“Mmm, how beautiful,” he said.
My eyes fluttered upon and caught his mischievous stare.
“Let’s see if we can get you to do that again. Lunch has another… thirty minutes?”
I felt my body being ripped from the bed as my legs slipped from his shoulders. And it wasn’t until my back pressed into something cold that my eyes ripped open. Everett removed his shirt as he pinned me to the cold surface with nothing but his legs and hips. Holding me up with the strength of him while he rid himself of his clothes. His muscles rippled. They draped over his taut body, covered in tanned skin from the sun on his hard work days. Sweat glistened against his amber skin as his cock filled me to the brim. His hands found mine. Our fingers intertwined and he pinned my hands above my head. It wasn’t until I found the strength to tilt my head to the side that I realized what he had pressed me against.
The window.
I was pressed against the backdrop of Vegas.
His cock dove in and out of my pussy as he pinned me against the window. Rendering me motionless as his body wrecked mine. I curled my legs around his waist and hung on as tightly as I could while his hips pounded into mine. My eyes fell open and closed. My lips pulled taut and pressed out. I no longer had control over my body’s reactions. I could only go along for the ride. My nails curled into the tops of his hands. My heels dug into the dip of his lower back. His thick dick plunged into my depths, drenching himself in my juices as they leaked from me in rivers.
“Andrea. Fucking hell. You have no idea how good you feel.”
His grunts and groans were nothing compared to my name upon his lips.
I rolled my hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Somehow, my name off his lips breathed a life into me I couldn't explain. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck as he sank into me. And my pussy willingly swallowed him down. My walls vibrated. My body shook. I felt my end approaching yet again as Everett’s hips began to stutter. His groans turned into growls as he pressed further into me. He fucked me thoroughly, and not once did he ever move away.
Back up.
Put any space between us as we met our ends.
“Andrea. Shit.”
His lips fell against mine as his body crashed me tighter against the glass. He released my hands, allowing me the time to thread my arms around his
neck. I clung to him as my body released. I whimpered and moaned into his mouth as our tongues collided. Then, I felt his shift. His cock was gone and I felt empty again as my forehead fell to his shoulder. The thickness of him was wrapped up in my pussy lips as his threads of come shot against my ass cheeks. My nails dug into his skin. I kissed and nibbled the side of his neck. I shook in his arms as my body contracted and released, soaring me through waves of pleasure that blinded my vision.
And all that while, come shot from Everett’s dick. Across my ass cheeks and painting the window with his lust-filled designs.
His legs quaked. His body grew weak. He slowly slid down to the floor, taking me with him. My back slid across the come design on the window. It painted my skin as he knelt against the floor. His forehead fell to my chest and he buried himself into my tits, trying desperately to catch his breath. Neither of us said a word. We honestly couldn’t. His entire body shook against me as his arms slid around my back. He pulled me close. He held me to him as he knelt on the floor beneath me. I wrapped my legs around him and ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his temple and coating him in my softness.
I loved the way his muscles pressed into the excess of my body.
“Andrea.”
“Yes, Everett?”
“You have no idea how—”
A knock at the door startled us bot and Everett whipped his gaze up to mine. In an instant, his body was filled with a strength it had been devoid of only seconds ago. He picked us body up from the floor before tossing me in bed, then he ripped the sheets over my body. He looked around, trying to find his clothes as a voice called from behind the door.
“Room service. Lunch delivery.”
The two of us sighed with an innate relief.
“I’ll get it. You get comfortable,” Everett said.
“Are you sure? It is technically my room,” I said.
“And I am sure, because I’m technically paying for it,” he said, grinning.
I shook my head as he opened the door in nothing but his boxers. The smells of the food we had ordered filled the room and my stomach growled out into it. I pulled the covers over my body. Everett rolled the silver tray in before he sat down onto the edge of the bed, the tray placed between his widely-spread legs.
My eyes fell to his cock before they raked up his glistening muscles.
“You answered the door like that?” I asked.