I shivered at his touch before his cock sat between my ass cheeks.
“What hole should I take tonight?” he asked.
I craned my head back and looked at him as my hair spilled in my face.
“I think you’re right,” he said. “I think I’ll choose this one tonight.”
I felt his cock position itself at my pussy as I sighed with relief. His hand slid up my spine, wrapping his fingers within the tendrils of my hair. He pulled my head up from the pillow as he sheathed himself within me, pushing a groan from deep within my lungs. His name filled the room, falling off my lips as he set a relentless pace. I could feel the strength of his hips knocking against my ass, jiggling it for his viewing pleasure.
“You have…no idea…how juicy you are.”
His cock was massive, splitting me in two as my pussy devoured all of him.
“How your juices spray onto my skin,” he said. “How…shit… ow your thighs rise my cock from its depths.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said.
He paused his movements as he released my hair from his grasp.
“That what you want?” he asked, his voice raspy with need.
“Yes.”
His hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him. His hips drew back and he thrust into me, shoving me up onto the bed. I clawed at the sheets as his cock throbbed against my walls, stretching me to new widths as I whimpered.
Over and over and over again, he pounded into my pussy. He shoved me so far up the bed with his lust that I had to brace myself against the headboard. My body was shaking and my tits were jumping. The bed was banging against the wall and my clit was pulsing. He dropped his body on top of mine as his muscles shook, then I felt his hand snake between my folds as his fingertips found my clit.
“Cum with me,” he said.
I bucked back into him as we writhed against each other. My body shook as he pressed into my clit, circling it around and flicking it expertly. His lips nibbled on my ear lobe as his hot breath pulsed against my neck. I was washed away by the scent of him. The musky scent bleeding from his pores and dripping onto my naked skin. Never in my life had I felt so wanted. So desperately needed by a man like Preston Walker.
My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as his tongue traced the shell of my ear.
“That’s it,” he said. “I can feel you. Don’t hold back. Let it go.”
My toes curled and my eyes screwed shut. My back arched and my pussy pulled him deeper. He thrusted into my depths one last time, his body stilling against mine as I tilted my head off to the side.
I captured his lips in a kiss, my mouth swallowing his grunts as our bodies reached their end.
I could feel him spilling into my body. I could feel his hot cum spurting against my walls. His cock pulsed deep inside of me, filling me to the brim and spilling out onto my thighs. I collapsed to the bed, aching with precious desire as he collapsed on top of me. The both of us were heaving for air, his sweat dripping onto my skin as he kissed and nipped at my shoulders.
He fell off to the side and took me with him. His cock was still buried deep within me as the two of us fell asleep. His strong, beautiful arms blanketed me all night, keeping me warm while they made me feel safe. For the first time in years, I slept all through the night. Not once did I wake up to the pang of being alone in my own bed as the sounds of the city wafted around my head.
But when the sun came streaming through Preston’s apartment windows, I took a good look around me. The high-vaulted ceilings. The California king-sized bed. The satin sheets that were stained with the evidence of our debauchery and the crusted cum that cracked off my thighs.
How many other women had seen this view? How many other women had breathed their lecherous memories into these walls?
I slid from his arms and climbed off the bed. Preston was fast asleep, his perfect body bare for me to take in. My eyes raked up his legs, taking in his sinewy muscle and his perfectly-tailored hips. I memorized his arms, how they rippled with strength and boasted of warmth. I memorized his neck, long and ever-tainted with perfection.
He was a glorious sight, and the next woman he brought home would feel the same.
I left to gather my clothes and find my heels. I slipped them on as I tried to fix my hair. Even though I wasn’t a virgin, this was a first for me. Leaving a man behind in his apartment to go home in the same clothes I was in last night.
But I couldn’t stay here and play house. I couldn’t wait to see if he would offer me breakfast. I didn’t want to look into his eyes when he realized who it was he actually brought home last night.
So I gathered my things, slid out of his apartment, and went home without a word.
Nine