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“Thanks,” I sniffled and wiped my eyes.
“We can’t have the star of the show turning up tonight with runny makeup,” he said. “Here, you missed a spot. Let me.”
He took the handkerchief, and before I knew it, his strong, rough, big hand delicately held my chin, turning my face up toward the light.
There wasn’t another soul around, as he gently wiped my face, taking care not to be too rough.
He put the handkerchief down and looked into my eyes.
Without even thinking about it, I wrapped my hands around Alex’s strong torso, through his shirt I could feel his hard muscular frame against my arms. Instinctively, he grabbed me, and then I kissed him, knowing that it was wrong and wasn’t what I wanted. But it was what I needed: my whole body was crying out for help, for the sweet release of satisfaction I’d felt on the beach.
I slipped off his tie, and my hands frantically began to undo the buttons on his shirt while he kissed me deeply, his tongue and his mouth exploring mine. It felt like we were being pulled tighter and tighter together, the mess of lies and the ostentatious world around us spinning, as he picked me up and threw me down on the sofa.
In a moment, he’d slipped off my panties, knocking my shoes to the floor, and I raised my legs, while his hands gripped around my knees, graceful arches to the secret part of my womanhood. One of his hands slipped up my thigh and began to explore me, and I sighed, as his fingers delicately played with the strands of hair around my pussy, parting me. Alex covered me with his enormous body, pressing my hands down onto the soft material of the couch with his hand, and there, his eyes burning into mine like two fires, began to finger me as he kissed my neck, as his free hand explored my body, tightening here and there around my waist, my breasts.
I’d never needed anything so bad as this, as the total possessive lust which radiated together on the couch. My eyes were looking at his, at the sharp curves of his face, and up above, at the blue sky, which seemed to compliment his eyes so well. And as I did, I felt the pressure applied to my pussy part its lips, and before I knew it, Alex was stroking my clit in gentle, slow circles.
I felt the stimulation begin to unlock me, unlock my fearful heart, and as it did, my hands reached desperately to undo his trousers. I wanted his cock: he knew it, and so did I, but I couldn’t reach him like that, with his bare body, his open chest in front of me, and so my hands feebly pushed up against his chest. But Alex wouldn’t move, and somehow the embrace in which he held me kept me from getting up, from pushing him off and calling an end to this desperate, passionate tryst.
I felt myself growing wetter, getting reading to receive him, and through his pants, I felt his cock, enormous and already swelling in size out of a desire for me. It made me feel powerful like I was the master of him. I might be pinned underneath him on the couch, might have been shamefully giving into my desires in a place where anyone could walk in, but I didn’t care. I was in a mass of confused emotions when I finally began to feel the force of the pleasure his hand gave me. Strong and light, his muscles braced against me, and I felt his wrist curl against my thigh as his motions grew tighter, more focused, as one of his fingers rested at the outside of my pussy
“I want you inside of me,” I said, and Alex grunted with pleasure. I didn’t want him to know how much I needed him—some part of me, masochistic and reserved, would rather have not said anything, just let him take what he wanted. But it was impossible to think about it, as the pleasure spread in my legs and thighs.
But I knew what I wanted all the same, and so eventually I pushed him off me and undid his pants. There, in nothing but his shirt and the expensive watch around his wrist, I saw his beauty, the graceful curves of his abs, and his well-defended pecs, before he turned me around and bent me over the couch.
With one knee on the couch and the other on the floor, Alex pressed his enormous dick up against me, and I squirmed a little with anticipation before he ran one of his hands into my hair as the other guided his cock inside me.
A searing, wonderful sensation caused my knees to buckle, and I let my face fall onto one of the cushions, feeling like his plaything.
“You think you can have me once?” he grunted, as he began to thrust gently inside of me. “You’re mine, Lena, you’re nobody else’s. Don’t you know that?”
I nodded and whined in agreement, and cried out as he began to fuck me harder. For I knew it was true—knew that, since the day in the apartment when he’d taken me in the bedroom, I was his, only his, that no man could ever compare to Alex, that no man could ever satisfy me.
When he came at last, it was hot and warm, and I felt him flood me as I gasped, and rocked, my body shaking, until eventually his orgasm subsided, and I felt his hands running along my body appreciatively, still loving, still needed, even though I’d just offered myself up for such rough, quick use on the couch.
He pulled his cock out of me, and I collapsed, and for a little while, all I could hear were the plaintive sounds of the breeze. Gradually, I looked up, and when I did, he grasped and embraced me, kissing me.
“Come on,” he said. “Get dressed. We’ve got a party to go to.”
Chapter Twelve
Alex
FromthemomentIstepped into the party I had the strangest feeling. I’d had so much I was going to say to Lena after our passionate coupling by the pool, but for now, I couldn’t. All I could do was watch her, as we drifted further from one another among the crowd of people gathered in the hotel grounds, dressed in black tie.
There were more than a few reporters there, and I greeted them and got them drinks, explaining a little bit about our vision for the hotel.
“Luxury hotels are dropping off in recent years,” said one. “How are you going to cope in the marketplace?”
“We’ll do what we’ve always done,” I replied confidently. “Provide a high-quality service you can’t get anywhere else. Honolulu Hotels will continue to offer those excellent standards. We don’t follow the crowd, because that’s the kind of person we want to attract to our business.”
“Lena Chambers was a relatively unknown model before you signed her on the promotional campaign for the hotel,” said another. “How did you spot her?”
“Actually, Lena was working part-time as my PA before I asked her to do this project. The board happened to see some of her headshots and persuaded me to take her on board.”
“So, Lena wasn’t actually your find?”
“I like to think she was, in a way,” I said, my eyes scanning the crowd to see where she’d gone. I wanted to talk to Lena and explain that I never wanted this. That I found her irresistible. But there was no chance of it happening right now.
