I rock the plug in and out of her while I suck harder. She shatters, screaming my name, her body trembling with every quiver.
I lick her through the aftershocks, savoring each tremor, and she whimpers, “Colin… I need you inside me. It’s not enough.”
I bite her ass cheek sharply and stand. I yank the plug free and toss it onto the bed, slicking her up again. I’m so far gone, so blinded by the heat of her, that I nearly drive into her raw. I catch myself at the last possible second, the tip of my cock brushing her skin.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the curse thick with frustration.
I tear a condom open with trembling hands and roll it down my length. Then I press into her slowly, until she starts grinding back, desperate. I lose control, slamming into her in one brutal thrust.
“FUCK, MAYA!”
I look down, seeing my cock buried deep inside her, so hot and so tight it borders on torture, and there’s nowhere else I want to be.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, pulling back and driving into her again. My palm smacks across her ass. Hard.
She’s lost in it, trying to keep pace, gasping and begging for more. “You’re so big. I can feel all of you. So good.”
I grit my teeth, fighting not to come too fast. I lean over her, gripping her hair tightly and biting down on her shoulder.
“You like this, don’t you? Having my cock buried deep in your tight little ass?”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop!” she cries.
“Touch your clit,” I command, straightening again.
I clamp my hands around her waist with bruising force, pounding into her relentlessly until she’s screaming, shaking with her release. The way her body grinds against me shatters my restraint. At the very last second, I pull away, yanking the condom off and fisting my cock as I paint her ass with my cum.
I close my eyes, groaning low in my throat as I finish, losing every trace of my usual composure.
I pull back, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity, my gaze drawn once again to her ass as I watch my cum slide between her cheeks. Maya reaches behind her, runs a finger through it, then turns to me. Smiling, she brings her finger to her lips, closing her eyes in pure delight.
With a growl, I collapse beside her. She curls against me, her fingers tracing lightly across my chest.
“Only with you could it ever feel this good,” she murmurs.
I close my eyes, the adrenaline slowly receding, replaced by that cool, familiar detachment. “You were perfect too. That was absolutely scorching.”
We lie there, breathing together, until I finally pull away and head for the shower.
I’m finishing putting on my shoes when Maya reaches out, her fingers catching mine.
"Sleep here," she says, her voice still thick with the haze of what we just did.
I glance down at our entwined hands, then meet her eyes. I don't hesitate. "I'd rather sleep alone."
"We don't have to sleep," she counters, a challenging spark in her gaze.
She’s insatiable. Even after the second round—where I had her pressed against the dresser, fucking her pussy until she was sobbing for me to finish—she still wants more. But even if I had the stamina for another hour, I won't stay the night.
I can’t afford to let her start confusing this for something more than it is. The bed is where lines get blurred, and I need those lines intact. Sleeping together, cuddling, those aren’t part of the deal. I won’t let her believe she’s more than she is to me.
I stand, leaning down to kiss her to soften the sting of the rejection.
"Rest," I tell her, my voice low and final. "I'll see you at breakfast."
I plant a quick kiss on her lips, remind her to use the cream I brought to soothe the ache I left behind, and walk out. I return to my own room, the silence of the hallway settling over me. Bythe time I reach my door, I’m already slipping back into the man I need to be.
I’m ready for a good night’s sleep.
