“Yes. Come,” he pants and before he even gets the words out, I’m squeezing his dick as I come around it. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as my second orgasm of the night threatens to ruin me.
Seconds later, his arms are trembling as pumps faster and faster, assumingly chasing his own release. Then he withdraws from me, rips the condom off and strokes his thick, throbbing cock once… twice… before grunting and releasing rope after rope of his hot cum against the top of my pussy and lower belly.
Jesus Christ that was hot.
7
Hayes
Afleck of sunlight peeks through the heavy drapes blanketing the hotel windows. She passed out shortly after I assisted her in cleaning up and somewhere around four in the morning, she rolled over and nuzzled into me until her face landed on my chest. Her leg followed, not long after, and her knee is now uncomfortably close to my junk.
I’m also pretty sure she’s drooling on me.
I, on the other hand, haven’t slept a wink.Thiswasn’t the plan. All I wanted was to drown my sorrows in expensive–and delicious–bourbon. Instead, I ended up drowning in perfect pixie pussy.
I guess a distraction is a distraction.
For a little while, I didn’t think of her. The one that got away. The one that apparently doesn’t know how to sign divorce papers. Fuck.How am I still fucking married after all these years?
My eyes close in a final and lame attempt to sleep, but when I see the beginning of what I already know is red hair begin to take its usual place on the backs of my eyelids, I jolt them back open.
Nope.
The sudden shift of my body causes sleeping beauty to stir and I adjust my vision to consider her. I get the sense she’s dealing with her own demons and I was merely a means of exorcising them.
I hope she was luckier on that front than I was.
A whispered groan escapes her lips as she stretches her arm completely across my chest, allowing her fingers to graze my skin along the way. It sends the slightest of shivers down my spine. She better be careful or my dickwillwake up and I’ll be forced to wake her up with another round.
I wish I knew why I’m even trying not to wake her, though. I do what I do with women, provide a little aftercare if needed and then they go on their way. There’s no napping or post-coital sleepovers. Ever. Period. End of story.
So why is this woman still here, warming my side like she was made for this very spot?
I guess it doesn’t matter.
This changes nothing.
I’m not made for more than casual.
She shifts again, sliding her hand farther down my torso until her palm lands directly on my cock.
Shit.
Before I can move it, she jumps to her knees in one swift movement, pulling her cheek from my chest and leaving a heavy pool and thick string of saliva in her wake.
My brow cocks as I watch her come to the realization that her brain reacted before it could tell her to move her hand that’sstillon my hardening shaft.
Her eyes are still closed and her brunette hair is matted to her face on one side and a mess of knots and tangles on the other side. My lips turn up into a smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so wildly adorable in my life.
Things are going to get considerablylessadorable very soon if she doesn’t move her hand, though.
When her eyes finally make an appearance, she pulls her hand away, holding it tightly to her chest like my cock’s going to fucking bite her.
“Weren’t all that worried about it biting you last night, Little Pixie.”
She raises an index finger. “Fuck. Hold on, one second.” Then proceeds to bend all the way over the side of the bed and rustle through her things. I hear the faint sound of tapping for a moment before she pops back up. “Sorry, I had to text CeCe. I left her in the room alone last night and she’s probably called the police and has a search party out looking for me by now.”
“Did you not tell her where you were going?”
