She reaches for me, her small hands splaying across my chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath her palms.
“Good,” she whispers. “Because I don’t want you to.”
Her blue eyes lock on mine.
“I wanted you the night we met,” she says. “And I’ve wanted you every day since. When I couldn’t have you… I touched myself and thought about you.”
Something primal surges through me. I lift her without effort, her petite frame weighing nothing in my arms.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her wet core pressing against my bare stomach, leaving a streak of heat on my skin. I press her against the wall beside the door, my mouth crashing into hers.
She tastes like mint and heat. Her tongue meets mine, stroking, tasting, claiming.
I groan into her mouth, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Jake, please—" She breaks away to gasp against my jaw, her teeth grazing along my stubbled chin. "I need—"
"I know what you need," I growl, my free hand working my pants down just enough to free my aching cock.
It springs up between us, hard and leaking, the head brushing against her slick entrance. "I'm going to give you every fucking inch."
I notch myself at her opening and pause. Hold her gaze. "Last chance to tell me no."
Her answer is to roll her hips, taking the tip of me inside her. We both groan at the sensation—her tight, slick heat gripping me, the pressure already bordering on overwhelming.
"Hard," she breathes, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "I want it hard."
Something snaps inside me.
I thrust into her in one long, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
She cries out, her head falling back against the wall, her channel gripping me like a vice.
I still for just a moment, letting her adjust to the stretch, but then her heels dig into my ass, urging me on.
I pull back and slam home again. And again.
Each thrust is rough, claiming, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room.
The wall shakes with the force of my movements, and somewhere in the back of my mind I’m aware that anyone walking past our door could hear us.
Could hear her moaning my name.
Could hear the unmistakable sound of us fucking against the hotel wall.
I don't care. Let them hear. Let them know she's mine.
"You feel so fucking good," I grit out, my pace relentless.
I'm pounding into her now, my hips snapping forward with every stroke. Her tits bounce with each impact, and I duck my head to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
She keens, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling just enough to sting.
"Harder," she gasps, and I oblige, bracing one hand against the wall for leverage.
I change the angle, driving into her deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk. "Oh god—right there—Jake—"
"That's it, Sunshine," I murmur against her breast, teeth grazing her nipple before I move to her neck.
