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Why the fuck it seem like most of the broads with the killer pussy are fuckin’ psycho-ass whack-jobs?!
Marika sighs. “Let’s hope not.”
TWENTY-NINE
Marika
“Your pussy tasted so sweet on my tongue…”
That’s what that crazy-bitch had said to me as I drained my wineglass.
Okay, so maybe I should’ve listened to my gut and gone straight up to my suite, instead of going to the Ultra Lounge here at the hotel. But I didn’t. Instead I found myself sitting in a leather chair with my third drink in my hand and a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean, talking to Ramona, or Marisol, or whoever she is—who, admittedly, is a beautiful woman.
But I noticed something about her. Something odd. The more she drank, the more vacant her eyes looked. Glazed. Empty.
The compliment had caught me totally by surprise when she leaned forward and said it. Although she’d been discreet in her revelation, it still made me feel uncomfortable just the same.
“The three of us were so good together…”
“We were simply enjoying each other’s company.”
“Oh, stop. Don’t play coy, mami. We did more than just enjoy each other’s company. We enraptured each other. Now that I enjoyed. Being ravished. Being fucked savagely. And would you like to know what I enjoyed most? I enjoyed riding your pretty face, feeling your tongue wedged between my pussy lips…”
“Please. Let’s not have this discussion here.”
“That night is all I’ve been thinking about. And that husband of yours, I can’t get his naked body out of my head. All of that long dick. All of that masculine beauty on display for the both of us to savor…”
That remark was my cue to get up and leave. I glanced at the time. Then graciously stood and excused myself to head up to my suite, but not before she’d gotten the chance to growl out her last words: “That night in that hotel room, my pussy was his. But this tight ass was all yours…”
I blink, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I remove my diamond choker and earrings, then placing them inside the safe.
I don’t believe this mess.
I swallow, hard. Step out of my clothes. Remove my bra and panties. Then saunter into the bathroom and step into the bath, easing down into the steaming water.
I think to go back out into the bedroom and retrieve my phone from my purse. To call Marcel and share with him what transpired up in the lounge, but I decide against it. The scented bath is relaxing. The hot water surrounding me is soothing. I can feel it slowly melting my tension away.
I lay my head back against the headrest, and close my eyes, inhaling deeply. Marcel’s naked body comes into view. His strong hands cupping my ass, kneading my flesh, parting and spreading my ass, pausing as the head of his dick touches my open slit, then stretches me around his width, his thickness, as he pushes inward.
My arms pinned over my head, my legs stretched wide, I imagine Marcel digging his thick fingers into my waist, then slipping down to my hips, pulling me into him, onto the length of him and him fucking me gently, pulling out to the head only to ease his way back in. The wetter I grow, the easier he glides in, the welcoming warmth of my pussy engulfing him.
I sink further down into the tub, reveling in the sensation. Submerged in bubbles, my breasts bobbing in the water, I can feel how slick my pussy is. And I haven’t even touched myself…yet.
All I can feel is Marcel; him inside of me, him fucking into me, taunting my cunt, flinging me perilously closer to an orgasm. Slowly, I trail my palms over my breasts, lightly pulling at my nipples, twisting them. They immediately pucker, sending a delicious shiver through me.
“Oooh,” I moan, grinding my ass into the bottom of the tub, feeling the heat of the water as it sloshes up against my pussy, licking into my clit. “Aah, yes…”
My hands travel over my belly, over my waist, then along my inner thighs. I imagine Marcel’s lips against my flesh, against my weeping pussy, as I glide my forefinger over my lips, pulling them open. My free hand traces over my clit, finding it swollen and sensitive. It pulses and aches.
I suck in warm air. Gasp. Exquisite tension simmers between my legs. I pinch my clit, setting my whole body on fire. When I sink my fingers into my cunt, my entire body spasms. My toes open and close, grasping bubbles between them.
I moan softly, easing my fingers from my pussy.
And then…
There’s a knock at the door. I barely hear it. It’s a light rapping, at first, and I have to strain to be sure. The knocking continues. Becomes more incessant.
What the hell?
