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Chapter 13
Saxton~
I’ve imagined being buried deep inside Hastings Martin lots of times, but never in a service restroom behind the kitchen at Drummond Markle’s place.
Never.
While I had no problem granting the girl her wish, fucking her in a restroom robbed me of most of the things that I wanted to do to her. Oh, she could easily drop to her knees and suck my dick, and I could easily spread her out on the counter and eat her pussy, but it wouldn’t be long before people started pounding on the door to get in. We didn’t have the time that I needed to savor her. It was going to be a quick, dirty, desperate fuck.
“Answer me,” I demanded when she just stood there. While I knew that she wanted me, I wanted to know how much she wanted me.
“Need your ego stroked?” she smirked.
“That’s the last thing I need stroked, baby.”
Grabbing her by her waist, I deposited her ass on the counter, then stepped in between her spread legs. She gasped when my hard dick pressed against her center, and I quickly slammed my lips down on hers, swallowing the needy sound.
With her face in my hands, and her fingers twisted in the sides of shirt, I was finally kissing Hastings Martin, and it was everything that I knew it would be. She tasted like mint with a hint of alcohol, and for whatever reason, I found it delicious.
Her whimpers were like music to my ears, and I kept swallowing them, taking them and making them mine. No matter what happened in here, I was taking her home with me and fucking her all night long. While I’d go to her place if she insisted, I didn’t need Kincaid to know what things sounded like when I was fucking a girl into oblivion.
We were close, but not that close.
Breaking off the kiss, I slid my hand underneath her dress, tired of waiting. When my fingers found her soaking fucking wet, I growled like a heathen. “Is that all for me?” Her pupils were wide with desire, and I knew it was. Still, I wanted to hear her say it. “Is your pussy wet for me, Hastings?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
With my fingers dancing through her wet folds, my other hand reached up and slipped her dress strap down her shoulder. The weight from the chained straps dragged the fabric down far enough that her tit popped out like I had hoped it would. Even though I could only see one, it was just as perfect as I had envisioned.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I rasped out. “I knew you would be.”
“Saxton,” she moaned.
Bending down, I took her nipple into my mouth as I finally slid two fingers inside her warm, tight, and soaked pussy. I wasn’t sure if it was instinct, programming, or if The Good Lord just knew what he was doing, but there was nothing like the feeling of a woman’s pussy wrapped around your fingers, tongue, or cock.
Hastings fingers slid through my hair, and she held on as I lavished her tit with attention and finger fucked her pussy. Her moans and slickness were like a mixed soundtrack to my ears, and the Neanderthal in me was going to make sure she was screaming the house down once I got inside her. Everyone outside this door was going to know that I was wrecking Hastings Martin. It’d be as good as tattooing my name on her forehead.
“Saxton, please…oh, God…”
“Cum on my fingers, then I’ll give you what you want,” I told her.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Grabbing her chin, I pulled off her tit before kissing her again. I wanted every piece of her first orgasm and that included her moans. Knowing just where to play at, my fingers were deep inside her, manipulating that little patch of paradise atop of her pussy. I really wanted her first orgasm to be on my face, but we could get to that later.
Soon, Hastings’ body was arching in eagerness. I was still kissing her, so her pleas were muffled sounds against my lips and tongue. When her orgasm ripped through her body, she pulled away and let out a shuttered cry. “Oh, God…Saxton…”
“That’s it, baby,” I muttered against her lips. “Cum for me.”
Her body was a trembling mess, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Again, this wasn’t how I envisioned my first time with Hastings, but I couldn’t find it in me to care anymore. Whatever had her making the decision to do this with me, right here and right now, I just didn’t fucking care.
“Take me out,” I demanded.
Hastings’ eyes went wide with eagerness, and her hands quickly went to the button and zipper of my pants. In record time, Hastings had my jeans and boxer briefs down around my thighs, my hard, warm, ready cock in her hands.
With her delicate hands trying their best to wrap around me, I knew that Hastings jerking my dick would be enough to make me cum like a boy with his first erection. I also knew that it was because it was Hastings. I’ve wanted this girl long enough to know that I wouldn’t be feeling this way with another girl. I wouldn’t because I’ve never wanted another girl the way that I wanted Hastings.
As Hastings worked my dick, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, then took out the condom that I always carried with me. While I didn’t fuck indiscriminately, I was still a red-blooded male. I was always ready for if the opportunity presented itself.
