Page 45 of On the Ropes

“Hey! I got those special. They match my dress,” Abbey complained, though there wasn’t much bite in her tone.

He snickered and put the panties in his pocket. “I’ll get you another pair. Now spread those legs, baby, let me look at my pussy.”

Abbey smirked. “Your pussy?”

Luke raised a brow and took a hold of her legs. “Damn straight it’s mine.”

She placed her hands on his and spread her thighs wide for him. Good girl. The sight of her glistening wet pussy had him throbbing in his pants. His cock was so hard it hurt. He had wondered if Abbey shaved or waxed but was relieved to see her blonde pussy hair was neatly trimmed. He preferred a more natural look. Fuck, he just preferred Abbey. Period. Pussy hair or bare, it didn’t matter.

He pulled her hips forward so she sat right at edge of the car seat. She leaned back and closed her eyes. He got the hint and leaned in, inhaling the sweet musky fragrance that was Abbey. That belonged to him. “Spread your pussy lips apart for me, baby.”

Abbey didn’t hesitate and pulled her labia apart for him. That’s my girl. With him, he knew she felt less inhibited. She could turn that amazing brain of hers off for a little while and turn herself completely over to him. It was a heady feeling. Made him feel fucking amazing.

The sight of her glistening wet cunt make his mouth water. He could see her swollen clit peeking out from under its hood. She was perfect. She was his.

Luke swiped his tongue along the entire length of her slick pussy, from hole to clit. Abbey’s tangy natural flavor was like ambrosia on his tongue. One little taste would never be enough. Abbey’s sweet little whimper had him smiling. It wouldn’t take long to get his princess off.

Like a starving man, he devoured Abbey’s pussy, licking and laving at her. Tonguing her hole and nipping at her hard little clit until she was writhing against his face. She’d let go of her pussy lips and grabbed his head, tugging at his hair, pulling him closer, gyrating her hips against his probing tongue.

“Luke, please,” Abbey moaned.

His princess didn’t have to beg, not this time. He doubled down and inserted a finger inside her hot pussy. She clenched tightly around it. Luke’s cock throbbed, knowing it would be balls deep inside her hot, tight channel soon. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come in his pants like a teenager.

He flicked her clit over and over, her juices now coating his face, and he added a second finger. He worked over her clit and finger fucked her until she crashed over, screaming his name, sending a new wave of juices flowing from her pussy.

Abbey went limp in her seat, gasping for air. She let go of her death grip on him and gently stroked his hair. Luke removed his fingers and sucked them clean, savoring her taste. He tenderly licked her pussy clean as she squirmed, still sensitive after her orgasm. He placed a few soft kisses along her thighs and wiped his mouth with her hose, then put them in his pocket with her torn panties. He’d have to replace the hose too. He’d get her thigh highs instead. They’d be much easier to work with.

“Mr. Stryker, we’re two minutes from the Fairchild Hotel,” the driver announced through the speaker system.

Abbey startled, sitting up straight, trying to right herself. Luke gently moved her back against the car seat. He leaned in close, touching his lips to hers. “Taste yourself, princess.”

She tentatively ran her warm tongue along the seam of Luke’s lips. He plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth and she greedily lapped at him.

Reluctantly, Luke pulled away. He didn’t want to linger too long and risk embarrassing her if she didn’t feel put together by the time they arrived at the hotel. He never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable, especially in public. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, baby.”

Abbey shook her head and giggled. “I seriously doubt that.” She pulled her slip and dress back down into place.

Luke grabbed her shoes, holding them in his hand. Abbey reached for them, but he wouldn’t let them go. “Don’t doubt it, princess. Best. Thing. I’ve. Ever. Tasted.”

She rolled her eyes at him, took her shoes, and slipped them on. “Okay, if you say so.”

He gathered her evening bag and their cake container just as the limo stopped and the engine shut off. “I do say so. I almost came in my fucking pants.”

Two of Luke’s security detail met him and Abbey inside the Fairchild Hotel lobby doors. The luxurious hotel, located in Oak Brook, Illinois, minutes from Chicago O’Hare Airport was normally bustling, but at nearly one in the morning, it appeared quiet. The last thing he needed was to get deterred by Cobras fans when he wanted to get Abbey to his room as fast as possible so he could finally fuck her. He held on to her dainty hand, not wanting to lose their connection, even for a minute.

Luke noticed one solitary hotel front desk agent busy on their cell phone. “It’s quiet, Mr. Stryker. No issues,” one of the security men said. “Two men are waiting on your floor at the elevator doors to escort you to your room.”

Luke had reserved and paid for a block of rooms on the top floor for family and friends, including the honeymoon suite for Jake and Cassie. He’d ensured his and Abbey’s rooms were several rooms away from the block of reserved rooms and next to each other.

“Great, thanks. Let’s go, then.” Luke kissed Abbey gently, her essence still lingering on her warm, luscious lips. They were escorted through the vacant hotel lobby to the golden elevator banks. So far so good. No one’s noticed us.

They waited for the next available elevator and as the doors opened, a middle-aged couple dressed to the nines appeared out of nowhere. The man with a receding dark-brown hairline and a slight paunch in a designer black suit recognized Luke immediately. Shit. The man’s companion, a statuesque woman with red hair that obviously came out of a bottle, too much dark eye makeup, and a skin-tight, dark-blue cocktail dress showing off way too much cleavage, eyed Luke like he was a piece of meat. Double shit. So much for going unnoticed. Luke squeezed Abbey’s hand for assurance.

Luke’s security men stood at alert, watching the couple closely. Luke sighed. He just wanted to get to his room for shit’s sake. He needed Abbey something fierce. It had been ten long years. He should have been buried deep inside her by now.

Receding Hairline Man extended his hand and shook Luke’s hand firmly. He had a decent handshake, at least. “Luke Stryker! It’s great to meet you. I’m a Premier season ticket holder.” The redhead winked and slowly licked her lips.

Luke cringed inwardly. He wished Abbey didn’t have to witness this. He took a quick glance over at Abbey and she looked … amused. Great.

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