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The doors slide open, and I place a hand at her back, guiding her to the penthouse suite I got for us. After opening the door for her, Sheila loses any interest in me for the time being, distracted by the sheer size of the room.
“You got us a room with a hot tub?” she asks seductively, doing little to hide her insinuations.
She approaches the round, well-sized hot tub near the patio, but I don’t give her much longer to admire it. I come up behind her and slide my hands low, around her waist, pulling her tightly to me. “Do you want the hot tub, or do you want me?” I ask against her neck, pressing my erection against her backside.
“Is that even a question?” she asks, voice breathy, as I walk her forward to pin her front against the back of the couch placed in front of a generously sized TV.
I yank the top of her dress down, freeing her tits and massaging them the way I remember she likes. She moans against me, and I feel my cock harden even more. Twisting her nipples in between my fingers, she lets out an even louder moan, and I move a hand to the small of her back, gently pressing her down, bending her over.
Pulling the back of her dress up, I expose her panty-less state. All bare skin and wetness for me.
“You’re not wasting any time today,” Sheila says, peering up at me over her shoulder.
“Do I ever?” I answer darkly, landing a hard slap on her ass, getting a sharp cry of pleasure from her. Sinking to my knees, I begin to eat her out from behind. She squeals, which melts into a moan as I grip onto her ass cheeks, leaving red marks behind. While I’m tongue deep behind her, I give her another slap, right on top of the previous mark.
Sheila tastes just like I remember, but I hate that eating her out only makes me wonder what Talia tastes like. I bet she tastes like honeydew, delectable and sweet.
With a growl, I rise to my feet, unfasten my belt, and unzip my pants. My fingers find their place inside Sheila, who’s still so dutifully bent over, waiting for me. She’s getting wetter by the second, her moans filling the space as I drag my fingers inside her, slow and torturous.
“Fuck, Kay,” she moans into the couch cushions. “Stop playing with me and just fuck me already.”
That brings a sardonic grin to my face. It pleases me to know I please my partner enough to make them beg before we’ve really even started.
Before I enter her, I drag the tip of my head along her entrance, a soft breath escaping my lips at her wetness.
“Don’t you want me to suck your cock, daddy?” Sheila looks at me over her shoulder again, fluttering her long lashes at me.
“Not today, sweetheart,” I say, and enter her.
That makes her shut up, her head falling forward to disappear in the luxurious couch cushions.
Grabbing onto her wrists, I pull her toward me, keeping her up against me as I begin nice and slow.
With one hand, I pin both her wrists behind her back, reaching forward to wrap her hair around my other hand. I like to see the faces of the people I fuck. Tilting her head to the side so I can see half her face, I watch as her pink lips form a perfect ‘O’, her eyes closed as I fuck her from behind.
Sheila’s moan is a little forced, a little too porn star for my taste, but the sounds of enjoyment only push me to thrust into her harder, relishing in the way she tightens around me.
I wonder how tight Talia is.
Releasing Sheila from my grip, I let my hands wander to her tits again, taking them in handfuls. She works to catch her breath as I twist her around, balancing her on the edge of the couch as I slide into her again, her legs wrapping tightly around me.
Head falling back, Sheila’s pleasure-induced expression returns. Eyes closing, her mouth falls open, and her face pinches up as I slam into her harder.
I wish she would look at me.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, feeling the familiar tightening in my lower core as I begin to approach the edge. Finding Sheila’s clit with my thumb, I begin a slow massage. She lets out a strained cry, rattled only by the impact of me slamming into her. She tightens around me as she approaches the edge with me. Within a few more thrusts, I’m tipping over the precipice, and she’s falling with me, our moans intermingling.
Once we both come down, I plant a hard kiss on her mouth and release her, letting her limp body drop backward onto the couch.
She lets out an intoxicated giggle and pulls herself up to rest her arms on the back of the couch. Her pout returns as she notices me refastening my pants. “Are you leaving already?”
“I’ve got stuff to do, sweetheart. But enjoy the amenities for the evening.” I shoot her a wink, and she shrugs, not hesitating to turn the massive TV on and head for the hot tub. I got the penthouse suite hoping she would take advantage of it. A night away from that shithole of a house might do her good.
I’m nothing if not a gentleman, I think, feeling the irony as I head back to Midnights, a certain woman still on my mind.
Chapter Six: Talia
Our bartenders are idiots.
