Wes works the zipper. “Lift up,” he orders and taps my thigh.
Again, I do as he tells me. He tosses my dress onto the back of the kitchen chair. His large hands palm my breasts.
When his mouth wraps around my cloth-covered nipple, I gasp. My hands shove into his hair like I’ve wanted to do all day long.
My bra falls to the counter and Wes focuses on my bare breasts. His hungry mouth devours my skin while his fingers dive between my legs.
With a sharp tug, my thong slides down my legs and I’m bared to him—raw and vulnerable in some stranger’s kitchen. His big hands smooth up and down my calves.
Warm, rough hands caress my body as his tongue plays a soft rhythm against my nipple. He moves lower, tasting me, inhaling deeply between my legs. I shiver when his tongue swipes against my center.
“Fuck, you taste as good as I imagined you would,” he groans against my skin, and then he spears me again with his tongue. Licking. Sucking. Fucking. Taking.
I’m not going to last long. Not with a tongue that has this much fucking talent. Jesus.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm. His green eyes stare down at me as he pulls down the fabric of his shorts until his cock bobs free.
Holy mother of . . . wow.
Wes takes his cock in his hand and strokes it. “You got your eyes full? Like what you see?”
I lick my lips and smile.
He picks me up and carries me to the bench in the kitchen. His eyes flash and darken with heat. I lift my hips and rub myself against him. A silent plea.
Begging.
Wanting.
“Hold on, beautiful,” he murmurs.
I smile, spreading my legs apart and stretching out on the bench for him. I need him inside me. Need his hands on me. I need every solid inch of him against me and inside me.
The crinkling of foil makes my pussy ache. “I need you,” I tell him.
The pulses between my legs reach a fever pitch when he drags the tip of his cock through my wetness and his hot mouth closes over my nipple. Shivers rack my body when he passes over my clit—swollen and sensitive from his earlier play of tongue.
“I’m here.” Lust rages in his eyes.
He thrusts inside me, and my breath catches in my throat. My back arches off the bench as he fills me with every impressive inch. His first few strokes are slow but hard, hitting me deep.
“Harder,” I cry out.
Wes’ hands dig into my hips as he pumps with exquisite force—hard and punishing.
My arms twine around his neck and quickly fall. I struggle to grip his forearms as he fucks into me. It’s wild. Out of control.
I moan against his neck, loving the enthusiasm of his movements. Every inch of my skin is on fire for him. He pounds into me over and over. I meet him thrust for rough thrust.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his voice tight with restraint.
He’s definitely a man. This guy knows his way around a woman’s body. My lungs struggle for air as he continues his relentless fucking. Panting, I grip his shoulders, relishing how he perfectly fills and stretches me.
“So fucking good. Is it good for you, sweetheart?”
My eyes snap shut. “So good,” I admit shamelessly.
He grips my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
This man fucks me within an inch of my life. I’m captivated as his powerful body hammers into me.
A heated moan parts my lips. “Oh, yes, right there.”
Light explodes behind my eyes as I’m swept onto the crest of a wave that carries me off to a place where only divine mind-numbing pleasure exists. I lose myself in a blinding orgasm.
“Good, that’s it, sweetheart, come all over my cock.”
The dark command has my eyes crashing into his molten stare. A few more hard pumps and he hurls himself over the edge. He comes with a beastly sound. It’s raw and primal.
His sweat soaked hair falls against my chest. Minutes pass as we stay tangled together, catching our breath.
“There, that’s one scene from your vacation story,” he tells me.
“Not sure it’s even worth repeating.”
The smallest hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. My heart skips a beat.
“You want another round? I’m here all week.” He pulls me up and tucks me under his arm.
Hot and sticky—the sound of skin peeling off pleather has me giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean up our mess.”
Unable to hide my smile, I rest my head on his shoulder. “I’ll take another go around with you, surfer boy.”
Wes
The distant sound of shuffling pulls me from sleep. I press the heels of my palms to my eyes and stifle a yawn.
“Where’s my dress?”
The mumbles and whispers have me propped up on my elbows, taking in the view. My cock stirs at the sight of her perfect peach of an ass covered in pink lace.
“What’s up, princess?” I ask, rubbing at my raw and dry throat.
She spins to face me. My eyes rake up her body at those tan legs, her flat stomach, and those sweet round tits that my mouth worshiped for hours on end. She’s a firecracker in the sack.
“I told you not to call me that, Wes,” she hisses my name, and my cock is at half-mast.
“Come back to bed and I’ll call out your name while you’re screaming mine.”
I’ve never fucked someone as hard or as much as I did with Minka last night. And the night before and every night this week. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve screwed. Still, I want more.
Need her. All of her.
“Oh, you think you’re so clever with your dirty talk.”
Her hands land on her hips. Her very sexy hips.
“Come back to bed, Minka, please, let me have you again.” I push up to my knees, giving her a prime view of my half-hard cock.
Her eyes narrow as her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip. Her hair’s wild and her expression tells me that there’s a pretty good chance she’ll let my cock change her mind about leaving.
“Where’s my dress?”
“Who gives a shit.”
She points to herself. “I do. I need to get back to my hotel room.”
“Sweetheart, it’s after midnight. Stay with me.”
She lets out a deep breath. “I don’t even know why I bother.”
“Come back to bed and I’ll tell you where your dress is.”
“Such a little charmer,” she says and saunters toward me.
“Kiss me.”
Minka’s hands wrap around my cock. My hand layers on top of hers and we move together.
“I’m going to let you fuck me, and then you’re going to tell me where my dress is,” she tells me.
“I’ll fuck you for sure, but you and I both know you don’t let anyone slip inside that sweet pussy of yours unless you want it. You’ve got all the power here—not me.”
She laughs. “Then why are you using sex as a weapon when all I want is my dress?”
I lift a shoulder. “I like seeing you all riled up—you call me on my bullshit. You’re passionate. I’ve never met anyone with that kind of fire inside them.”
Her hands weave into my hair. “You’re something else, Wes. If I haven’t said it yet, I want you to know that this week has been amazing. And it’s all because of you.”