Page 16 of Refuel

“Why do you keep calling me baby? I’m not your girlfriend.”

“It’s a habit,” he said, opening the door of the room, and I walked inside.

“Nice penthouse,” I said, looking around. It was set up like the suite we had on either end of the hotel. Large, sunken living room, kitchen connected to the living room with a huge flat screen hanging from the ceiling, and large windows decorated in gold and cream colors. I stepped up to the window and watched over the city when I felt his presence behind me. His hands started below, slowly skimming from the bottom of my dress. I wore a short cocktail dress that could be pulled over my head. Kash’s hand slid up my stomach, as he pressed his groin behind me. My hand went flat on the window.

“Kashhh…” I groaned.

“You’re beautiful as fuck.”

“I bet you tell every woman that.”

He chuckled behind me, pulled my hair behind my ear, lingering a trail of kisses.

“I promise you’re the first one I’m thinking of doing many naughty things to without wanting anything in return,” he said, his breath tickling my ear.

“Mhmmm…” I moaned as his hand pulled both sides of my thong.

“Your voice sounds so sweet. How old are you?” Kash asked me.

“Old enough. I’m twenty-three, and you?” I asked as I turned around, helping him remove his jacket.

“Twenty-five,” he said, clasping me to him and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Our lips crashed into each other, and his tongue gave a teasing lap with my own. I ran a palm over his hair.

“Mmmmm…” he grunted, walking us back to his bedroom. I planted my feet down, removing my dress as he unbuckled his pants before rubbing up his muscular chest. His deep-brown eyes oozed a longing to want more than what the night was meant to be. If I were in another headspace, I could see something happening with Kash as a boyfriend. But the playboy I read about in all the gossip blogs was never a one-woman type of man.

“Lay on your back with your legs open,” Kash said.

I kept eye contact and walked backwards to the king-size bed and slid back. It was plush with cream and gold comforters. The rest of the room held a loveseat, small bar, and a vanity mirror with two large, horizontal windows. Kash crawled up the bed, taking his wallet out of his pocket and removing the condom. He tossed it on the bed as he laid flat on the bed, facing my sex.

“No turning back, Arianna.”

“I should say the same to you.”

He grinned, winked, and dove his tongue into my sex, causing me to arch off the bed at the moment of contact.

“Kash!” I moaned.

“Ahhhh…” Kash moaned.

“Fuck! Right there, touch me,” I purred.

“Tell me you like this?” Kash questioned.

Squirming in his arms, I couldn’t help it when my legs locked him in place, and one of my arms gripped his head as I braced for another shock of pleasure as his tongue swiped across my lips.

“Ughh… Kash,” I cried out, feeling his finger enter against my bud.

“Shit, you taste just like I thought,” Kash remarked, torching me with double penetration of his tongue and thumb.

“Please… K.k.k, I’m coming!” I screamed, feeling the sheets soaked with my juices.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Ahhhh! Yessss,” I said, feeling the room spin from the powerful orgasm. I tried to grab the pillow to put between my legs, and Kash chuckled, removing it as he picked the condom up and removed his pants and shoes.

“No time for sleeping, baby. I got you for the rest of the night, and I plan to keep you satisfied with my dick and tongue,” Kash told me, lying behind me and lifting my leg as he eased his dick into my pussy. I grasped the sheet as his pace picked up.

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