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“Mmm, you like that, baby?” Keeping his lips in place, he
peered up at her with a hopeful gleam in his eyes and slipped his finger inside
her.

Then, he stopped moving. She tried to buck against him, but
he held her firmly in place with his hands and thighs, biting down once more on
her wired nipple. She wanted to purr with pleasure and scream with frustration
as she pushed her breast firm to his mouth, needing to be utterly consumed by
him. When his hand finally moved she exhaled a deep sigh of relief. Sublime
ecstasy rushed through her veins—tingles in her pussy, flutters in her stomach.
His fingers were slow but thorough, pressing and massaging her inner walls. He
seemed to know just where to stimulate her.

He raised his hips and she quickly swept her hands down his
chiseled stomach to unbutton his jeans, fearful he’d try to remove them himself
and stop his ministrations. With hurried fingers, she unzipped his fly and
pushed the worn denim down his thighs, her feet picking up when her hands could
no longer reach. She discovered she liked a man who wasn’t afraid to go
commando.

He stretched to the side, reached for the small drawer of
the side table and pulled out a foil square. With a smirk that would’ve made
the devil weep with pure jealousy, he swiftly shook his ankles free from the
tangle which were his jeans and ripped apart the thin packet with his teeth as
if he were a starving man. After rolling the latex glove down his impressive
shaft, he settled back over her.

With one hard, fevered thrust, he was fully sheathed,
groaning into the crook of her neck. Her muscles quivered and pulsed as they
molded around him, inside and out. He was definitely larger than she was
accustomed to, but not uncomfortably so. She wanted to squeal with glee, happy
to be able to report at least one of the myths was definitely true—Ricky
Bradshaw was packing some serious heat.

His hips moved in a wanton rhythm, rubbed sinfully against
her with each stroke, ignited the flight of her senses. And when she was
certain she couldn’t possibly fly to a greater height, he firmly grasped both
her thighs, wrapped them tightly around his waist and leaned back on his haunches.
He altered the angle of his thrusts and the motion sent her soaring head-on
into what she hoped wouldn’t be her first and only release of the night. She
panted hard as the pleasure washed through her, yet she was already hungry for
more. And by the consistent pounding of Ricky’s hips he was nowhere near done.

With his eagerness and vigor he’d managed to shove her too
far up the bed. Her head painfully knocked once, twice, on the solid rails of
the headboard. Before she could catch her breath to air her discomfort, he
tugged her back down by her thighs.

Grasping both her wrists, he placed them above her head and
wrapped her fingers around the thin planks of polished ornate wood. He planted
his much larger hands right beside hers and stared directly into her eyes as he
withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside her.

“Make sure to hold on nice and tight, princess. This ride
might get a little bumpy.”

“Then bring it, cowboy. Giddyup.” She spurred him on with a
smile, making a concentrated effort to re-impale herself, lifting her ass off
the bed. At the pinnacle of her upward thrust he sank deep inside her, rolled
his hips and sighed as the head of his length brushed against her inner limit.
There was a touch of discomfort, a pinch of pain, though she enjoyed him being
so flush with her pussy, so immersed that any small move he made tugged on
every erogenous cable in her body. She was going to come again. The pressure
built even more rapidly than the first time. How was that even possible?

“Ah, fuck! I can feel you. I wanna make you come just like
this.” He continued the slow seductive roll of his hips, barely moving,
grinding against her entire body.

How could such subtle motion feel so damn good? Her pulse
quickened and her nerves sang as she inhaled the deepest of breaths. Her thighs
tensed, anticipating what was to come next.

“Oh God!” A freak tidal wave crashed over her, tumbling and
washing away any doubt that lingered about sneaking into his room.

With a short, sinister chuckle he pulled the warmth of his
groin away only to quickly slam his cock back home with long hard strokes,
picking up speed with every deliberate pound, his heavy balls slapping the skin
of her ass. Her hands left the headboard and she clutched his shoulders as her
inner walls clenched around him, the remnants of the pleasurable wave a
whitewash of satisfaction as it settled over her skin with a fizz. Left
boneless, she gazed in awe as Ricky found his happy ending, his face
beautifully scrunched before he came.

“Ahhh…like a fuckin’ boa constrictor, I swear.
Fuck!
”
His body twitched, his butt muscles contracting beneath her palms.

