I have never—I meannever—come from something like that before.
When my eyes regain focus, I see him staring at me in disbelief. “Did you just come from that, weirdo?”
“No,” I lie. “It was a…minor tremor. Like the sudden jolting of a speed bump along the road.”
“Liar. You came,” he accuses with his big hand still holding firm around my neck.
I twist my lips. “Hmm. Must have been beginner’s luck for you.”
One of the corners of his mouth raises in amusement. “Why can’t you admit you’re attracted to me?” he asks.
“Back at you, hypocrite.”
His eyes move down to my chest. “I’m attracted to your tits…and your legs. You have an amazing body; there’s no denying that. If I could just muzzle you, maybe we can get through this without killing each other.”
“Do your worst.” I open my mouth in invitation for him to muzzle me.
He smirks as he reaches for one of the condoms. He tears it open and rolls it down his length, but before he does anything else, he shoves the condom wrapper into my mouth. “Bite on this. Don’t talk.”
I happily oblige, clamping my teeth over the rubber-tasting plastic wrapper.
He grabs my hips and flips me over like I’m a well-done pancake. Again, my pussy oozes at his brute strength.
Just as he’s lifting me to my knees, we hear a woman screaming Vance’s name from across the suite. I turn my head back toward Daylen and mumble with the condom wrapper still in my mouth, “You better fuck me well enough that I’m louder than that random bitch.”
He smacks my ass hard before thrusting into me in one fell swoop. The impact of it causes me to fall from my knees to the bed. Thank god I was already wet, or he would have torn me in half. My fall causes me to lose the condom wrapper from my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Daylen,” I spit out. “A little warning next time. Ease a girl into that thing.”
“I said no talking. You can scream. That’s it.” He spanks my ass hard again. Hard enough that I know it will be red and bruised in the morning.
It only serves to cause more liquid lust to gush from my pussy.
I feel his lips on my ear. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?”
I nod.
He pushes my legs together and spreads his own wide in a domineering position as he begins to piston into me. God damn, this is intense. My hands are flailing about trying to grip everything in sight so he doesn’t send my body through the wall.
“Grab the headboard,” he barks out.
“What?” I breathe, unable to comprehend words during this onslaught.
He spanks me again and grits out, “Grab the fucking headboard so I have some leverage to fuck the bitch out of you.”
I can’t help but smile. Why do I get off on him treating me like that? What does it say about me?
Releasing my hair tie, he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks it hard.
The man is a fucking beast. In this position, given the magnitude of his size, I can feel the ridges of his cock as it drags through my insides, drawing pleasure from my body like it was made to do so. I might be conscious of my screams as I battle with the nameless woman next door, but they are real—screams of pure ecstasy.
Orgasm after orgasm is wrung from my body as I hold on for dear life. As the hours go on and I sweat the alcohol away, I begin to sober up but don’t stop him from the animalistic way he’s attacking my body. I don’t want to stop him. Drunk or sober, I’m exactly where I want to be.
FOURTEEN
KENNEDY
After the greatest marathon sex of my life, where we explored every position imaginable and I lost count of the orgasms he gave me, though I’m sure it’s got to be some kind of world record, I lay in bed next to Daylen. He’s passed out cold.
