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Grabbing her shirt, I toss it to the floor. My hard body rubs against her soft one. I take her mouth, silencing her, my tongue going deep, my cock throbbing. My balls are tight, and I haven’t even entered her yet.
Rubbing my chest on her, I say, “Take your bra off.”
She looks at me as I lift her up, ready to impale her with my cock. She reaches behind and tosses her black bra to the floor, her nipples standing erect as if begging for me to fuck them. That can come later. I’ll slide my thick, hard cock between those full tits and come all over her, mark her mine forever.
When I lift her ass, she wraps her legs around me and I thrust into her slick, wet cunt—all moist and ready to fucking come already. Like a goddamn teenager, I have to breathe through my nose while I rut inside her. Her nails dig into my shoulder. The window supports us, allowing me to move her up and down on my dick.
“Open your eyes, Gia, and look down. Do they see you, baby?” I whisper in her ear. They can’t—we’re too high up, and even if they could see, they can’t see our faces.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, turning her head and gazing down below. Her head falls back and my mouth attacks her neck, biting and sucking, marking her in the most primal way.
“I’m going to come, Rhys,” she moans, grabbing hold of my neck as her body contracts.
“I’m going to…” Her eyes flutter. She whimpers in my mouth and her cunt pulses and contracts over and over on my cock. She cries out my name while I keep fucking her deep and hard.
“Watch me,” I snarl. Her eyes meet mine. “I’m gonna fill this cunt of mine up.” I thrust deep inside her tight, slick walls. My cock jerks as I let loose in gripping, pulsing, mind-blowing waves.
Euphoria. So intense I feel it all the way down to my toes.
“Fuck, it’s good with us,” I say. She’s almost limp. I hold her still, letting myself jerk out the last of my seed inside her. Slowly, I slide out of her.
“I can barely stand.” She places her hands on the window to steady herself.
Grinning, I lift her into my arms and kick the bedroom door open. “You’re tired. I’m exhausted.”
All the craziness of my world is gone. My head is surprisingly quiet as I slide into the large bed. She rolls to her side, and I pull the sheets over us, grabbing her tight so we can spoon.
“What are we doing?” she whispers.
With my eyes already closing, I tighten my arms around her. “Sleeping,” I say, inhaling her scent. It wraps around me, almost lulling me to sleep.
“It’s just us, Gia. Relax and sleep.”
GIA
Present – Twenty-five years old
London, England
“I have to use the bathroom.” I look around and see him grinning at me. His dark hair is wild, his tan, tattooed body almost glistening.
“Gia, come here.” He motions for me. I look around. We’re at the beach. He takes my hand as we walk to the ocean. It’s foamy, the water rolling up to my toes. I look at him and his eyes are like brown bourbon.
“Okay, go pee,” he says.
My eyes pop open. Holy shit, I really do need the bathroom. Thank God I didn’t listen to Rhys in my dream. I almost I giggle, which is absurd because I don’t giggle.
“Rhys,” I whisper, trying to escape his arms that seem to tighten as I move. Finally, I escape and make my way into the bathroom. This might be one of my favorite hotels. I stayed here a couple of years ago. Not in a suite like this, but everything in this hotel is gorgeous. I quickly use the facilities and wash my hands. Looking up at the mirror, I almost laugh. I look like Spot the dog. My mascara is a mess, and my makeup from earlier is probably all over the pillow.
I can’t remember sleeping that well in years. Turning the faucet, I attempt to fix my eyes. I’m probably delirious because I have zero to be happy about. I need to get out of here, run away as he likes to call it. But let’s be honest—he’s right. I do need to run… guard myself from the eventual pain that’s going to crash down on me.
I’m too old for this crap, and I promised myself I would not get into any more unhealthy relationships.
Rhys is not relationship material, but he is, without a doubt, the best fuck I’ve ever had. No matter what I say about him, Rhys Granger can fuck like no other. Maybe I should stick around a bit.
I run my hand down my neck, noticing the tiny bite marks. My core clenches. Christ, I’m like a junkie and he’s my crack. Would it be bad to stay in here all day and let him make me come numerous times?
