Toxic
Every moment in that fucking restaurant was pure torture, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to feed my droid and his momma, and now that we’re done, I can give my girl what she needs.
She’s barely made it through the hotel room door before I give her flimsy, flowing dress a yank, sending it cascading to her feet.
She’s wearing the BB-8 bra and panty set I bought for her, and for some strange reason, knowing it was me that dressed her pretty tits and ass, nearly has me nutting in my pants.
Her expression is pure indignation, but not a word makes it past her lips as my mouth crashes against hers.
Sweet heaven, I’ve needed this in my life.
And I don’t intend to give it up.
I walk Samantha to the center of the room, pulling her body against mine.
Now that I know what exactly she needs, it’ll be easy getting her off. Not that I ever had difficulty before.
I bring a hand to the back of her head and push forward, deepening our connection. A worrying voice in the back of my mind warns me to go slow, but I can’t bring myself to be anything less than savage.
“Tox!” she gasps, pulling away as her chest heaves in frantic pants.
I throw my bag on the bed and drag a chair out from under the desk, angling it so I can look to the side and see us in the mirror.
“Hands on the back.”
She does as she’s told because she knows it’s about to get filthy.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her into position, pushing her down so that her body makes a ninety-degree angle with the chair back under her neck. With Samantha bent, her bra begs for mercy, and I relish the thought of fucking it clean off her.
But right now, I’m focused on her ass, which looks as divine as a ripe peach.
Her back dips, accentuating the curve of her shapely rear. She gives it a wiggle, filling me with primal need I can’t hope to deny.
My restraint snaps.
Moving behind her, I sink to a kneel, grabbing her ankles and widening her stance. Her ass eats the BB-8 thong, which is a fucking sight to behold.
I rub the scruff of my beard across her cheeks, reveling in the breathy sounds she makes as she presses back against me.
She smells so fucking good. Thick and heady and begging to be savored.
I don’t tease or waste time. Pulling her thong aside, I go straight for her clit, starving for my name on her lips. Almost immediately she cries out, her legs shaking as I lick up her seam with fervor, delving my tongue into her pretty pink hole with every swipe up her slit.
“Tox-ic,”she whimpers, weak as a fawn.
My mercy is nonexistent. I devour her like an animal. Licking up every bit of moisture that gushes from her juicy cunt. Her flavor deepens as she draws close to release.
I rip off her thong and circle her clit, growling against her perfect pussy, licking her again and again, until she can no longer stand it.
“Oh…oh, fuck!”Samantha rears back, grinding against my face as she comes, her arousal soaking my beard.
I’m a goddamn fiend for this woman. There isn’t a single fucking thing I wouldn’t do for her, and heaven help the soul that’s stupid enough to come between us.
Her body relaxes and she emits a satisfied sigh.
Little does she know, I’m nowhere close to being done with her.
Instead of pulling away, I lick through her slit to the pink little knot that I promised to fuck.
