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Saona
The shower is running and so am I…to the window, back to the bed, and back to the window again. My skin is still buzzing from his touch and my nipples are painful rocks straining against my terrycloth robe. My feet keep trying to pull me toward the bathroom. I tiptoe past the bathroom door to the closet. I can see him in the mirror, his big hands lathering his torso in fast, efficient strokes.
Oh Jesus. Sweet, Divine Niño Jesús. What did I get myself into?
I didn't expect him to come here. I know I invited him, but I'm not his type. But he touched me like I could be. His hands tight on my ass and his teeth at my neck and…I bite my lip and hurry back to the other side.
I need to send him home. I don't owe David a damned thing, but this is not me. I don't invite strangers into my room to…
Fuck? ‘cause he's here to fuck you, Saona.
The flash of need is almost painful and the pulse is strong and vibrant between my legs. I back away until my ass plops on the bed.
He's here to fuck me.
What am I going to do? But no matter how many times I ask myself, the urgency grows and grows and my hand glides over my breast, sliding down my body and I know. My hand is not going to make it better. My body won't be sated with the circling attention of my own fingers and it shouldn't have to be. There's a big, hot and hard bartender here to take care of me. I just need to let him.Let him, please. A moan flies out from my lips.
"Don't start without me."
My head snaps up, the pulse back at my chest. He's naked except for the towel snugged around his hips. There are miles of chest, a long valley of torso, and the full paw of a black animal tattoo curling around his shoulder. It’s a stark but beautiful contrast on golden, tanned skin. He's a few feet away but his eyes are not on me. His gaze is fixed somewhere low on my body, where my hand is entrenched between my legs.
I make to yank it out but he starts walking toward me and I'm frozen with a hand on my crotch, my mouth wide open, and not a thought in sight but, “Fuck me.”Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Fuck me so good, until I black out.
He stands in front of me. "Bad girl. I want to be the one to do that."
I’ve never been called a bad girl before.But I could be a bad girl for him.My butt squirms on the bed. I fixate on his towel, on the way it clings to his hips and I want to see all of him. I hook my fingers where the ends meet, and I undo them.
His engorged cock springs toward me. The towel slips from my fingers in the same swift, almost violent manner as the breath flees my lungs. He's big, so big I shudder, imagining him sliding all the way in, stretching me until my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Is that real?"
He chuckles. "Suck it and find out."
I rear back at his crudeness and get ready to tell him he can go suck himself but there's a teasing gleam in his eye and a half smile playing about his lips. He’s taunting me like he knows I won’t do it. Because I don’t look like I would. I’m filled with the overwhelming need to prove him wrong…And you’re kinda dying to know what he tastes like.
I cup him, letting the tips of my fingers lightly trail over the seam between his balls and slide to the base of his dick. I grasp him firmly, letting that hot cock fill my palms. My gaze returns to his and he's no longer smiling. His mouth is hanging open and I want to gloat but instead I inch my face toward the tip.
"Saona, I was jok—" I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. “—fuck. God. Jesus.” He groans, and it emboldens me to tease him with the tip of my tongue and suck him. I pull back, letting his hums guide me, and suck him back into my mouth, placing my hands at his hips.
"Take me deeper." His voice is hoarse. His fingers dig a trail into my ponytail, pulling at the tie holding it up, trying to undo it.
I take him deeper and take my hands off his hips. He sucks in a loud, hissing breath and flexes toward my mouth, holding my chin in his hands. I undo my hair and let it fall down my shoulders.
"This is so fucking sexy."
My hands settle at his hips again and he lets go. I look up at him and he nods.
"It's your show, bad girl. Make it hot."
I'm already hot, way too hot for him. He brushes my hair back from my face and lets his hands slide down my shoulders. One hand sneaks inside my robe and he palms my breast, giving it a firm squeeze. He tastes so good and I feel powerful right now that I have him at my mercy this way.
He pinches my nipple and my ass grinds against the mattress and I suck him harder. His hips flex so fast, sending his cock to tap my throat, ripping off a guttural sound from me that bounces off the walls of the quiet room. He moans. My eyes water, and my hands fly to my throat. I’m more startled than anything but he pulls back and out of my mouth with a loud and startling pop.
"Sorry, are you okay?" His fingers skim my cheeks, his face way too close, like he’s really concerned.
I stare, open-mouthed, and savor his salty essence on my tongue. I lick my lips and nod.
