Page 34 of False Promises

Something broke in me. A restraint I’d been hesitant to let go of. Gone were my rational thoughts. Tonight was nothing like I expected it to be, and for once, I would act instead of battling with my reasons for ways to remove myself from a situation I hadn’t planned. From my jacket pocket, I fished my wallet and grabbed one of the condoms I kept in there.

“You want to get fucked? Then shut your mouth and spread your legs.”

Savannah’s lips stretched into a diabolical tilt.

Something dark shone in her eyes as she released me from the tightness of my pants.

Once I suited my dick up, I rammed into her from underneath, my hold on her hips firm and bruising.

The whole alphabet of sounds escaped her plump red lips.

“Harder,” she demanded as I plunged in and out of her with punishing strokes.

The car stopped, and we both stared at each other, breathless. Was my face as flushed as hers? For once, I was glad I hadn’t shaved my short stubble tonight and hoped it could provide some cover to my blazing cheeks.

I exhaled. “We better finish this upstairs.”

Savannah nodded as she pushed her sinful tits back inside her tight dress.

Now that I knew how they looked, tasted, and felt, I craved them all the more.

I couldn’t wait to drown myself in her mass of flesh. And enjoy her body for the rest of the night.

I removed the condom and stashed it in my pocket. After I promised Taylor to call him later so he could pick me up, I got down from the car and followed Savannah inside.

With our hands unable to let go of each other and our tongues entangled in a dirty tango, we made it to the room.

I’d fucked my share of women since Carter Hills Band got signed, released its first single, and soared to stardom when I was eighteen, but I’d never kissed a woman like this before. It was like she could swallow my tongue as she ravaged my mouth.

Would she feel just as good around my cock?

This wasn’t love or any other shit we saw in movies. This was pure, wicked lust.

The door to the room wasn’t even shut and Savannah was on her knees, freeing my cock and engulfing its length in her mouth. Every inch of it. The tip pushed against the back of her throat with every thrust of my hips.

I fisted her hair, setting the pace.

She sucked me, moaning and begging for more.

Sex had never felt this bestial before. We were two animals in heat, in search of wild and untamed pleasure.

When I tried to pull out, not wanting to come inside her mouth, Savannah pinched my ass cheeks and drew me in deeper. I wanted to last longer. To fuck her properly. To have her orgasm around my fingers. And my dick.

With both hands on her shoulders, I pushed her backward. “I won’t last—God. Shit, if you don’t slow down, I won’t be able to—” A groan left my mouth as I tilted my head back, closing my eyes, trying to avoid coming down her throat.

When I opened them, our gazes met, and she winked. She fucking winked. And increased the pace.

I was a goner. Nothing I could do would stop me from exploding inside her greedy mouth.

Another groan tumbled out as I came.

I tried to step back, but Savannah tightened her grip on my still-hardened length.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, cleaning every last drop of cum.

I blinked.

And swallowed hard.