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Owen
Fucking Ellaagainst the door is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some crazy shit in my days. Hearing her agree to stay with me was one thing, but seeing her come undone under my touch? That was more than I could have imagined.
Still, I’m not even close to done with Ella. Before the sun rises, I’m going to have fucked her on every surface of this hotel room. I’m going to make sure my dick is branded on her pussy—that she won’t ever be able to forget me once she leaves this island.
I carry her from the door, and her head lolls against my neck, stray hairs tickling my face. I grab a fistful of them and bring her head back so I can see her face while we walk toward the couch.
Her lips are swollen from my demanding kisses, and I want them on my dick soon. Her green eyes are brighter than I’ve seen since we met, and there’s a delicious flush covering her cheeks and chest.
“I’m not even fucking close to done with you yet,” I rumble my previous thoughts roughly against her ear.
She trembles within my hands, and I finish carrying her the fifteen feet inside the room to the couch. My pants are sliding down my ass, but they stay up long enough that I can lay Ella on the sofa.
The silk material of her dress bunches around her hips, and I’m tempted to rip the fabric apart, but I hold back. I don’t want to ruin the dress. I want her to keep it so that anytime she sees the silk hanging in her closet, her legs shake and pussy clenches in longing at the memories that fucking dress evokes.
She makes these sexy noises, and her hips lift once she’s settled on the cushions, searching for release. I want to deny her. I want to make her beg for what I know only I can give her, but the succulent scent of her sweet center is like a siren whose call I can’t ignore.
I adjust my pants so they’re no longer falling down, then pull the condom from my cock that is still dripping from Ella’s explosive orgasm and more than halfway off already from the walk across the room. I have plenty more protection in the bedroom for when we need it.
Ella’s head tilts up. Her eyes are still bright, but there’s a sheen of concern covering them now. I’ve waited too long. She’s been able to think too much. I need to rectify the situation before she changes her mind and decides to leave.
My fingers gather the soft material of her dress and tighten until the fabric is bunched around her ribs. Using my other hand, I slide her underwear to the side just enough that I can see her glistening lips before pulling the thin black material down and out of my way.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful, Ella.”
She turns away from me as if she doesn’t believe my words.
I release my hold on her dress and move over the top of her, wishing I’d just pulled the condom back up rather than having removed the rubber. Instead of fucking some sense into her, I stare at her face until her delicate eyes meet mine.
“You are beautiful, Ella.”
There’s a shimmer of something in her eye. As much as I want to find out what happened in the past to make her believe she is anything other than perfect, I know that now is not the time.
Right now, Ella needs someone to worship her and make her forget all the bad things that have been happening. I’m more than thankful that I get to be the lucky bastard who fills that role.
I press my lips to hers, and she opens to me without hesitation. While my tongue fights for domination over her mouth, my right hand ventures south again. My fingers trail over the dips and curves of her body. First over the perfect mounds on her chest, pinching her still-hard nipples, then down her stomach, circling her belly button.
She flinches beneath me and bites my lips. This beautiful creature is needier than I realized.
My palm cups Ella’s pussy, and her back arches. I slip one finger inside her, then another. My mouth captures her moan, and the taste of the vodka she’d been drinking coats my tongue.
Her hips lift in time with the pace my fingers have set, but I don’t plan on finger-fucking her into her next orgasm. No, I want her to come all over my face while screaming my name.
I keep my hand pressed against her pussy and kiss my way down her neck. “Take this dress off,” I demand.
Ella’s hands are frenzied when she complies. Within seconds, she is in nothing more than her bra and the heels I purposely left on her.
I reach my free hand under her back and unclasp the bra. Her tits fall free from the contraption, and it’s tossed to the side by my teeth.
She’s clenching around my fingers still buried deep inside her. I know if I want her to come the way I envision, then I need to hurry up, but I can’t help taking my time.
My tongue swirls over her left nipple, and my teeth scrape at the beaded skin before I lap at it once more. I pay the same attention to her right tit, then drag my tongue over her stomach. The tip circles her belly button and moves to the side where I suck on the sensitive skin just beneath her hipbone.
“Mother fuck,” she mutters, then arcs up higher.
I pull her nearest leg up and nip at her inner thigh while I slowly withdraw my fingers from her soaking center. She whines in protest, but the sound only lasts a second, because as soon as my hand is out of the way, my mouth is covering her pussy.
The sweet taste is even better than it smells, and I have to remind myself not to come in my pants when my balls tighten. This moment isn’t about me. It’s about Ella and branding her with the memory of me and my dick.
