Page 5 of Dirty Fortune

"You first."

The heat of his eyes could burn me if I'm not careful. I know I'm playing with fire, but Keith Matthews is mine tonight to do with whatever I want. I loosen his tie and take it off him, placing it next to the jacket on a nearby chair. I put my hands on his face, feeling the 5 o'clock shadow that's there and wondering why he's never let his beard grow. I'd bet he'd look delicious.

He kisses the palm of my hand, and I pull away before he takes charge. I start unbuttoning his shirt and take a deep breath after uncovering his chest. He's magnificent, and I caress the expanse of skin before me. I place a kiss where his heart is and pull the shirt from his pants, making sure to tease whatever patch of skin I uncover.

"I'm not a patient man, Princess."

"You can be patient for me."

I reach for his belt, and he stops me. "Give me something, Jules. I'm starved for you."

Having no desire to poke this bear, I quickly reach for my own buttons and remove my shirt. My skirt drops to the floor once I pull on the zipper and step out of my shoes in front of him. I'm wearing some lacy underwear I bought in case I would meet someone here. I am glad I did. Keith, however, looks like he wants to rip off my underwear.

"Do you always wear such enticing underwear?"

"No. I bought it for this trip."

"Hoping to get lucky?"

"Something like that."

“I thought you were aiming for celibate?” He teases.

A shadow briefly crosses his face, but it's gone before I can even figure out what it means. I move closer to him and unbuckle his belt. The leather is hard but supple at the same time, and once I've removed it, I rush to open up the button of his pants. He's already hard for me, but it still surprises me when I pull down his pants and boxers, and his cock springs out in front of me.

His member is beautiful, but right now, it's angry, and I think it needs my pussy. I lick my lips and wonder what he tastes like. I can't leave this room without finding out. It's a promise I make to myself.

I'm so captivated by the view that I flinch when he takes my chin and makes me look up at him. I blush profusely and try to avert my eyes.

"Look at me." He says with that sensual voice. "Are you hungry for my cock, Princess?"

He's got me in a trance. I can't even speak, so I just reach back and unhook my bra, removing it and tossing it aside. His breathing turns ragged, and he looks like he wants to devour me. I'm entirely okay with that plan. I turn around and lower my panties down, mooning him in the process. I hear the smack before I feel it, and I know it's well deserved. I straighten up immediately, but he pushes me closer to the bed and bends me down again.

"You're such a minx. I told you I'd have you ass-up for me tonight."

He gently rubs my ass as if to soften the previous blow. He separates my legs further, and then I feel his warm fingers teasing my wet slit.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me, Princess."

I hear him pick up his pants and search for something. A condom, I imagine. Why is he packing? A wave of rage goes through me. Always the bad boy, of course, he thought he'd get lucky in Las Vegas. Wasn't I expecting the same? It's the city of sin, after all. I hear the foil wrapper tear, and then his warm hands are on my ass, and his sheathed cock is teasing my entrance.

Yes, I need this. "Please, Keith."

"Please, what?"

"Please, fuck me."

Then he's inside me, filling me up completely. I can feel the warmth of his body against my ass, and for a moment, I wonder what it would be like to take him there. But his long, torturous thrusts bring me back from my errant thoughts into the moment. I feel him groaning behind me with every passionate plunge into my channel. My legs are starting to shake, and I feel my orgasm rapidly building inside me.

"Your pussy is so tight and delicious, princess. I could fuck you all night long. As a matter of fact, I think I will."

He stops his motion momentarily, and I panic that he's going to change positions when I'm right there. Then I feel his hands caressing my back, and he starts placing open-mouthed kisses up and down my spine. He mutters something that sounds like you're beautiful and finally begins thrusting again. By now, it's more like pounding, and I'm almost ready to burst.

Reaching down, he starts massaging my bundle of nerves, and that is what makes everything click into place. I'm in heaven, and my pussy starts contracting, coaxing his own orgasm out of him. He doesn't stop rubbing my clit until I've ridden out my orgasm. Then I almost fall because my legs are like jelly. He lowers me down onto the bed and goes to throw out the condom.

When he returns, he lifts me up and uncovers the bed, setting me in the middle. Then he joins me and I instinctively put my head on his chest. Our breathing is still labored, and I close my eyes to take everything in. This won't be the last time we fuck tonight, but a small part of me wishes he made love to me instead.

But that would be the wrong thing to do.

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