Sex Retreat(87)

“That’s all that matters then,” she said, cupping his cheek.

What started out as an innocent touch soon turned provocative. Mitch leaned forward and gave her a bruising kiss, his tongue traveling through her lips on a ravenous journey.

“I need to make a believer out of you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her from the bed.

“Mitch, someone will walk in and catch us,” she warned him, but her pussy was already damp and ready for him.

He carried her to the bathroom and locked the door. Immediately, he released her, working his belt through the loops and yanking down his zipper as if he were desperate to thrust his cock inside her.

“So much for controlled training,” Trixie teased.

His hooded eyes turned darker and his jaw tensed.

She witnessed the internal debate when he hesitated. Then, as if he realized time was of the essence and there was very little to waste, he hoisted her into his arms, pushed her hospital gown up to her waist, and cupped her bare ass.

“I always loved these gowns,” he whispered across her lips. “Patients rarely wear their undergarments.”

“This patient was hoping for a good romp from one of her men,” she whispered, arching her neck and moaning aloud as he thrust inside her.

His lips went to her neck. He covered her skin with wet kisses, his breathing ragged as he hammered inside her pussy.

God, she loved this man, the unbridled passion he stirred within her, the unadulterated lust he instilled in her.

“Oh my God, Mitch,” she breathed, her breasts throbbing as she reached under her gown and tweaked her own nipples, watching his dark eyes as he acknowledged her actions.

Pinning her hips to the walls, he stared down at her pussy. “Such a beautiful submissive woman.”

On the other side of the door, someone knocked. “Mrs. Sheldon, are you all right in there?”

Mitch didn’t stop fucking her. The door shimmied behind her. Trixie was lost, so drunk on the lust, she could barely call out, “Just a minute!”

“You need more than a minute, lover,” Mitch said, nipping her ear.

Her pussy clenched around his cock as he hammered forward. Beads of sweat peppered his brow as he worked for her release and his own, determined to finish regardless of who stood on the other side of the door.

Trixie climbed him like a ladder. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he screwed himself tighter inside her walls.

Her mouth fell open as the pleasure consumed her. Her pussy milked his cock, vibrated around him.

“More,” she breathed.

“Want some more, do you?” he asked, pulling out and dropping to his knees. “I’ve got more, baby.”

He blew a soft breath over her clit and stuffed three fingers inside her, twirling them high, making her crazy as his tongue swirled around the stiff digits. He licked her clit, flicking the hard button until she was moments, mere seconds away from an explosive end.

“Mitch, come here,” she whispered, trying to pull him to his feet. “The doctor is waiting.”

“He can stand by,” he said, pushing his fingers still higher.

Her body jerked in response. This was so incredible, too hot, so naughty.

Another knock fell upon the door.

“You two okay in there?” Brock. It was Brock’s voice on the other side. “The doctor is outside the room waiting for the two of you to finish whatever it is you’re doing in there.”

“Just a minute, Brock,” she rasped. “Just. Another. Second.”

Mitch glanced up and grinned. “I ain’t rushing this, sub.”

“Mitch, please,” she said, pumping her hips forward.

He gave her one long swipe. Then another. And one more.

“Right there. Oh God yeah, Mitch. Right there.” Her body swayed in response.

He rose to his feet then and hooked her legs around his waist once more. This time, when he entered her, he acted like a savage warrior, a man who wanted to dominate and claim.

Oh God, he was destroying her. She needed to come. She needed to feel him exploding inside her.

He worked his hips in a circular motion. Staring into her eyes, he asked, “How’s that feel, baby? Is this what you like?”

“Yes, yes,” she replied, cupping his neck and drawing his lips to hers.

She greedily took a kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside the heart of his warm, succulent mouth. Their tongues matched his cock’s rhythm and she moaned into their kiss, wanting to hear those words from her Dom, dying to hear him grant her the permission she needed.

Their lips parted. His mouth lingered only a breath away from her ear, the ragged breaths against her lobe tickling her senses and leaving her shivering in his arms.

“Let me come, my sweet Dom.”