It’s a feral sound that echoes off the walls. “If you want it dirty, sweetheart, I’d better hear you. Every sound. Every thrust. Every slap. I want to hear your reaction. Do. You. Understand?” I punctuate each word with a deeper thrust than the time before.
“Yes. Yes. Please, yes!” she shouts. Her knuckles turn white as she clutches the bedding.
Leaning forward, I place a hand over her throat and pull her to me before running my thumb along her lips. “Suck it.” Pepper doesn’t hesitate. She pulls my thumb into her mouth and tongue-fucks it like she did my cock. It makes me impossibly harder. I allow her a few moments with my thumb, then yank it from her lips and gently lower her down to the bed.
“Take a deep breath.”
I wait for her chest to expand with air, then breach her ass with my thumb, slippery from her own saliva.
“Gah. Bl-Blaine. I. Ugh.”
Her legs shake, and her skin slicks with perspiration, but she doesn’t stop pushing back into me. In fact, she speeds up like she’s chasing her orgasm now, making me double down.
I pump in and out of her with my cock and thumb. Rotating my hips when I’m fully seated, I match the movements of my thumb. She comes in a violent torrent of screams and spasms that drag on for long minutes. But I don’t let up. As her spent body falls forward, so do I.
Pushing her legs together, I lift her just enough to get a pillow under her hips, and then I rut into her. I push and pillage and thrust until I’m out of breath, but I can’t stop. Keeping my hips against her ass, I grind into her so deeply that I hit the end of her.
Her moans begin again, and I slip a hand between her and the pillow. “You will come again for me before I explode.”
She shakes her head, but I lower my front to her back and pin her down so I can whisper hoarsely into her ear. “You can, and you will, darling. Then we’ll do it all over again. This will be a night you never forget.”
Or maybe I’m making sure this memory brands me.
“Blaine. Blaine. Blaine.” It’s a chorus, a love song, a prayer, and it’s intoxicating.
One hand speeds up on her clit, and the other bears down on her hip. I need to be deeper. I need to feel all of her.
“Do you know what you taste like, darling? How sweet you are? When you come this time, I’m going to roll you over and drink every drop of your arousal until you come again all over my face.”
“Fu-uck.” she groans, and I feel the fire at the base of my spine. I won’t hold out much longer.
“Did you like my tongue on your ass, baby? Would you let my cock fuck you there too? I’ll open you up with my tongue and my fingers. I’ll get you so wet you’ll think you’re swimming. Then I’ll ram into that virgin hole over and over again until you come so hard you forget to breathe. Is that…”
She comes with the force of the Royal Navy, and I clench my teeth as she shudders around me. When her tremors begin to subside, I pull out, rip off the condom and jerk off until my load coats her back and ass. Rope after creamy rope marks her as mine.
For the night. Mine for the night. But it’s a beautiful sight. As the last stream exits, I roll her over and find startled eyes staring back at me.
With a wicked smile, I make good on my promise. I torture her clit until she’s panting, pleading, and begging for mercy. I lick her until she coats my face, and her scent and taste are committed to memory. I lick her until my tongue rebels, and she passes out in my arms.
LOVE IN THE LOBBY
Hello, lovely readers,
How do we feel about one-night stands? For ages, it’s been a pseudo-acceptable pastime for men, so I’ll start by saying I’m not interested in your approval, hate, or condemnation. Cool? Good. Let’s dig in…
By definition, a one-night stand is not a relationship to build a future on. But what if…
What if you meet “the one” at, let’s say, a wedding, and one night of passion ruins you for all other men? What then?
Sigh. Sometimes, one night is all it will ever be.
This week’sLove in the Lobbytakes place at The Dorrety in San Francisco, California.
The Dorrety is a truly magnificent shell. I’m sad to say that it falls into the average category everywhere else. Could you have a perfectly acceptable wedding here? Absolutely. But why settle for acceptable when you can have extraordinary?
Let’s talk about weddings for a minute, shall we?
Nothing makes my rage-o-meter fly into orbit faster than someone intentionally trying to ruin a special day. Nothing.
