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And I need to feel her tits on my chest. I pull her to me and she climbs on my knees like she can read my mind. I sink myself into her wet, decadent pussy and enjoy the heavenly ecstasy. I press on her back until she’s flush against me. Her nipples pebble at my chest. My teeth sink on her lower lip and her breathy sigh fans over my face.
Her hips circle and we both moan. I’m so hard and she’s so soft and the friction is fucking amazing. I tilt her back and she holds on tight, rocking her hips against mine. I want to fuck her slow but the way she’s bucking against me, she’s not going to stand for that. I don’t think I can either.
So, I give it to her hard, tilting her ass on my knees and dropping my head on her shoulder. She lets her head hang back to offer me her chest. I can read what she needs too. I flick my tongue over one nipple until she moans, and then suck it into my mouth. I suck hard until she’s clawing at my hair and her fingers are digging their way down my back.
She’s demanding, like the boss in the porn. Only Saona’s classy. The fragrance of her expensive soap clings to her skin and she’s delicate when she’s touching my dick.
“I’m—”
Her words turn into a loud moan and her pussy pulsates in a beautiful, violent beat and she falls back on the bed, still tilted with my dick inside her.
It’s so beautiful. So primal. Everything inside me smashes together, my whole body going numb and probably blind. Because my vision in tunneled around the beautiful woman impaled on my cock.How the fuck did I get this lucky?
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Saona
In college, I used to think it was gross to meet a guy and out of nowhere get naked, let him put his penis in you and never see him again.
And here I am. I propositioned the bartender and gave him my room number. I put Jax’s dick in my mouth and sucked him to the back of my throat the same night I met him. I let him fuck me twice and jump in the shower with me. Now, with my robe secured back in place and with those faded jeans covering his marvelous ass and shielding his mouth-watering cock from me, I should feel some kind of shame. Maybe a little disgusted with myself? What would my mother say about me? And shouldn’t there be some guilt because, even though David is a disgusting, cheating asshole, we are still not divorced?
Yet, there’s no guilt, no shame, no lecturing. There’s nothing but the humming of my satisfied body and the delightful soreness of a good pounding between my legs. The only taste in my mouth is my purple Listerine and Jax’s tongue. There is a little regret in the sense that it’s all over now. It’s been fun. An unpredictable ending to a crazy day.
“When do you come back?”
I pause with my skirt half folded. I’ve been packing as he gets dressed. My train leaves at seven in the morning and I can’t miss it.
“April. It’s my next quarterly visit.”
“Oh.” He shrugs the shirt over his shoulder, covering his beautiful torso, only letting the claws of his panther tattoo visible.
His gaze drifts to the bed. My phone is now in the middle, where I threw it after setting my alarm. He opens his mouth. Then closes it again.
I should make this easier for him and offer my number, but I want him to ask. I’m the one who invited him up here and initiated sex, but I’m still a girl. I still need to feel wanted and a little chased.
So, I wait and fold my shirt, bag my dirty underwear in a Ziploc and place it all inside the suitcase. I lay out my clothes and am about to be like for God’s sake just ask, when he clears his throat.
“Can I call you or text you some time?”
Play it cool. “Yeah.”
The smile spreads over his lips, stretching his face and I can’t help it, I smile back just as hard.
I give him the numbers and he calls my phone. I pick it up, access it and save him to my contacts. “What’s your last name?”
“Hamilton.”
“As in Alexander Hamilton?”
He sighs and gives me a tight, “Yes, exactly.”
Sore spot? “Not a fan of Hamilton, I take it?”
“It’s not that.” He drops himself on the bed to tie his shoes.
Okay, now I’m intrigued. “Then what? Did you like Aaron Burr better?”
His shoulders droop. “My mother was a big fan of Alexander Hamilton. She is also a history buff so she named me after her favorite presidents.”
