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“Pill?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
I put her down and ripped off her shirt, tossed it aside, exposed perky tits to cold air. The room blurred around us, and I took one of her pink, taut nipples between my lips and suckled.
She lurched and swayed.
I was merciless. I plied her supple flesh with my teeth, all the while unzipping her jeans, removing them, reaching between her legs, ripping her cotton panties to one side. Her cunt was deliciously wet and warm, swollen, too, and I growled and straightened.
I slapped her ass with both hands, then lifted one of her legs and pinned it around my waist.
I walked her to the wall, as I’d done in the elevator, and pinned her against it. One of the paintings slid free on impact and crashed to the floor.
She gasped, but I silenced her with another kiss.
Hazel, what a fucking name. The name of a goddess. “Hazel,” I said, out loud. “Hold onto me.”
She did as I said. Complete obedience. My dick was so hard it fucking hurt.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please, please, Bain.”
Fuck yes. “Beg.”
“Please,” she cried and reached between us, grabbing for the base of my cock. “I need you.”
And it was true. I fucking needed her for god knew what reason.
I savaged her neck, then took my dick from her greedy hands and placed it at her entrance.
Hazel reached back and sought purchase on the wall, then grabbed the back of my jacket instead, tore at the fabric with her nails.
I buried myself in her in with one swift thrust, all the way to the hilt. I made to pull back, slide out and thrust again, but her pussy sucked me back in before I’d pulled an inch.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I pulled back hard, then thrust in just as deep again.
She cried out. Her head hit the wall and her tits bounced, caught in the glow of moonlight leaking through the floor-to-ceiling windows beside us.
“More, harder,” she said. “Please. I need it, Bain. I need you.”
My dick pulsed – so submissive, so precious, Christ – and I angled her exactly right, so that the base of my fat cock stroked her clit with each desperate thrust.
I pounded into her, again and again, and she jerked, swayed, moaned. We sucked in breaths, and I focused on her, only her, the parting of her lips, the slickness of her pussy, the sweat beading on her brow and the wildness of her gaze.
“Coming,” she howled. “Bain, I’m – I’m –”
She tightened around me, silken walls as thirsty for my cum as I was for hers. Hazel closed around my cock, released, and tightened up again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. Mine! I thrust in time to each beat of her orgasm and spilled inside her, lashed her sweet tender walls with my fluids. My mind fucking vanished. My body moved of its own accord, and I disappeared from the face of the planet, into a world that was just Hazel.
Hazel, Hazel, and more Hazel.
I have to have more of this.
Chapter 3
Hazel
Last night had been a dream, not a nightmare. Maybe a wet dream, ha, but a dream nevertheless.
Sex in a penthouse suite with a mystery stripper. Perhaps, the whole troupe of them – was that what strippers were called in a group? – had rented out the place together.
It didn’t matter. I glowed.
I strolled down the white sand beach, just underneath the line of trees that rimmed it, camera in hand. The wedding party was ahead, bridesmaids and groomsmen gathered, wearing jeans and t-shirts – with the wedding set for tonight; everyone was in high spirits.
God damn it, I am too.
This was the last thing I’d expected.
Jacob had dragged my heart through hot lava. He’d stomped on it right after.
But last night, the mystery stripper, Bain – man, what a name – had erased thoughts of that from my mind. He’d scoured Jacob right out and replaced all the pain with ecstasy.
I’m not this person. I don’t have one-night stands.
I snapped a few pictures, not really focusing on what was in the viewfinder of my Canon but swinging it left and right, just clicking the button at the trees, the ocean, the folks on the beach, the resort hotel that reared in the background, a white-gold palace.
For the longest time, all I’d wanted was to be loved, as pathetic as that seemed. I’d longed for something stable. A guy who’d love me for me. I’d thought that I’d had that with Jacob. Boy, had I been wrong.
“Maybe, that was what I needed,” I whispered, to myself and lowered the camera. “Just one night to –”
Footsteps swished through the sands behind me, and I quit talking to myself like a crazy person.
My heart skipped a beat. What if it was him? Bain. Don’t be ridiculous. It was one night, and he probably doesn’t want to see you again. But still, hope unfolded in my chest.
