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Gripping the hilt of his erection, she stroked his shaft slowly and sighed. “I’d settle for steel hard cock in my pussy in about twelve seconds.”
“That can be arranged.”
He was only too happy to comply. Wisely, he had packed his condoms at the top of his luggage. In a blur, it was unpacked, removed from its wrapper and on his manhood ready to be delivered.
Hope climbed onto the bed, her pussy lips glistening in the half light of the room.
Xavier shook his head and said, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. The bed’s too good for the likes of us.”
“Is it? Do you have another suggestion? Whatever it is, make it quick.”
“Follow me,” he said heading back towards the doorway.
Hope looked puzzled, and when he dragged a chair over it only multiplied.
“What…?” she began. Then she got it.
Xavier turned the chair around to face the mirror. Moving slowly, he led her to stand between him and the chair. He ran his hand down her back and kissed her neck. His hands lowered and caressed her arse. Moving his lips to her ear, he gently kissed it as his hands travelled up her back again. He gave her ear a slight nip and received a sharp intake of breath in response.
Placing his hands on either side of her cool hips, he turned her to face the mirror, standing behind the chair.
Once he positioned himself behind her, they faced each other in the mirror, his hardness pressed against her glorious arse. How he loved her arse. Shapely and well proportioned. A woman’s arse, not the kind of skin and bone that skittered across catwalks. He slid his hands down and cupped a cheek in each hand, bending her over the chair back as he did.
Hope let loose a melodic moan. His hands moved around to her front and grasped her breasts. Between thumb and forefinger, Xavier tweaked both nipples. She writhed in ecstasy. Before she could say anything, he kissed her neck.
Christ, her skin was searing.
He grasped both her hands and placed her palms on each arm rest. In response, Hope poked her arse out.
Taking his hard cock in hand, he slowly guided it into her entrance. She was so wet. The moan she issued was primal. He reined in the very last threads of his self-control and took it slow. Hope closed her eyes and lowered her head in the bliss of the moment. Xavier tilted her head up and told her to look him in the eyes. He wanted her to see this.
Slowly his thrusts gathered pace. Gasping, Hope pushed against him. They fucked faster, his piston-like movements gaining speed and force, her blonde tresses thrashing. The two were in sync and screwing so hard the chair inched forward until it butted against the mirror. Hope grasped it harder. They screwed like rabbits, their sounds of pleasure becoming shouts.
After their extended foreplay, he was close but refused pleasure’s relief, not before Hope. He wanted to see it. Heneededto see her come.
He gathered a handful of her wig and tugged, pulling her head upwards. The pleasured gasp was exactly the reaction he’d been looking for.
Her gasps coming hard and fast, she bounced off him, her face set in singular determination. Xavier slid his hand around her to find her clitoris and slowed his movements. His middle finger fought against her wetness to keep the pace circling her enlarged clit. Her guttural sounds told him his efforts were appreciated.
From the depths of her came an almighty moan, and his cock felt her pussy shudder. She dropped her head.
Using his free hand, Xavier tilted her chin up once more. “Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t hide from me. I want to see you come.”
With his free hand, he yanked her wig to emphasise the point. He pulled again, harder this time, and the wig came off. Her natural hair tumbled down. He pounded harder, deeper.
Her wide-open mouth formed an O, and her beautiful face transformed as her orgasm hit. My God, how he loved that face. A few more thrusts were all it took. Hope came hard. As Xavier’s cock slid in and out, her stunning face was sweaty and strained, her forehead crinkled as she cried out in ecstasy. It was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.
While Hope’s orgasm still descended from its peak, Xavier recognised the familiar urges of his own. Grasping her hips, he kept up his thrusting. Less measured, he knew he was close, so fucking close.
Hope wiped stray raven hair from her eyes and focused, pushing against his straining cock. She gritted her teeth and groaned, “Come in me, Xavier. Fuck me.”
No stranger to swearing, he’d never heard anything so hot in his life as when those dirty words dripped from her mouth. Within seconds he let out a roar of his own as he filled the condom with one of the most blissful orgasms he’d known.
They both shuddered, panting and giving each other the best smiles they could muster given their exhaustion. Xavier kissed the back of her neck and lightly ran his fingers down her back. Reluctantly, he pulled out and disposed of the condom. Hope was still slumped over the chair.
Taking her hand, he guided her to the bed. They collapsed together in a tangled mess. He hoped no one was trying to sleep in the hotel, because he was pretty sure every one of them would have been woken by the noises emanating from their room.
Finally catching her breath, Hope pushed her damp hair out of her eyes and said, “That’s what I call a prize.”
