MEGAN
We crash through the doors of the room and Cristiano strips off my clothes.
He keeps his lips on mine as we fall onto the bed and I allow my mind to slip.
My heart races as my body prepares for the newness of being with another man.
A man I’m hungry for.
Hungry?
Christ.I only met Cristiano last night. I shouldn’t feel so driven or eager to be with him.
Moving out of the kiss, he pulls his shirt over his head, showing me the rigid muscles and tattoos I imagined were entirely real. His torso is covered in artwork that steals my breath away.
The full body of the dragon I previously spotted coiling up his forearm wraps around his shoulder and spans over the left side of his chest. On his right are a gargoyle and Arabic-looking symbols.
He smiles with satisfaction when he sees me looking. “Like what you see?”
“I love it.”
“Here’s some more.” He shoves his pants and boxers down his legs, revealing his cock and more artistic tattoos splashed over his legs.
The designs are eye-catching, but so is his massive cock bouncing between his legs.
He finishes taking off his clothes and reaches for my ankle to pull me down to the edge of the bed. Then before I can say anything else, he buries his face between my thighs and starts eating out my pussy.
Fuck. It feels amazing. Every stroke of his tongue licking over my clit and pussy lips is enthralling. The thrilling sensation that shoots through me is so powerful I come straightaway, arching off the bed as I lace my fingers through the silky strands of his hair.
As my juices flow, he laps it up, drinking me. The tender yet devouring way he touches me makes me feel like a goddess, and he doesn’t stop feasting until he’s licked me clean.
“Get on your knees. I haven’t seen that ass yet.” His eyes sparkle as he speaks.
I smile and roll onto all fours, pushing out my ass. He lands a heavy hand on my ass cheeks, making my hair fall over my face.
“Fucking perfect.” He gives me another slap then he gets on the bed, settling behind me.
I quickly glance at him and take in the wild look in his eyes. When he grabs my hips, I turn back to face the wall.
A breath is all I get before he plunges deep inside my pussy, my body welcoming him as he slams in and buries himself to the hilt.
The air whooshes from my lungs and dangerous heat writhes through me. The kind that could incinerate everything in its path, leaving nothing behind. Cristiano starts moving inside me and fucking hell, I feel like I’m going to come again.
He speeds up, his pumps driving into me savagely as the room fills with the wet erotic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. My moans and his deep groans join the melody, and wild pleasure takes over, spiraling me to new heights.
My God, I needed this. I needed this. I loathe thinking about Hunter right now, but this moment erases him from my body. After tonight he won’t be the last man I was with or the last man I gave myself to. He’ll just be a statistic I can forget.
As if Cristiano can sense that my mind has strayed, he fucks me harder. My mind returns to his command, taking his powerful, soul-consuming thrusts.
Every nerve in my body dances with wild, raw heat, and I come again, my cries pouring out of my throat.
“Cristiano!” His name on my lips sounds so natural. Like it was meant to be there. His deep chuckle tells me I’ve pleased him.
“That’s right, scream my name. Say it again.”
I do, and I feel like every function of my body is destined to follow his every command.
“Say it again.” His voice strains like he’s fighting to speak as badly as I am to control the frenzy of thoughts and emotions within me.