Page 17 of My Dad's Best Friend

I kiss her forehead before taking my arm back and reaching for the robes close by.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“We still have a bottle of champagne to drink,” I remind her. “And a hot tub to enjoy.”

“That’s right,” she says, almost sleepily. “I forgot about that.”

“I haven’t worn you out, have I?”

“No,” she says, stretching. She reaches out to me as I hold the other robe.

“I don’t know that I’m ready for you to cover yourself up,” I say. “You stay right there, and I’m going to run the hot tub. And don’t you dare take those heels off.”

I’m loathed to part with her, even though we’re in the same suite. My cock is already aching for her again. I want her so badly. Once wasn’t enough. I want to fill her again and again, pumping her full of me, making sure my claim is well and truly known to her.

I fiddle with the hot tub where the two windows meet and look out over the city. Marie isn’t wrong. It’s a nice view, though I’d rather look at her.

The hotel is situated just outside of the city’s center, making it the tallest building within a few blocks, meaning there was complete privacy through the windows on the top floor. No other buildings came close to its height, and is indented in enough that if the hotel wanted, they could add a balcony to the suite.

When the hot tub is full, I turn on the jets, and discover there are even multi-colored lights that change in the bottom of it, creating a rainbow effect. It doesn’t matter to me whether or not they’re on, but I think Marie will like them, so I leave them.

I pour her a glass of bubbly before returning to the bedroom.

She’s stretched out on her back with her eyes closed, her arm up over her head, her auburn hair splayed across the bedding. Her breasts pointing straight at the ceiling, and I can’t help but think that she looks like one of the Grecian statues I saw while traveling.

My cock is already getting hard under my robe again. If I keep staring at her, I’m going to be sliding into that little pussy again before she has the chance to wake up.

“Are you asleep?” I ask.

“Nope,” she says, her eyes closed on the pillow.

“Good, because we’re not done yet.”

Marie’s large eyes open and move up my body as I sit next to her on the bed. I pass her a glass and I offer her a hand to help her out of bed. She reaches for her robe but I slap her hand away.

“Who said you could get dressed?” I ask.

“I was just going for a robe,” she says.

“I have towels by the tub, which is exactly where we’re going next.”

A wicked smile touches her lips. “Oh,” she says. She straightens herself, pushing her shoulders back as she takes a sip of the champagne. She flicks her hair back over her shoulder and walks out of the room in confidence.

That’s my girl.

That’s my fucking woman.

I watch her tight ass as I follow her out of the room, around the corner, black heels clicking on the white tile of the hotel room. It’s like she was born to be this way, to stride through luxury naked, fully exposed, and showing off her body in those shoes.

With every step, my cock grows harder in my robe, watching her. She pauses before she gets too close to the window.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s pretty public out here.”

“Then let’s show them all you’re mine,” I say, my stride taking me closer to her.

“I don’t think they need to know that,” she says, turning her upper body to face me, her hips still facing toward the hot tub. Fuck, she’s sexy.

“I want them to know that you’re all mine,” I say, my hand sliding along her hip, down to her mound, finding that soft triangle of manicured hair she’s shaped just for me, and brushing my fingertips across the top of her slit. “No one else has you, and I’m going to make damn sure every person out there knows it.”

I press her against me, my other hand full of her breast, her hardening nipple between my fingers. My cock is hard against her back and I want so badly to slide it down between her ass cheeks to her wet pussy and drive in straight into her.

She leans her head back, her lips parting at the feel of my cock against her. I kiss her neck and groan at how good she tastes. I’ve never tasted skin as sweet as hers. My fingers part her lips between her legs and I dip my finger into her opening. She’s slick and wanting and her breath catches at my touch.

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