“Yes?”
“I…want the full girlfriend treatment.” Red stains his face. “I tried to resist you, because it’s the right thing to do, but I need the unlimited sex. Ineedit.Please.”
A moan kindles in my throat. No matter how long I live, I suspect I’ll never feel as desired and coveted as I do this very moment. There’s a part of me that wants to weep, though, because he’s just reminded me that I’m on the job. Maybe that’s why I respond with a little venom. “We’ll see,” I say, stroking mypalm up and over the hard bulge of his pectoral. Raking my nails back down. Hard.
He closes his eyes, as if in rapture. “What do you mean ‘we’ll see’?” he rasps.
I shrug.
“Princess,” he says through his teeth.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, bringing our mouths close. “Butdon’tget hard.”
It’s going to be a losing battle, because I can already feel him starting to stiffen against my belly. All because he likes a girl half his size and thirteen years his junior bossing him around. Every inch of my skin is flushed hot, my pussy as tight as a fist, milking in on itself, producing wetness everywhere. Against the tops of my thighs, because my underpants are so flimsy. Actually, now seems like a really good time to remind him of that.
“Do you think anyone can tell my panties are so tiny?” I whisper a breath from his mouth. Then I seal our mouths together, tasting his groan on my tongue. With the fronts of our bodies fastened together like they’ve been glued, Barry’s mouth rides over mine and parts my lips, his tongue raking deep and exploring me in a thorough stroke. Another one. Another faster, hungrier one. Within seconds, his shaft sticks out like a diving board and I roll subtly against it, making an admonishing sound. “Barry,” I scold, pulling away, pouting. “You can’t stay at the party like that.”
He keeps me herded close, using me as a shield, sweat appearing along his hairline. “Fuck. G-give me a second.”
I arch my back as if I’m trying to get away, but really, I’m drawing his attention down to my tits. “I can’tbelievehow hard you are.”
“Oh God, I don’t…I don’t understand why you being pissed at me for having an erection is so hot, but…” He shudders. “You have to stop or I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Barry,” I gasp, turned on. Warm. All over. “You’re indecent.”
He grits his teeth, clearly enjoying my scolding. “I do need to go back to the room and sort this out. But I’m not going back without you.” He glances over my head, expression dark. “Not with these vultures around.”
“Very well,” I sniff.
Before the words are out of my mouth, Barry has lifted me off the floor like I’m a feather and he’s stomping out of the party, much to the amusement of everyone who catches the spectacle. We reach the room within seconds, because our room is located on the ground floor of the resort, down the immediate hallway that stems from the lobby.
Outside of our door, I wiggle myself down Barry’s mammoth body and cross my arms, one hip cocked. Raking my body with a hungry look, he punches the door to visibly restrain himself from picking me up again and manhandling me, his palms scraping up and back on his shorn scalp, nostrils flared. Eyes bright and glassy. A bull ready to charge. And yet, when I tell him, “Go inside and take off everything but your boxers. Sit on the bed against the headboard and wait for me,” lustful excitement lights his eyes…
And he goes.
eight
Barry
I’m sittingon a king-sized bed in a pair of black boxer briefs, the crotch of which I am stretching to holy hell, because my cock is the hardest it has ever been in my goddamn life. Right across from me is a mirror, attached to the top of a bureau, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My oversized, beastly self, scarred and knife wounded and tattooed and hairy, sweating, waiting for a petite nineteen-year-old to come order me around.
No, I’m so hot for it, I’m leaking in my briefs.
My abdomen is clenched, balls throbbing.
What kind of spell did this girl put me under?
I’m so horny, I could roll over and fuck the bed for a few seconds while thinking of Petra and I’d soak the comforter down to the sheets. How? How, when I’ve ejaculated twice today already? Good, deep orgasms that should have sated me for at least the rest of the day. But it’s like my body is producing ten times the amount of sperm since this princess walked into my life.
I tilt my head back and groan over the word.
Princess.
The nickname stokes a fire I don’t fully understand yet. But she holds the match.
The door opens and Petra walks inside, closing it firmly.
I swallow hard when she comes into view, my dick stretching another towering inch. Oh Jesus, it hurts. I thought I topped out at nine inches but I’m at least ten right now, maybe more. As thick as Petra’s neck, but a lot less delicate. Part of me is a little worried about what’s coming, what she has planned, because this lust has bite and I don’t know if I’m fully in control of what it’ll lead me to do.