He fell on top of her with a heavy sigh, his body limp,
though slight tremors still shivered over his skin as he softly groaned into
the pillow beside her head. It was heaven having him lie entirely on top of
her—reassuring, comforting—but she had yet to fully catch her breath and his
dead weight wasn’t helping.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, he rolled to her side and
disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed, wincing with the flex
of his sweaty muscles.

His cell phone rang from his discarded jeans and he rubbed
his hand over his face and sighed. After swinging his legs over the side of the
bed, he bent to retrieve his phone, glancing at the display with a heavier
sigh. “Damn it. I need to take this call.”

He stood with a grimace, rubbing the base of his spine. “Why
don’t you go take a shower and meet me in the living room when you’re done?”
Without waiting for her response, he picked up his jeans and strolled
unabashedly stark naked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

She was again pitched into complete darkness, but this time
she needed it, welcomed it, allowed the void to calm her senses from the
joyride that was Ricky Bradshaw. Geez, she had truly underestimated the
drummer’s skills. She tingled and pulsed in places she never knew existed and
she liked it…a lot.

She crawled to the edge of the bed and switched on the lamp
before opening the drawer of the side table. Two strips of condoms lay inside,
eight in total, and nothing else. She placed one strip by the lamp and made use
of the bathroom off the bedroom, silently praying Ricky would soon be done with
his call and decide to join her.

She stepped out of the shower, alone, and disappointment
stayed plastered all over her face as she dried herself in front of the mirror.
She scowled at her reflection, contemplating what could be so important to drag
Ricky away from a free supper so early in the morning. They’d only completed
the first course and she was far from done. She wanted the full banquet—the
all-you-can-eat buffet!

She tightly wrapped a towel around her bust and tucked it
underneath her arm, switched off the bathroom light before strolling back into
the bedroom. The thick carpet beneath her feet was luxuriously soft and tickled
between her toes as she combed her fingers through her hair in an attempt to
free the worst of the tangles.

After grabbing the condoms by the bedside, she folded them
into her palm and then flinched when yelling echoed from the next room. She
couldn’t quite make out what Ricky was saying so she scurried to the closed
door and pressed her ear against it.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what the goddamn will states. I
don’t want one thing from that asshole. What? Well if it’s not completely
worthless give it to Goodwill. I don’t care, just get rid of it.”

She glanced down at her fisted hand before straightening and
quietly turning the doorknob, pulling the door ajar a few inches.

“No, I won’t be there. I’m busy, I told ya that already.
Well she can do whatever the hell she wants, but I’m not changin’ my mind for…
I haven’t spoken with her in how many years? So what the fuck would give you
the idea I’d start now? Damon, I pay you a shitload of money to take care of
this crap so just do what you’re freakin’ told and we won’t have a problem.”
There was a long pause and the silence was deafening. “No, you make it go away
or I’ll find someone who will. If you still want me as your client, you’ll call
me back when it’s done. I don’t care what time it is, just do it.”

She pulled the door open all the way and stood beneath the
arch, appraising the flex of his back muscles as he slammed the phone onto the
kitchen counter and stomped into the open living room.

Filled with uncertainty, she considered if it would be wiser
to simply get dressed and slip out of the hotel room—be content with the little
time he’d given her. Whatever was going down had him in a rotten mood and she
didn’t want to bear the brunt of his anger.

It came as a surprise when soft music played on the stereo,
seemingly giving her feet permission to venture farther into the dragon’s lair.
He’d breathed fire into the phone, surely scorching the ears of the poor soul
on the other end, but she prayed only puffs of smoke remained. Smoke she could
deal with.

With timid feet, she crept into the kitchen which openly
faced the living room and waited to see if he’d notice her. He sat with his
back to her, hunched forward on the black leather couch.

The soft music wafting throughout the room switched to a
sultry ballad as she approached the tall refrigerator and opened it in search
of something cool to quench her thirst. Large, warm hands wrapped around her
waist as his nose nuzzled the nape of her neck, nudging her hair out of the
way.

“Hurry up and getcha drink, princess. Time’s a wastin’ and
the bell’s already ringin’.” He nipped her earlobe with his teeth.

“And what bell would that be?” She laughed, leaning forward
to grab a bottle of water from the shelf, but her fingers grasped thin air as
he swiftly pulled her flush to his chest.

He ground his hips against her ass, his digits digging into
her skin through the towel. “This bell right here.” He emphasized his words
with another salacious grind. “Ding. Ding. Round two is up, baby. You ready for
me?”

