Page 118 of Wild Thing
Reaching behind myself, I guided him to my center. I slowly sank onto him, taking him inch by inch as he continued to kiss, suck and lick my tits. Once I was completely seated, I sat up right. “Good morning, angel.”
He lazily smiled at me, grabbing onto my hips and began to slowly pump up into me.
I ran my hands up my body and into my hair which was messy and windswept from the day before.
I felt wild.
Unrestricted.
Loved wholly.
I draped my hands over my breasts as we fucked each other awake. The feeling of him filling me caused my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
I pinned him to the bed, placing my hands on his chest. I rode him for a little while, his hands loosely holding on to my hips.
After a few moments, he sat up, deep inside of me and pulled me towards him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
His breath felt warm on my collarbone as we fused together, fucking each other like it might be the last time.
I could feel my body beginning to burn from the inside.
Leaning back, I placed my hands on either side of his legs and spread mine wide. I slid up as far as my body would allow, my pussy tightening around him as I moved up and down slowly.
Again and again and again.
Brax’s breath shortened, his eyes on our sex as he remained still, while I rode him, my wetness gleaning on his shaft.
He brought his thumb to my clit, making the circles I loved so much. My body was so close to the edge, my orgasm building at a rapid pace.
I shouted something filthy as I climaxed, my legs quivering over and over again as my body constricted and released in waves of pleasure.
Sweat trickled down Brax’s brow as he held his breath to control himself, making sure he had wrung every last bit of pleasure from my body. When he was satisfied that I was satisfied, his eyes darkened as he prepared to unload.
I felt him throb.
Once, twice and on the third pulse, he gripped my hips so tightly I feared he’d bruise me. He held me still and groaned in pleasure, his cock pulsating, as he came deep inside of me.
The day was off to a great start.
Pity it wasn't going to end that way.
***
It was midday before Brax left my room to go to his suite to get ready for the night ahead. I'd given him my spare room keyand we'd made plans for him to come back to my room after the event.
We were staying together for the final night. We didn't know how long we'd be apart once we both left the city.
I scurried around my hotel room, tidying up the mess before the glam team arrived to do my hair and makeup. A kind gift from Marie.
I forced my brain into action. I’d been fucked senseless these past few days, and I felt foggy and delirious. I needed to focus my attention on the reason I was here in the first place: work.
I told myself I just had to get through this last evening. Then, I would be homeward bound to do the things that needed to be done in order to move forward with my life with Brax.
My days of being a cheating whore were nearly over.
I was meeting my team in the hotel lobby bar for pre-dinner drinks. I didn’t think I'd get a chance to see Brax again before I needed to be down in the foyer, but I wanted to try.
As I was thinking about him, his name lit up my phone. A smile instantly spread across my face as I swiped to read his text.
