Three minutes. Three fucking minutes. That has to be a new record for me, but not the good kind. With one last grunt, I pull out of her pulsing cunt and roll to the side.
Jesus fucking Christ. I knew it would be good, but this is something else.
Just as stunned as I am, she makes no move to cover herself, merely bringing her thighs together. She might be clueless and inexperienced, but she isn’t shy, I’ll give her that. That tells me she’s been having sex, but not the fun kind like we just did. For three minutes.
Fuck. I have a reputation to uphold.
When I look to the side to gaze at her pretty profile, I find myself wondering again what makes her unique. I’ve never fucked anyone like her, that’s for certain. Who comes to a one-night stand with a contract?
She’s also authoritative and demanding, which I find oddly appealing. In other words, she’sspicy. But I think it’s her lack of experience that gets to me the most. It makes me want to reach out and show her everything she’s been missing, show her how fucking fantastic sex can be when it’s done right.
But also, I long to fucking ruin her for all other men. From this day forward, proper little Miss Kensington will think of me when she’s lying alone in the dark. She’ll remember how good I fucked her, and take out whatever toy she uses and fucks herself with me in her mind. Whenever another man’s inside her, she’ll wish he were me, so he can make her touch the sky and see stars like I did.
For that though, I’ll need to last more than three pathetic minutes. I guess the good thing is that my boner isn’t going anywhere. Or barely.
“So? How was that?” I ask, my voice a throaty mess. Fuck, I hope her answer won’t completely crush my ego.
“I—I don’t have the words. I couldn’t understand why you’d do such a thing to yourself, but now, I don’t get why more men don’t have it done.”
So, I wasn’t so bad despite the premature ending. “A lot of them do. You just have to know where to look. I think half the patrons at The Devil’s Court have some kind of genital piercing going on.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a bar in Brooklyn.”
“It doesn’t sound like a place I would frequent,” she says, sounding a lot more conceited than she probably means to.
“It seems you like fucking men that do, though. And if you give me a second, I’ll fuck you again,” I say.
“I don’t think I can.”
I chuckle, amused by how spent she sounds. “We haven’t even started, red. You’ll be leaving this hotel with a severe limp once I’m done with you.”
She tilts her face so her big blue eyes are on me, slightly widened with incredulity. “It was just supposed to be the one time. I wanted to know what it felt like.”
“I haven’t even fucked you the proper way.”
“Thiswasn’tthe proper way?”
Oh, sweet, clueless red. “Not yet, no.”
I can see that my words trigger some curiosity in her. She’s in for a surprise. Not only will I last longer, but I’ll also show her how the piercings were meant to be used. Because that wasn’t it.
Eager to get on with it and change her world forever, I rid myself of the condom, tie a knot to contain the fuck load of cum in there, and reach out for another one. Shit, I only grabbed two condoms before leaving my place earlier. But I remember reloading my wallet after I emptied my emergency reserve with that blonde from The Devil’s Court, meaning there are two more in there.
While I’m wrapping my cock in latex again, I decide I’ll make it last this time. Four condoms don’t quite seem like enough with her, but we’ll make do.
Genevieve’s a little surprised when I settle myself on top of her again, but she allows it without protest, spreading her perfect legs for me.
The fact that she’s never had decent sex before is madness. It’s as though her body was built for this. Her breasts are generous enough to fill my palms, her body is flexible, and she’s incredibly receptive to my touch. Maybe she’s been waiting her whole life for me to finally step in and give it all meaning.
Time to uphold my duties.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I order, rising up so she has enough room to move. She doesn’t comply for a few seconds, and I notice the reluctance in the look she gives me. “Please, tell me you’ve gotten your back blown out before, red.”
“I don’t like that one. It’s degrading and humiliating.”
All of a sudden, her lack of knowledge isn’t as charming. Instead, I’m mad at whoever the fuck gave her the impression that doggy style is either of those things. I mean, it can be, but it most certainly doesn’thaveto.