She slammed the door of the fridge and the towel was ripped
away as he pushed his body hard against her back. She couldn’t turn and face
him. She was wedged between the warmth of his smooth broad chest and the hard
cool surface of the appliance in front of her. The button of his jeans was open
and the zipper scratched her skin. It should have irritated her, but it turned
her on even more, her body welcoming each grind of his hips. She hissed and
shivered at the same time and his responding chuckle was a beautiful melody,
his breath uneven beside her ear. “You like that, baby?”

She pushed her ass out, expected a harder grind in return,
but his body heat left her before a sharp whack landed on the cheek of her right
buttock. The sting quickly eased by a firm circular rub from his warm palm. She
whipped her head around as his other large hand slapped her left butt cheek,
repeating the soothing aftercare. She had never been smacked before. Not like
this. This was pleasure with only a dash of pain. He slapped her right cheek
again, three times in quick succession, though this time he didn’t massage her
tender skin afterward. He allowed the sting to turn into a slow burn. She was
sure he must have left a red print in the shape of his hand behind and, again,
she liked it…a lot.

Nimble fingertips gently traced down the length of her
spine. She shivered as he caressed the small of her back, glided down the
crevice of her ass to her pussy, teasing the rim of her core with light
strokes. She was already wet for him again.

“Spread them pretty legs wider for me and don’t move,” he
whispered into her ear. He kissed the sensitive skin just behind her lobe and
she trembled all over. She didn’t need telling twice. His voice was deep,
commanding, sexy and she liked where he was headed.

His warm breath blew over her as he followed the trail his
fingers had taken, his tongue peeking out from time to time for a quick taste
of her skin. His lips pressed against her lower spine in a wet kiss as his
fingers delved between her folds, gathering the essence which flowed freely
between her legs.

She squeaked when he nipped her ass before easing two
fingers inside her, firmly massaging her walls as he murmured against her skin.
“Mmm…perfect. Soppin’ wet and hot for my cock.”

Her body quivered when he nibbled on the soft, round flesh
of her ass cheek once more—dangerously close to where she’d never let a man go
before—his fingers sliding out to tease her clit with a skill she’d been denied
by previous lovers.

“Ohhh…yeah, right there,” she gasped against the back of her
hand, the cool surface of the refrigerator door keeping her grounded while
teasing her nipples, hardening them like diamonds. She started to squirm,
coaxing his fingers to finish the job.

“Uh uh. Not so fast
,
princess. You’re
gonna come on my tongue.” He dropped down to the kitchen floor, turning as he
widened her spread legs and ducked between them. She tried to step backward but
his hands latched onto her thighs, holding her in place an inch from his lips.
He sighed and rested his head against the door, glancing up at her with a new
shine in his eyes, a wicked gleam assuring her she would enjoy what was to
come. “Lean your forearms against the fridge and push that itty-bitty ass out
just a little.”

The first flat lick of his tongue electrified her from the
inside out and sent a glorious shudder through her body. From his position
below, he had access to whatever he desired and she quivered on the fine edge
of vulnerability. The point of his tongue gently hooked under the tiny hood of
her clit and she tensed when his fingers spread her open for his mouth. He
captured the nub between his lips and suckled, rolling his tongue over the
swell of concentrated nerves.

He placed a firm grip on her ass and devoured her as if she
were his last meal. Her legs shook and she became helpless as the strength of
her muscles dwindled more with each swipe of his tongue.

Oh God, don’t stop.

She stretched her arms over her head and gripped the top of
the chrome door. His eager tongue traced. His lips suckled every inch of her
pussy, many times over, though his tongue always returned to her clit, each
passing more intense than the last. He never let up, only removed those sweet
lips from her clit long enough to lap and prod at her core with his tongue
until she came with a scream. Then once again, he latched back onto the
sensitive, swollen button between her legs.

She couldn’t stand on her own anymore. She trembled, her
arms and legs turned gelatinous. His large hands cradled her ass, holding her
up as her body surrendered to his will. She balanced precariously on the hot
blade of a double-edged sword, wanted his mouth gone before his tongue
completely singed her nerve endings, but longed for him to continue, her mind
too muddled to form a rational decision.

Ricky’s chuckle was smug when he finally detached his mouth
and pushed them both off the floor using the sheer brawn of his thighs. His
hands never left her as he slid up against her body and lifted her with him as
he stood. She molded herself around him, wrapped him in her arms and legs while
he besieged her lips, shuffled to the dining table and placed her on the edge.

