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It spurred Kathryn on—so much that she was almost on the brink of exploding by the time the elevator dinged open. To her shock, Bryan withdrew his fingers and kissed her deeply, then pulled her out of the elevator. Dazed, Kathryn followed, mumbling her room number as her pussy throbbed with the lack of release.

She barely had time to card in their entrance before Bryan was pressing her against the door. She heard him unzip his pants, and shock made her gasp as he ripped at her panties until it was completely gone. Then, in one swift move, his cock entered her, huge and pulsing and absolutely glorious.

He was so, so big—and so unexpected. The climax that eluded her shattered her now, so viciously that she couldn’t help but rake her nails against his shoulder blades. He responded as if in pleasure and only drove inside her harder, fucking her with his cock in an animalistic manner. He pounded in and out of her as she clenched in her release, and it only intensified the feeling.

But Bryan stopped again and pulled out of her at the last second, kissing her as he did so. His mouth sucked on her tongue, and he slowly slid her dress down until her bra was visible. His hand took her wrists and held them above her head, imprisoning her as his other hand yanked her bra down, revealing her tits. The way his eyes narrowed in hunger made her areolas stiffen, and they rose and fell as her breath sharpened.

Then his mouth closed over one pebbled nipple, and she was lost in pleasure to think further. It spread all over her body, especially when Bryan’s rough handling alternated to her other nipple. While he sucked and teased with his tongue and teeth, his hand went on down and played with her clit, running over the swollen nub over and over until lusty moans were coming out of her mouth.

It felt so good. Bryan worshipped her body, telling her the sweetest compliments while continuing his hard caresses. The contrast was mind blowing, and Kathryn found herself over the edge again. Her eyes widened when he suddenly plunged his digits inside her, at the same time his tongue licked a path down. Then that tongue was sucking her clit, and she was exploding with an incoherent cry.

Bryan didn’t stop there. He pleasured her body over and over, making her orgasm twice more before carrying her over to the bed when she was so weak in the knees to do so. Then he kissed and touched her everywhere again, alternating between rough touches and soft kisses until she was vibrating for him. She tried to return the gesture by pushing him to his back and swallowing his huge, black cock in her mouth, but he rolled her back and plunged inside her instead.

Bryan alternated angles, from deep and hard to slow and sensual, fucking her with so much intensity. His black cock sliding in and out of her creamy pussy was such a sexy contrast, and she couldn’t help but beg him to give her more. With a glint in his eyes, Bryan sat up and took her with him until she was straddling him cowboy-style, giving her the control she needed to ram down on his hot cock repeatedly. With her consent, he slid his forefinger inside the hole in her ass, then slowly started thrusting in and out to match her rhythm. His shaft was an active participant, too, driving up at the same time she rammed down. They fucked like mindless animals, then his mouth sucked on her tits again.

It was too much. She rammed down one last time, her pussy clenching around him so hard and her hands gripping his hair as she sobbed out her release. Bryan swallowed her moans with his mouth, letting her ride it out. Then he was rolling her on her hands and knees and plunging back inside her, positioning his hips at an angle that only intensified her climax.

A few seconds later, he was exploding violently as well, his seed spilling on her back.

When he was done, Bryan kissed her sweetly on the shoulder. Kathryn closed her eyes and smiled, her emotions rolling all over the place.

Never had she been so satisfied.

***

Half an hour later, she gave him a slow, sensual blowjob that rocked his balls, making sure to take her time and worship his body as much as he’d worshipped hers. Much later, when they were relaxing in bed in each other’s arms, Bryan asked more about her sexual problems with her husband, listening quietly as she slowly opened up to him. When she was done, he kissed her forehead affectionately.

“You know why we had amazing sex?” he asked.

Kathryn smiled and cuddled closer. “Because we’re attracted to each other.”

Bryan nodded. “Exactly. Do you remember what attracted you to your husband before things got boring?”

Kathryn thought it over, remembering Philip’s hard, muscled body and beautiful eyes. Then there was his monster cock, which knew no boundaries. Hesitantly, she enumerated them to Bryan, not sure what he was getting at.

