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long enough to brace her before surging deep inside. We both moan, our breaths intermingling. Her

walls clamp down around my shaft, and I have to bite back a curse.

Pulling out, I rest my forehead against hers, and slide in again, filling her up. I drink in her soft

moans as I rock back and forth, gliding in and out of her exquisite heat. I want to consume her, to make

her a part of me, so much more than just the meeting of flesh.

I ease my hand around the back of her head and pull her forward as I lean in, once more brushing

my lips against hers as I demand she open up to me. When she does, I force my tongue inside, fucking

her mouth the same way I fuck her body—slowly, passionately, forcefully.

Her body shudders in my arms as I continue to drive forward, desperate to feel her come so I can

find my release. Even though I threatened to hold back, I know I’ll make sure she comes several times

before the night is out.

My fingers clench and release, gripping her body as my balls tighten up even more, sending

shards of pleasure through me as her cries get louder. Lila arches against the door, her pussy

squeezing me in waves as her orgasm finally washes over her. Groaning against her lips, I surge into

her once more before holding her flush against me as my cum shoots into the condom.

Her core ripples around me, sending aftershocks zinging through my body. For the first time in a

while, I actually see stars behind my eyes. Keeping her cradled against me, I navigate the various

spaces and sitting areas, pausing for a moment as I contemplate the piano, but there’s no way I can

risk ruining such a beautiful piece.

When we finally get to the bed, I pull out of her, letting her whimpers of longing brush against my

skin like a soft caress. Looking down at her, I grin, noting her hooded gaze and the raw need etched

into her face. Brushing another quick kiss over her perfect lips, I reach over to the phone and dial

room service.

“Park Hyatt Washington, Alice speaking. How may I assist you?”

“Yes, Alice,” I say, keeping my gaze leveled at Lila. “I want your finest champagne brought up on

ice and some vanilla ice cream. No, scratch that. Not vanilla. I’m definitely not a vanilla person.

Make it chocolate.”

“I understand, sir. I’ll have it brought up in about twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.”

Stepping into the bathroom, I make quick work of my condom and return to where Lila lies on the