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I grip his hair and arch my back. He takes the hint and moves down to kiss and bite my breasts. “That goes both ways,” I gasp. “Every chance you get, you’ll be slipping your hand up my skirt. Fucking me with your hand over my mouth so he can’t hear.” I clench around his cock, and we both moan.
“Can’t get enough.” He sucks hard on one nipple and then moves to the other. “Can’t marry him, baby girl. I’ll be up in the bridal suite, playing with this pussy, sending you to the altar all filled with my cum.”
“Oh fuck.” I orgasm so hard, my toes curl, and my muscles spasm.
He doesn’t stop fucking me, doesn’t stop murmuring filthy, unforgivable things against my skin. “Maybe I’ll book a nice little vacation at the same place you honeymoon.” He bites the underside of my left breast. “After he passes out, you can come to my room, and I’ll fuck you hard and dirty just like you need. Give it to you better than he ever will.”
It’ll never happen. There is no way I’m marrying Brad. Our relationship won’t last past this trip, wouldn’t have lasted the first few months after we move to different states, but the fantasy? Oh, yeah, I like the fantasy a lot.
Mr. Jones pulls out of me and flips me roughly onto my stomach, lifting my hips and spearing me with his cock. “It’s getting late.” He slows down, settling against my back and sliding one hand down to play with my pussy while he brackets my throat with the other. “We should stop.” He bends me back a little and kisses me. “You should get dressed and go get back into bed with him before he realizes something’s going on.”
“Not yet.” I moan, arching back as much as I’m able to. “Keep touching me. Keep fucking me.”
He buries his face against the side of my throat and delivers a series of harsh thrusts even as his fingers stay teasing on my clit. “Greedy little slut. You want my cum before you go, don’t you?”
“Yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Please fill me up.”
He picks up his pace. “That going to be enough for you, little girl?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
He holds me down as he fucks me hard enough to draw desperate cries from my throat. I try to be quiet. I do. It’s too good, though. When Mr. Jones cums, he drives me right over the edge with him. He rolls us onto our sides, his cock still inside me.
He was right.
It’s not enough.
I shiver and shake, working myself on his half-hard cock. “Why does it still feel so good? That should be enough. I should be done with you.”
He pulls me close and starts playing with my pussy again. Spreading me and teasing my folds with his fingers. “Jesus, I’m already getting hard again.” He pumps into me slowly, even as his voice takes on a cautious edge. “Baby girl, the sun is coming up.”
“I know.” I move away, but only long enough to push him onto his back and straddle his hips. “I just… I can’t stop.” I roll my hips, rubbing my pussy along his length. “Please. Please, Daddy. Just fuck me a little more.” I take his hand and press them to my breasts. “He’s never up before noon. He’ll never know.”
He drinks in the sight of me, and lust overtakes logic. “Greedy girl.” He hooks my neck and hauls me down for a kiss. Then his cock is there, blessedly there, at my entrance. I slide onto him easily and rise to ride him. It feels so fucking good; I’m on the edge of coming again already. Mr. Jones stares at my pussy. “Look at how messy you are. How fucking greedy. You don’t care about getting caught, do you?”
“No.” It’s a lie, but it spurs my need higher. I lift my arms over my head, putting on a show for him as I roll my body. “I need your cock too bad, Daddy. You give it to me so much better than he does. Hit so deep.” My orgasm starts to roll through me, and he catches my hips when my rhythm falters, forcing me to keep going. “You fuck me so much better than Brad does. I cum so much harder with you. Oh, fuck.”
Mr. Jones rolls us, and then he’s fucking me with a ferocity that he’s never shown before. It’s like he’s finally, truly off his leash, and he drives into me just shy of brutally. “This is what you need, isn’t it? To be fucked like a little slut.”
“Yes,” I moan.
He pulls out and jacks his giant cock, cumming all over my breasts and then my pussy. Mr. Jones stares at the mess he made with eyes gone molten. “Look at you.” His voice goes soft and deep. “Neveah, I just need….” He moves down, and then his mouth is on my pussy. I whimper at how filthy it is for him to go down on me after he came. He sucks on my folds and licks my clit in a frenzy, and I dig my fingers into his hair, lifting my hips to riding his mouth.