“Focus on those,” Bryan urged her. “Recapture that attraction. Also, worship each other—like what you and I had done with our bodies. There’s no need to rush when it comes to sex. Surprise him and blow his mind. Tell him everything you want done to your body. He’ll love it. Don’t be a silent participant.”

He dished out more advice, and Kathryn was amazed at how sound they were. He was right—she’d been treating sex with Philip as a chore, and it shouldn’t be, not when her husband was the one person, she loved more than anyone in the world.

Kathryn thanked Bryan, excited now to see Philip. Bryan smiled and kissed her, and soon they were all over each other again, intent on pleasuring.

Her heart ached as she thought of saying goodbye in the morning. But Kathryn kissed him back and tried to forget about it for now. He was hers tonight, and she was going to enjoy it while she could.





CHAPTER FIVE



Philip was nervous.

Being in Miami was a normal thing for him, due to his frequent business trips here. But that wasn’t what made him nervous.

Trying to find a comfortable position on the massage table, Philip tried to calm himself down. Nerves shot up his body, making him tight as a string as he waited for his masseuse. Normally, getting a massage wouldn’t have had him feeling like this, but this was a different type of trip altogether.

Today, he was going to find a woman here in Miami to get laid.

He thought of Kathryn in Jamaica and wondered how she was faring up. Then his thoughts became interrupted when the door opened and in came the masseuse. His eyes widened as he realized that it was a woman—not just any woman, but one who was practically made out of his wet dreams.

Holy hell.

She was tall, almost as tall as he was, a sharp contrast to his wife’s average height. She was also slim all over except for her ass and tits, which were huge for her frame but made her look sexier. Natural bronze skin completed the look, and in her shorts and top, it absolutely stood out and made her look like a golden statue. Completing the look were chocolate brown eyes and plump lips that looked ready to take his cock.

He hardened immediately and tried to hide it. The woman smiled and introduced herself in a friendly manner, telling him her name was Sandy and instructing him to position himself. Philip was relieved that this position hid his bulge from her, and he felt his nerves shoot up again.

Sandy’s fingers landed on his back with no preamble, practiced movements that felt like soft caresses. She then began to apply pressure at spots here and there, and they were so good that Philip felt himself relaxing out of his own accord. She talked to him in soothing tones, telling him that he was really tense but didn’t need to worry, because she was here to take care of him. Her voice had that raspy quality that soothed and aroused at the same time, and despite the nerves disappearing, his erection remained as hard as ever, pulsing against the massage table.

The masseuse alternated between soft and hard pressure, and soon Philip began to feel more aroused and relaxed. He closed his eyes and let himself fantasize about his gorgeous masseuse, and what he could do to that body if given the chance. He would fuck her so hard; she’d be screaming for more. He stifled a groan when her hands skipped his covered butt and went down his thighs, complimenting him about his muscles and hard body. Her body was tinged with admiration…and something he couldn’t identify.

Was she flirting with him?

He dismissed the idea when her hands didn’t go beyond the middle of his thighs, where the towel stopped. But God, she had magic hands, finding all his hidden kinks and making him repeatedly stifle his groans.

When she was done on his back, Sandy asked him to turn around so she could work on his front, and her smile was sweet when he rolled on his back. That admiring gaze slid down, and he watched her eyes widen and her mouth form an O as she finally noticed his bulge, which was tenting his towel.

“Oh, my,” she murmured, her tone light and playful. “You didn’t tell me you were hiding all that under your towel. You’re a big, big man, aren’t you?”

He swelled even further, which made her giggle. Eyes gleaming, she proceeded to massage his arms and shoulders on the front, but he noticed that her eyes kept straying to his covered erection. He himself couldn’t help from glancing at her breasts, which looked perky and especially round under her tight, thin top. He figured one snap would have that top falling, and the temptation was almost too much to bear.

The image of his mouth sucking on a taut nipple had him groaning out loud. She giggled again, her hands massaging down his muscled abdomen. She looked at him slyly, fluttering her lashes.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I don’t usually do this, but you’ve made me so curious, Mr. Andrews.”