Page 66 of Texting Mr. Stranger

I’m happy to go on one of our nighttime adventures if you are,I text back.

Three dots appear. It’s laughable how significant those dots seem to me when they never did before. The idea of texting, by itself, having any special significance is laughable. Or itshouldbe, but not with Bella.

I thought you’d never ask.

I drive through the city in my bulletproof car, one hand resting on the wheel and the other resting on Bella’s thigh. My cock stirs every time she shifts in her seat. She’s wearing a summer dress that does a damn fine job of outlining her shape.

“Is there anywhere specific you want to go?” I ask. “Anything specific you want to do?”

Her hand tightens on mine when I say the worddo. I glance at her.Fuck. She’s looking at me with wide, excitable, almostdangerouseyes.

“What’s on your mind, my virgin virtuoso?”

For a moment, this almost lost look comes across her face. Or maybe it’s broken, terrified on some core level. It triggers something so deep inside me I almost can’t accept it. It feels so damn natural, like it was always there, waiting to be revealed. Then her look changes back. Am I going nuts?

“Just that …” she whispers. “It’s the whole V thing.”

My manhood gets rock-solid at the hitch in her voice. She gets raspy, almost like she’s on the edge of an orgasm right now.

“I always dreamed of losing it in this one hotel,” she goes on, my balls swelling the more she speaks. “The problem was, whenever I imagined it, I could never see a specific person. I couldn’t imagine doing it, so I stopped caring.” Her hand moves up and down her leg in the most tempting way, my cock twitching, aching.

“But I care now,” she whispers, “and I can do more than imagine it …”

“What hotel? And why that one?”

“It’s called The Grand Elysium. Mom used to work about a thousand jobs when I was a kid. She had one at this arcade, and this hotel was directly across the street. I used to imagine getting the big suite there. Think what it would be like to be one of those fancy people walking in and out.”

I pull up at the side of the road, leaning forward for my GPS unit. “Then that’s where we’ll go,” I growl.

I can’t think anymore. The lust inside me is swelling almost to a fever pitch. There’s a savage pumping moving through me, telling me not to even bother with the hotel. Grab her. Squeeze those thick hips. Hammer her until she can’t stop moaning in pleasure.

“Is it everything you imagined?” I ask, closing the curtains of the main suite and turning to Bella.

She stands like she’s posing specifically to make me wild, one leg forward so that her dress rides up and shows a glimpse of her thigh. The details of the suite fade into the background for me, though Bella was looking around wide-eyed when we first walked in.

Now, she walks toward me slowly, her chest rising and falling, drawing attention to those beautiful tits of hers.

“Are you sure about this?” I growl.

She stops, seeming shocked. “Aren’t you?”

I grab her hips and sink my fingers greedily into her thickness, pulling her against me. Pushing forward with my hips, I drive so that she can feel my hard dick pressing against her. “You can feel how sure I am.”

“Oh, Matt …”

She throws her arms around me, then jumps. What else am I going to do other than catch her? When she wraps her legs around me, I growl and slide my hand under her dress, grabbing her ass and carrying her into the bedroom. Laying her on the four-poster bed, I sink to my knees and slide her dress up.

When I pull her underwear down, I can’t think. It’s like her sexy scent is swirling around me, calling to me, begging me to lick her perfect pussy. Her core is glistening and looks so ready for my dick, but I want to make her even wetter.

She moans when I lean forward and press my mouth against her slit. Her hand slides down through my hair, her moans getting more intense as she scratches against me with her fingernails.

Her taste is so, so damn perfect. I press my hands into her thighs, pushing her legs open just a little more, groaning as I slide my tongue from her hole to her clit. Her moans hitch, then get even more intense as she rocks her hips against my face.

Oh, fuck. I press my thumb against her clit and move my tongue down to her hole. Sliding inside of her makes us both wild. She moans with even more urgency, and it just makes me even hotter and more obsessed. I can’t fight it anymore. I’m fucking savage for her—primal.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, as her pussy starts to pulse around my tongue. “Fuh-fuck me …”

I stand up, tearing at my clothes. She does the same. Both of us are acting on instinct now. The moment entirely consumes us. When she lies back down completely naked, I can’t look away.

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