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In my hotel room, our limbs are tangled as we grope each other frantically. My hands are working furiously to undress her as my mouth devours her lips before moving down to sample her neck.

When she’s completely naked, I back her up against the dresser, which is waist level for her.

The longing clouding her eyes is nearly enough to make me come in my pants. She drives me insane.

“I’m going to fuck you hard against this dresser,” I promise darkly, my hands tangled in her thick hair.

Hungrily, I kiss her, pulling her flush against the front of my body.

“Sebastian, I need you,” she breathes urgently.

She doesn’t have to utter another word before I’m unfastening my belt buckle and pushing my pants down. Olivia pulls my shirt over my head to speed up the process.

Standing bared before her, my need to be inside of her intensifies tenfold.

“Turn around,” I demand hoarsely.

Without hesitation, she obeys me and braces her small hands against the edge of the dresser. My own hands reach out to grab her tiny waist, aggressively yanking her back to my engorged cock.

The head grazes her round ass, spreading pre-cum over her velvety skin.

Thrusting her hips backward, she tries to increase the friction.

Dropping one hand from her waist, I finger her slick opening, happy to find that she’s primed and ready for me.

“God, I missed you.” I pull my fingers free, reaching around to give Olivia a taste of her own arousal.

The intoxicating scent blankets the air around us, increasing my yearning.

Her hot tongue licks up every drop as she grinds into me again, anxious for me to take her.

I don’t keep her waiting long. Not that I would ever want to.

Positioning my dick at her glistening entrance, I slip inside with one hard thrust causing a pleasurable moan to leave Olivia’s lips.

Her snug walls constrict around my cock, holding me captive. I am her willing prisoner.

The dampness of her arousal surrounds my length, making my eyes roll back.

I’ve never once worn a condom with her and I don’t think I could ever start. I’m addicted to the way her pussy feels when I’m buried deep inside, her tight body yielding to every vicious thrust.

“Yes,” she draws out the word. “You feel so good, Sebastian. Please fuck me.”

That’s all I need to hear.

Greedily, I start moving inside of her, my strokes powerful. My pelvis smacks against the supple flesh of her ass, the noise mingling with the sound of Olivia’s lustful moans.

Passion overpowers me as I fuck her hard and fast, torrents of pleasure propelling me forward.

If I’m not careful, I’ll be coming in seconds.

Gradually slowing my thrusts, I shudder as desire runs rampant through my body and travels up my sweat slicked spine.

“I’m addicted to you, Olivia.”

Insatiable, I will never get enough of her.

Hands groping her round ass cheeks, I drop my gaze and watch as her pussy coats my length in a flood of her sweet juices.

Suddenly she stills and her hands flail behind her madly, trying to bring me closer as she begins shaking uncontrollably.

“You’re coming for me, aren’t you, baby?” I ask while she slumps forward with a barely audible whimper, succumbing to the mounting pleasure wracking her small frame.

“That’s right baby. Come all over my cock. I want it all,” I egg her on.

Reclaiming my previous pace, I slam into her as she continues to shudder and gasp for air.

Gathering a handful of her hair, I tug slightly as my own release starts crashing into me.

Unable to restrain myself, I shout her name as my hips thrust into her fervently. She’s stretched to the limit as my cock surges ready to explode inside of her.

Seconds later, I’m slumped against her back riding out the final waves of my climax.

“Kiss me,” I demand once we both catch our breath.

I take a step back and allow my softening erection to slip out of her so that she can turn and oblige me.

When Olivia turns around, her green eyes are hazy with complete satisfaction and nothing pleases me more than knowing I’m the one who put that look on her face.

Kissing me hard, Olivia fondles my cock. Her palm grips me firmly, her fingers smearing the sticky residue of our mixed arousal.

“That was amazing,” she pauses to kiss me. “But this time I want to ride you.”

In a matter of seconds, I’m hard again.

“I think we can make that happen.”

Her smile is inviting as she walks over to the chair in the corner of the suite and waits for me to join her.

I think I might love this woman.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN





SEBASTIAN DOWNS





“So tell me about this dickhead boss of yours,” I request, winding a loose strand of Olivia’s hair around my finger as she lays on my chest.