Untangling her legs from his waist, he released her lips and
bent to the floor, returning with the strip of condoms she didn’t remember
dropping. His eyes danced with merriment and mischief as she snatched them from
his hand and boldly tore one loose, tossing the remaining three on the table.

He easily swiped the foil square from her fingers and placed
it purposefully beside the others, his stare challenging. “I say when, where
and how. Lie back. Now.”

She didn’t stop to think, slowly reclined until her back
touched the wide wooden tabletop, the surface smooth and cool against her skin.

He delayed a moment to look her over, his heated gaze
lingering at the apex of her thighs before returning to her face. His hands
trembled slightly as he fanned his fingers over her skin, starting at the round
of her shoulders, dragging his palms over her collarbone, her breasts and down
her stomach to rest by her hips. Her legs opened of their own accord and her
eyes fluttered shut as he knelt and his shoulder brushed her inner thigh. A hot
desert wind blew over her core, causing her to shiver in response. She arched
off the table when his tongue took another long, flat swipe, drinking all of
her in. She’d never had a guy go down on her twice in one night, let alone
twice in one hour.

Holy shit! I’ve hit the jackpot!

His tongue was like molten lava flowing over her sex, her
nerves endings forced into overdrive. So good, though extremely close to the
brink of torment and pain. Her heart raced, her pulse thumped like a heavy bass
beat at every major artery. She lifted her head to peer directly into his eyes.
He’d been watching her.

That’s so fucking hot.

She was dripping wet—his cheeks glossed with her essence. He
smiled against her clit, before setting his tongue into rapid motion. She
groaned and pushed against his mouth. He didn’t stop until she came again, her
entire body slave to his every command, every move he made. When he’d had his
fill, he slithered back up her stomach, kissing every inch along the way to her
lips. She could have died right there and been deliriously happy, his mouth
branding her as his.

His tongue delved between her lips and explored her mouth as
he slid inside her. She froze once he’d sheathed himself completely, but he was
quick to soothe her qualms. “I’ve got it covered, princess. Don’t you worry
’bout a thing.”

His hands clutched her thighs as he gently rocked his hips,
his eyes smiling down at her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His grip
moved to beneath her ass and he cupped both cheeks, squeezing them as he pulled
her closer, lifting the lower half of her body off the table. He withdrew
almost all the way and grinned when she whimpered only to slam back inside her,
no longer slow and thoughtful. He pounded so deep tears of joy rushed her eyes.

Ricky kept the pace strong and steady, his eyes cast down,
intently staring where they joined as his impressive appendage thrust and
withdrew, grunting with every small adjustment, angling his cock. He prodded
and hit a spectacular place inside her. A surprised cry left her throat as
euphoria swelled inside her stomach—familiar yet different somehow…better. Her
spine arched again as she stretched her arms above her head with a moan.

His hands shimmied to her lower back. Her ass rested more on
his forearms than the table as he held her in place. The man brought pleasure
with every forward motion and the incomprehensible whimpers passing her lips
grew louder.

His hands drifted again, unraveling her legs from around his
waist, placing them both high over one of his broad shoulders, squeezing her
legs tightly together as he continued to pump his cock. The position had her
panting for breath. He was even larger, harder this way, and she stretched
around his every ridge and vein as he suddenly slowed the rhythm of his hips,
his eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck, princess…” he hissed, threw his head back momentarily
and continued his measured, thorough thrusts. His hold on her legs was so tight
she was sure to have bruises later, but this wasn’t a real concern.

She forced her eyelids to stay open. She didn’t want to miss
a thing. The way his eyes scrunched and wrinkled at the corners. The way the
corded muscles of his neck strained. The way his biceps flexed with effort, a
trickle of sweat running down the middle of his abs.

When he finally opened his eyes they too were strained and
bore straight through her. “Dammit, woman, I won’t last long this way. Too
fuckin’ good.”

The sensual energy built inside her once more, signaling yet
another oncoming release. Every part of her was beyond sensitive, though still
begging for more. He was milking her for everything she was worth. She dragged
her arms down from above her head and dropped them heavily on the table either
side of her waist, unable to find the traction she needed to push against him
as she wanted. By placing her in this position—her knees locked at his shoulder—he
restricted her body from doing anything more than lying there and taking the
slow, heavenly torture.