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“Fuck you, Anson,” she spits at me as she stomps off towards the stairwell.
Yeah, that definitely wasn’t the right thing to say. She’s just so infuriating. She makes me so angry. Yet so turned on at the same time.
FIVE
~ Kinsley ~
What a useless, arrogant asshole!
I stomp back to my room, filled with raging anger at Anson. Not only did he not fix the heating system, but he probably made it worse. Then he dares to make fun of the situation and call me a frigid bitch on top of it.
It’s been a while since I was as angry as I am now, and I’m on the verge of screaming as loud as I possibly can from frustration. Anson makes me so mad with his stupid smirk and his snarky remarks. And I hate that I’m stuck here for the night with him.
I can’t wait for it to be morning, so I can do my inspection and leave this place, and him, behind.
I growl in frustration as I open my hotel room door and slam it behind me after I enter. My hands are shaking, and I’m beside myself with anger. My mind is in a whirl, and I can’t even think straight.
Stepping into the bathroom, I turn on the shower, hoping there’s at least some hot water left for me. As the bathroom fills with steam, I let out a sigh of relief and peel off my clothes. There’s nothing like a hot shower to help ease my muscles and wash the stress away. Especially the stress caused by an arrogant asshole who thinks everything is a joke.
I stand under the hot water, the warmth cascading down my body, and I close my eyes. Much to my horror, Anson’s face fills my mind. The intense gaze of his brown eyes. The playful manner in which his mouth curls when he smirks. The way he smells and his mere presence.
My eyes shoot open, and I mutter incoherently to myself. “That son of a bitch. I can’t even go five minutes without him invading my thoughts.”
I close the water, grab a towel and wrap it around my body. The steam spills out into my room, raising the temperature inside a little bit. I rummage around in my suitcase for a clean pair of underwear and something warm to sleep in. Pretty soon, the heat in the room is going to disappear. And it’s not as though I can keep the hot water running the whole night.
Despite the shower being exactly what I needed to calm myself, I’m still a bit tense and angry. And even angrier at myself that I keep thinking about Anson. But the mere thought of him gets my blood pumping, and he gets me worked up in ways I never thought possible. I also can’t help myself from getting turned on by the anger I feel inside for him. It burns fiercer than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I let out a slow breath as I stand next to the bed. For a moment, I debate with myself about whether I should get rid of my frustration. But then, I can’t think of a better reason to get rid of my anger.
I loosen the towel, letting it drop to the floor, and climb onto the bed. Laying on my back, my knees bent and my feet firmly on the bed, I press my palms against my breasts and let out a slow, satisfied breath.
I close my eyes and imagine it’s Anson’s hands grabbing my tits, his warm breath against my neck. The thought of him being here with me fills me with both pleasure and anger. How dare he make me do this to myself when he’s the cause of this. He should be in here paying for it.
Letting go of my breast, I bring my hand up to my mouth and slowly lick my fingers until they’re covered in my spit. My hand moves down, between my legs, and a gasp expels from my mouth as I slowly rub my clit. A wave of desire washes over me, and all I can think about is Anson.
I imagine us arguing over something, and he calls me a bitch again. The fire inside me explodes from the anger and disdain I feel for him. To make him shut his arrogant and condescending mouth, my hand grips the back of his neck, my fingers raking through his dark hair. His eyes stare intently at me, wetting my pussy instantly. I unzip my skirt, which falls to my feet, revealing a sexy pair of crotchless lace panties. Lifting one leg, I place my foot on the desk beside me, giving Anson a perfect view of my pussy, ready and waiting for his mouth. I then pull his head down to my dripping wet pussy and hold it there.
That will shut him the fuck up.
A light smack against my clit makes me spread my legs a little wider. I rub my clit with my wet fingers, going faster as I imagine it’s Anson’s tongue licking where my fingers are and his sexy mouth sucking my clit. My lips part as the desire builds up inside me, and a desperate moan fills the air as I rub my clit faster until it becomes too much.
Moving my hand a little, I slide a finger into my pussy, already wet and ready. Slowly, I move it out, then back in, relishing the sensations I feel throughout my body. My nipples are hard and begging to be sucked on. With one hand, I pinch, pull, and roll one of my nipples with my fingers. Sliding my finger in and out of my pussy with my other hand, I imagine it’s Anson’s tongue roaming around, pleasuring me as I hold his head in place, my fingers entangled in his hair.
I can almost hear his moans as he tries to resist and break free from my grasp, but he doesn’t. Instead, he buries his tongue inside me, sucking and licking the pink flesh, eating the shit out of my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I pant, sliding my fingers out.
I press my palms against my nipples, the sensations of my hard nipples against my soft and wet hands creating a pleasure inside me I never knew. I suck on the fingers that were inside me, tasting my pleasure on my fingers, making me even hornier than before.
I open my legs wider, holding my knee with one hand, sliding two fingers deep inside my pussy. I bend my fingers, moving them upward, and I feel my fleshy g-spot. A loud moan escapes my throat as I rub it, fast and hard. My pussy tightens against my fingers, and a powerful orgasm rips through me.
But I don’t stop. I wouldn’t want Anson to stop, so I keep going.
Shoving my fingers deep inside my pussy, fast and hard, I roll my wrist to create an even more intense feeling inside me. I hear the juices of my orgasm as I finger fuck my pussy, hard, fast, and without surrender. I want him to fuck me like that with his tongue, fingers, and cock. I want him to pulverize me the way I’m pulverizing my pussy. I want to beg him to stop without him stopping.
I grab my breast with my free hand, my hips tilting upwards, my ass off the bed.
“Oh my god,” I moan, another orgasm tearing me to shreds.
My fingers slide out of my pussy, drenched by my juices, and I give her a playful smack. Returning to my clit, now swollen with pleasure and desire, I rub it fast and hard. It's sensitive as fuck, to the point where it hurts. But it only adds to the pleasure I’m feeling.
