“Pinch your nipples,” he rasps between licks, and my core spasms at the command. He pulls his mouth away again to smile up at me knowingly.
“I knew you were perfect the moment your eyes flared at my first command in the restaurant. You like being told what to do, don’t you, Mackenzie?”
“Yes,” I pant out. I don’t even know if that’s true. I’ve never been into being ordered around during sex, but the way Baz does it? I’ll never go back. So long as he never takes his hands off my body, he can order me around all day.
“Such a dirty fucking girl,” he growls in approval, swirling his skilled tongue around my clit as if rewarding me for my honesty.
My legs start to tremble and almost give out, but Baz’s hold keeps me in place, so I don’t fall. My orgasm rips through me, and he licks it all clean, laving every last drop of my release.
He pushes to his feet, freeing himself, and without apology, he rips my underwear off and lifts me. My legs immediately wrap around his trim waist. I widen my knees to give him room, dying to feel his firm length brush up against my center. Just the thought causes my pussy to throb, then clench in anticipation.
He lines his head at my entrance, and without hesitation, he drives inside.
I scream.
I’ve never been super vocal during the act of sex, but the way he’s impaling me with his cock isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m losing myself. The smallest sting of pain is felt as my body accommodates his length, but above all, it’s pleasure coiling inside me—tightening and expanding.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Your pussy is just as exquisite as I knew it would be. Look at the way she’s squeezing my cock. She loves this, doesn’t she, Mackenzie?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan incoherently.
He hitches me up higher to align the angle of his pelvis perfectly against mine and grinds his cock into me repeatedly with deep, merciless jabs. I try to speak, to moan his name, but all that comes out are grunts and groans and incoherent syllables. As the sound of our bodies smacking echoes throughout the suite, no words are needed. Our bodies do the talking, learning each other’s language. Nothing gets lost in translation when our bodies are stating the facts—they want this. With each thrust, with each clench, and with each time I dig my nails into Baz’s skin, I feel that tug deep in my gut. I feel the crescendo, I feel it building, and I’m helpless to stop the fall. I don’t want it to end. Not yet, not when the tip of his cock is hitting that spot inside me that no one has ever reached before.
Baz drives into me, scraping my back against the wall behind me with each thrust. My skin is slicked with sweat, with the masculine and musky scent emanating off him. I peel my eyes open, glancing down at where his cock disappears inside me, and my clit throbs painfully, causing me to clench around his firm length. When I glance up, I find him watching me, those dark eyes on fire. Like the tether between us is tugged, the magnetic force draws us together, and our mouths clash. It’s sloppy, it’s hot, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever shared with a man.
I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner and grieve the anniversary of my sister’s death, but all I care about at this moment is the dirty scenario that’s playing out. All I care about is finding a release with this handsome stranger.
The sounds of slapping flesh, my moans, his grunts, and wetness echo around us like a blaring alarm. I should be embarrassed by the sounds my body is making, but I’m not. I’m so turned on, so lost in what this man is doing to my body, that I can’t seem to process anything.
“You’re a squirter, aren’t you, Mackenzie?”
My pussy clenches at the erotic question. “N-No.”
“Oh, but I think you are. I feel how wet you are. And you feel that?” he taunts, tilting his hips at a different angle and hitting a spot that feels fan-fucking-tastic.
“That, right there, tells me you’re ready to come, Mackenzie. Do you want to come?”
“I—” I gasp when he maneuvers his hand between us to flick my clit, almost throwing me over the ledge.
He laughs darkly. “Not yet. Don’t let go yet. Keep pinching those nipples until that cunt spasms, understand?”
I do as he says, and when I’m on the verge, barely hanging on, he bends near my ear and whispers, “Now, dirty girl.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I moan just as I spiral, and the explosion detonates. I come without warning. The orgasm barrels through me, taking my breath with it. My eyes roll to the back of my head, stealing my vision, and my hearing ceases, stealing everything from me for a solid ten seconds. My body trembles violently in his arms as each wave of my orgasm rolls through me.
When I’m coherent enough to open my eyes, I find Baz watching me closely as I spiral down. His eyes heat as though watching me come undone is his favorite pastime. And maybe it is. Maybe bringing women pleasure is what he lives for.
The proof of my orgasm slides down my leg, and for a second, I think he came in me, but it’s not him. It’s me, all me.
“There you are, dirty girl.” He grins wickedly, his eyes trained on the mess between my legs.
He pumps faster, as if the sight between my legs is too much, and he’s unable to hold back any longer. Thrusting a fist in my hair, he tugs, pounding into me roughly. I can’t suppress the animalistic noises climbing up my throat. My pussy feels raw and used, but a part of me doesn’t want him to stop. He can’t stop.
He suddenly pulls out, and I don’t know why I do it, but I wiggle free of his hold. Dropping to my knees, I grasp his angry-looking cock in my hand and suck him off until he’s spilling down my throat.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he breathes, not taking his eyes off me. His gaze incinerates me, blazing a trail of fire across my skin. It’s like he’s branding me.
He helps me up to my feet, and my legs tremble. My stomach quivers with the force of butterflies at the way he’s staring down at me so intently as if he wants to ravage me whole. Even though he’s just had me.
“Wow,” I breathe out, and he chuckles. A smile spreads across my face, and the next thing I know, his mouth is on mine, taking my lips in a brutal kiss that steals my breath. He practically sucks the air from my lungs.
My eyes widen slightly when I feel Baz’s hardness poke me in my stomach. “Is that …?” I look down, and sure enough, he’s hard again. “How can you possibly be ready to go again? After that, no less?” I ask, completely astonished. He smirks, deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt and stripping off his remaining clothes.
My mouth goes dry, achingly dry when I get a full glimpse of his bronzed skin, abs that rival male models around the world, and that deep V of muscle that has me dying to run my hand or even my tongue across each ridge and peak.
I reach forward, dying to rip his shirt off completely, but he cuts me off, the material still hiding most of his body from me.
“I’m just getting started with you, Mackenzie. Lose the dress. I want to see your body when I’m fucking you this time.”
Oh, sweet mother of all things holy. That mouth.
I strip out of my clothes, and normally, I’d shy away from the way he’s staring at my body. Instead, I embrace it, enjoying the way his eyes trek along my breasts all the way down to the smooth, blank canvas at the apex between my thighs.