By the time we made it to my room, my legs were still a little shaky, and I swear that man knew it. He didn’t say a word walking down the hallway, just kept his hand on the small of my back like he owned the whole damn building and everything in it—including me. Bree would flip if she knew what I’d been up to. Hell,Ishocked my damn self by fucking him in a public bathroom of all places, but the liquor was talking more than I was. Feeling him behind me on that dance floor just did something to me. I felt that anaconda graze my ass and the floodgates opened. I needed to feel him inside of me.
Somewhere between the bathroom and the walk to my door, every belief or expectation I had about this “healing retreat” went flying straight out the damn window. I came up here thinking I’d journal, drink tea, maybe pretend to meditate like Bree said… but nope. The universe saidgirl, you need dick.And honestly… it wasn’t wrong. I’d been craving it way too long. My toys hit the spot, sure, but they didn’t compare to the real thing, nothing like the heat, the weight, the pressure, the way a man’s breath stutters when you clench around him. God… that man had me forgetting my own damn name. I couldn’t wait to tell Bree about our bathroom fuck session. Scratch that… I hopednobody heard us. Actually…never mind.I don’t give a damn if they did.
That was the type of dick that make you scream up to the Gods and thank every ancestor that ever existed. If somebody heard it? Good. They needed the testimony.I was gone enjoy this week.No rules, no expectations, and not an ounce of guilt. Just me and whatever the hell this man unlocked in me tonight.
I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and the click of it shutting behind us felt…dangerous, yet intentional. He had me folding in that bathroom, but I had something to prove. He needed to know that I was still in charge, or so I planned to be. Shit, my mind was boggled by how he ate my pussy up and fucked me against that sink. I didn’t know what I had planned, but I knew I wanted more. He stood there for a second, looking at me like he was trying to decide whether to fuck me against the wall or give me ten seconds to breathe first. I didn’t give him the chance.
“Sit down,” I said, nodding toward the edge of the bed.
His brow lifted a little but he obeyed. He sat down slow and confident with his legs spread, elbows resting on his thighs, looking up at me like he was waiting to see what I thought I was about to do. My heart thumped hard in my chest, but my pussy was creaming and screaming for him. Oh, she ready. I stepped between his legs, sliding my hands up his chest, dragging my nails down his abs slow just because I knew he’d feel it. I slowly unzipped his pants and he leaned up, allowing me to pull them down and free his thick, meaty dick.
“You had your fun in that bathroom,” I murmured. “My turn.”
He smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah? What you gon’ do with this big muthafucka?”
I climbed into his lap instead of answering. The way his breath hitched told me everything I needed to know. I grippedhis chin, making him look at me while I settled over his dick, bare skin to bare skin, slow enough to make him curse under his breath.
“Damn…”
“You talk a lot of big boy shit,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let’s see how quiet you get when I’m in control.”
His hands slid to my hips automatically, but I slapped them away.
“No,” I said. “Don’t touch me.”
His nostrils flared.Yeah, he liked that. I felt his dick jump against me. I lifted myself just enough to guide him inside, sinking down slow. My pussy was still sore from the mess he’d made in the bathroom, but the urge to feel him was greater than the pain. His jaw tightened, his hands flexing into the sheets like he was fighting the urge to grab me.
“Mm,” I moaned, my head falling back as he stretched me open. “You like that, Daddy?”
He tried to buck his hips up but I pushed his chest back down.
“Uh-uh,” I smirked. “I said my turn.”
I started riding him in slow circles first, grinding deliberate, making sure he felt every inch and every damn crevice of my pussy. He exhaled this low, broken sound from deep in his throat, like I’d just punched the wind out of him.
“Fuck…” he muttered, head dropping forward. “You tryna get a muthafucka killed. This pussy lethal.”
I rolled my hips harder, faster, planting my hands on his shoulders as I rode him deeper.
“Nah,” I breathed against his lips. “Just showing you what this pussy can do without your little instructions.”
He laughed, surprised before his breath caught again when I bounced on him harder.
“Damn…” he gritted out. “Okay… I see you proving your point. I like how you taking this dick too, baby…”
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“Say it.”
His hand shot to my thigh like he couldn’t help himself, gripping tight. “You got it,” he growled.
“You runnin’ shit right now.”
That sparked something in me. I grabbed his face and kissed him deep and nasty, then pulled back enough to lock eyes with him while I kept riding.
“You feel that?” I whispered, slamming down a little harder. “This is me taking every inch of that rich, big dog dick you was talking shit about.”
He groaned, head falling back, voice breaking. “Goddamn, Elise…”
