She flopped and rolled a little to one side as she shoved her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down her legs with one hand. She flipped her arms over her head because he’d only loosely bound her hands. She could roll her wrists and reposition them easily within the stretchy and soft cotton of his tee shirt. He grabbed the whole coverlet, dragged her toward him, and buried his face between her thighs. He jammed his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with his tongue.
Her hips rose off the bed, and her gasp was a hard cry. He ate her out, sucking at her folds of flesh and the hard knot at the apex between them, and licking up and down her wet slit.
When she tried to roll away from him, crying out, “Not yet! I don’t want to come yet!” he wrestled her hips down with a full nelson around her thighs and sucked her into his mouth. She was crying and thrashing, her breasts jiggling when he glanced up, and he unwrapped one arm from her thigh and slid his fingers inside her to press up with his fingers and down with his tongue.
On his left shoulder, her hand clenched, and her fingernails pressed into his skin just a little.
His attention faltered, feeling the promise of pain from her nails, but she released him.
He rubbed her, hard, with both his fingers and tongue, and her whole body flailed as she sucked in a gasp and then pulsed around his fingers and against his tongue in fluttering vibrations as she shrieked and grabbed handfuls of his dark hair.
He drew out her orgasm, continuing to grind his tongue and fingers inside her slowly, gently, to make her keep cresting and pulsing again and again, longer and longer, until she was sobbing with each breath and gasp.
He retreated, listening to her pant with a tortured rasp at the beginning of each breath.
Ah, nice.
Gently, he rolled her over on her stomach and let her curvy, female legs splay off the side of the bed.
Her hands swiveled behind her back, where his tee shirt was knotted around them.
The blonde’s dress was a red band that tightly cinched her waist, almost like a corset, and her round, bare ass made him want to come on every inch of her skin. He stroked her ass cheeks, watching his hands and fingers splay over them, taking his time.
She lay limply on the bed, her head turned to the side, still breathing harshly with her eyes closed.
He leaned forward and rested his erection between the cheeks of her ass, feeling her sweet flesh with his dick, too, and his voice was a deep, bass octave when he asked her, “You ready to be fucked?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
Maxence had kept his pants on for a reason, and he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and opened it. He’d stopped by a corner pharmacy on the way from the hotel to the Buddha Bar earlier that night to restock. He rolled the tight sheath onto his erection.
Maxence held his engorged cock to her folds, running the head through her juicy flesh, becoming slipperier with each pass. She moaned, and her hands rolled in the tee shirt where he’d tied them.
He glided his head over her clit until she moaned harder, her pale eyebrows furrowing in the middle. Her cheek was mashed against the bed, and her mouth hung open.
He pressed himself inside her, just his tip at first, slowly easing his way in and holding back from ramming himself into her like he wanted to.
Her moans turned to little grunts as he pressed inside her, feeling how much she could take and waiting for that soft resistance that meant he should go no farther.
His cock slowly slid inside the woman up to the hilt, and he was balls-deep in her. She was breathing hard, each exhale a catch in her throat.
He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder before he whispered against the back of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you until you come.”
“I can’t,” she said. “One and done. Just do what you want to, but do it. This is awesome. This is exactly what I needed tonight.”
Maxence’s voice fell even lower into his throat, nearly a growl. “I said, I’m going to fuck you until you come. It was a warning.”
Her eyes opened when he said that, fear filling the blueness again.
It might be a little too much, he knew, but she hadn’t asked for a man to take her to bed and gently make love to her. She’d asked him to fuck her to start a new life.
And at that point, Max couldn’t do anything less.
He stood and palmed the gorgeous swells of her hips, feeling her pliable flesh in his hands, and he pulled her back slowly to sheath his cock inside her.
Her soft whimper made him swell harder. Fucking her until she came might take hours, and he was going to make sure she wasn’t disappointed in this first night of the rest of her life.
He worked her body onto his cock, dragging her back with her hips. When she was becoming too complacent with that, he grabbed her wrists where he’d tied them together and pulled her back, slapping his hips against the generous flesh of her ass and burying himself deep inside her.
“Jesus, yes.” Her cry that time was sharper. It wasn’t pain but shocked pleasure, just like he’d thought.
He rocked back and yanked her back onto him, slapping their bodies together.
Her breath became more strangled, and her core was beginning to tighten around him.
He fucked her from behind and watched his cock pumping inside her, the swollen veins and engorged flesh slamming into her softness harder every time he wrenched her arms backward and thrust inside.
She was crying out again now, her head tucked down to push herself back harder. His balls swung as he pounded into her. She was lifting her hips, and he let her do it for a while before he pushed her ass down and ground her against the side of the bed, pinning her in place with his cock like a butterfly he’d spiked in a collection. The pressure forced the inside of her clit to rub his cock just like he knew it would, and her body vised down on him as she arched backward, her eyes squeezed shut, and her flesh turned to flutters and tongues squeezing his cock.
Maxence couldn’t stop himself and speared his cock into her, impaling her soft, wet flesh with his maleness, and the world fell away into that moment of stillness and bliss with her all around him, every heartbeat an eternity, and his balls pulsed while he held her body under him.
His skin was exquisitely sensitive, and yet he was flayed alive.
Exhaustion took him, and he fell.
Maxence rested his forehead against her spine, gulping air while his heart slammed in his chest.
A bead of sweat—hers or his, he didn’t know—wandered over her skin and trailed down her side.
Hers or his.
He still didn’t know her name.
Remorse settled over him. He should have found out what her name was. He should have been more restrained.
He shouldn’t even be here.
Her sides heaved, and her breath rasped in her throat. “Oh, my God. You did it. Twice. I think I’m going to die.”
He whispered, “What’s your name?”
Her shoulder was a curve of pale skin on the dark blue duvet. “Dree.”
Odd name. Must be short for something. “I’m—”
“Don’t tell me,” she said, still panting. “Or lie to me. Don’t tell me your real name. Any name but your real one.”
The orgasm still reverberated in his mind, making a muddle of his thoughts. “What?”
“Not your real name. And remember that you have to leave before morning.” She was murmuring drunkenly into the duvet. “I’m supposed to have a one-night stand with a beautiful man who I’ll never see again. It’s on the list. I don’t want to be able to find you, even if I wanted to. So, not your real name.”