Page 6 of Tammaro DeLuca

Out again and then back to the hilt.

“Fuck! Fu-ck! Mmm…” She sounded as if I’d put salve on a burning wound she needed relief from. One that she needed to be soothed, and I was about to soothe all of her aches.

“You wanted this, though, right?”

“Hell, yeah. Gimme, baby.”

I rode that ass like she paid me to be here. Her ass smacked my groin every time I pulled back. I spanked her and her voice broke mid-moan.

“Mhm … Mhm…”

She liked it rough. The harder I bucked, the wetter she got. Her cries and pleads got louder, as if she wanted the entire hotel to know she was getting torn up. I didn’t let up. Back arched, I pressed her head into the mattress so I could go deeper.

“Yes!” she shouted suddenly.

“Fucking right, baby. You feel it.”

“So good. Need to put a leash on that motherfucker.” She said as she rode my dick.

“The way your pussy is pulsing and gripping it, I don’t need to. She’s choking it like she owns him.” I growled, loving the fit like it was a glove on my hand.

“Right now, it’s hers. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be inside.”

“She’s weeping.” I teased.

“Tears of joy.” She crooned.

“No reason for her to stop now.” I encouraged. I lifted each leg, so she kneeled on the bed on all four. “Hold on.” I warned.

“Uh … uh… oh!” She bucked, and I helped to lift her back up.

“What happened to all the crap you were talking before?” I asked her.

“I’m here … I’m here…”

I chuckled and spanked her ass cheek again, firmer this time, pushing to see her limits. Every time, she was on board. That’s when I noticed her legs shaking. She pressed back hard, and it was enough to trigger a unique sensation. It was my turn. I gripped her hips and got up on her. Bucking on top of her ass, a cushion that welcomed me. A different angel, different feel, and now I was chasing a high that I was hellbent on capturing. As I came, I fucked my relief into her. Didn’t matter if I broke the condom. She was about to be my queen and an heir would only serve my intentions.

“Shit, Ro!” she panted.

“I know. As soon as I catch my breath, I’m back in here.”

“You're kidding, right?”

I chuckled and looked down at my dick. I removed the condom, stood up, and flushed it. On my way out of the bathroom, I considered taking a shower. Nope, I'll wait until morning. Because I was about to spend all night inside her guilt free. I'd worry about the outcome later.

YOLANDA

After the good-good with Ro, I slept wonderfully. It’d been a long time since I’d had dick that damn good. I lost count of how many times we had sex. I fell into a coma so deep that it felt like it’d been days when I woke up. However, it was only six a.m. and I didn’t need another wink. I slipped out of bed and went into the living room where I stashed my work things. I set up at the desk and jumped into my caseload.

“Good morning.” I heard Ro before I looked up to see him.

“Grand risings.” I responded. I noted the time, and I’d immersed myself in files for four hours.

Ro was fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. I let my eyes linger on his chest and the defined lines in his torso. He was solid, yet lean. His muscles in his arms conveyed how easily he lifted me last night. It wasn’t grossly chiseled, but they were nicely toned. Absentmindedly, I teased the pen I was holding across my lips, letting the sensations further arouse me. His thigh was visible between the slight gap in the towel and he was thickening–lengthening underneath.

“Need something, baby?”

I did. Him.

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