Innocence Burned(10)

He turned and backed me against a wall, thus gaining leverage for each new thrust, stretching me wide and abrading all of my sensitive zones at once. I squirmed with nowhere to go. I was restless and desperate and unsure of the tremors running through me. The coming orgasm felt too big. Too out of control.

“Houston, please,” I said. I had no idea what I was even begging for. I just needed and it frightened me.

“I know, Princess. It’s good. Really good.” His voice sounded as strained as the muscles coiling in my belly. He cut off any more protests by covering my mouth with his. That kiss blistered me almost as much as his big cock. Almost. Either way, he was moving faster, his tongue mimicking his lower half. I started to come as every muscle in my body locked down tight to the point of pain that exploded into pleasure, while he got serious and pounded into me hard.

My legs were shaking and my mind was fracturing into a million pieces.

Houston wrenched free from the kiss and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. You’re pulling me under.” He thrust deep several more times and froze, pulsing inside me. I didn’t realize with a man his size I would feel every little thing, but I did. Every jerk of his cock caused an equal reaction inside me as my muscles tightened, extending the orgasm in ways I never knew possible.

Holy shit .

I held on tight afraid to let go. Any girl in her right mind never wanted something this good to end. This was the kind of sex I imagined stories were made of. And it beat the hell out of everything that came before it. If this was what fucking was supposed to be, sign me up for the rest of my life.

His hips retreated slow, creating another shockwave of friction that made me whimper. “That was so fucking hot. Come to my room so we can get naked and do it again.”

I had no idea how I could handle that again anytime soon, but I was willing to give it my best effort.

“Okay,” I said.

He responded with another gentle thrust that set my muscles fluttering again. He lifted me off him and I gasped at the sudden loss. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” My legs were shaking as he set me down. He pulled me into his arms and pressed my face against his chest.

“Seriously. Fucking amazing.”

I thought so too but was afraid I’d choke up if I tried to say too much.

“Thank you,” I said, pulling gently from his arms. I pushed my dress down and looked around for my one missing shoe. I found it half way between the wall and the lounge chair and I put it back on as he pulled his clothes back together.

I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing anymore. This was so far out of my comfort zone I couldn’t process it. But the thought of never seeing a beautiful specimen like him felt criminal. It would be well worth stepping beyond my normal boundaries to spend more time with him. Wasn’t this part of seeing the world I had talked about?

I smothered a giggle at the absurdity of my thoughts.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

I sobered instantly. “Nothing and everything.” I looked down at my crumpled wedding gown. “I really need to get out of this dress.”

“I’ve got a plan for that.” He held out his hand.

I placed my palm in his and let him lead me back to the elevator. Whatever my badass had in mind for me I knew it would be better than what this night was supposed to be.





Chapter Five



Houston



All the way back to his room he couldn’t stop staring at her soiled wedding dress. The irony of that wasn’t lost on him, nor was the twinge of guilt. If she belonged to someone else he might go out of his mind. He didn’t poach from other guys, but one taste of her and he sure as shit knew it wasn’t enough. Whoever she’d run from couldn’t have her back. Whoever had been dumb enough to let her get away could go fuck himself.

His dick twitched.

He had no idea where this sudden bout of possessiveness came from, but he aimed to fuck it out if that’s what it took. With no current job prospects and only his savings and a meager disability check to live on, he was hardly in the position for a relationship.

She’d probably come to her senses and want to go back anyway. So he’d get what he could while he had the chance.

Right now their fingers were intertwined and her head rested against his arm. Yet, it didn’t seem awkward to not talk. He imagined she needed to process what just happened as much as he did. Although his brain was mostly focused on getting her naked and doing it again.

She had a sweet little pussy, but he wanted to see the whole package. He wanted to feel her naked body sliding against his. Maybe watch her drop to her knees and take him into her lush mouth.

Fuck .