Page 212 of Wicked Fantasies

Moving to her entrance, he pushed into her one inch at a time, making sure she could accommodate him this way. She was so small; he sometimes wondered that she could take him into her body at all. His concerns were obviously unfounded when she began her lovely, demanding pleas.

“More!” She thrust back at him in an attempt to quicken his pace. Gripping her hips firmly, he held her in place, giving her no choice but to accept his will.

“Damn you,” she hissed. “Move. Faster. Harder.”

Still he held firm on his resolve until her last word.

“Please,” she whispered.

Recalling her torments of the night before, Rob decided to exact his own sweet revenge on his little temptress. Pulling completely out of her, despite her angry cries, he replaced his cock with his hand, gathering up her copious juices before moving his soaked finger back to her anus. She stiffened at the first touch of his finger breeching the tight portal.

“Rob,” she replied breathlessly, “I’ve never--”

“Shh,” he hushed her. “I won’t hurt you. I want to play a little. I believe I promised retribution for last night, you little tease.” His words were light and he felt her relax, again amazed by her limitless trust in him.

Continuing to lubricate her, he slowly worked his finger in and out of her, rejoicing when he felt her begin to push back against it.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “God, Rob. I need you so badly.”

Once again, he lost the battle against her soft, willing body and lovely demands. Unable to resist, he thrust into her with all the power and strength left in his body and she countered each parry with her own movements. Her whimpers and moans of satisfaction were the impetus he needed. Leaving his finger in her anus, he buried his cock over and over in her wet warmth, fucking her with both. He felt the moment her orgasm claimed her as her pussy clamped down hard on his throbbing cock and her ass clenched his finger so tightly he thought it would break. The power of her climax was all it took to drag him along, his seed shooting out like bullets from a gun.

Pulling out of her body, he dragged her limp form over to him, cuddling her in the crook of his arm.

“Wow,” she whispered as he felt her drift into an instantaneous sleep.

A grin tugged at his lips at her words. “Wow,” he repeated as he followed her into deep slumber.

Chapter Eight

It was nearly 2 a.m. when Rob made his way to the hotel bar. Given the late hour, most of the hotel patrons had called it a night or were so far into their cups they didn’t notice as he entered and planted himself at the darkest corner table. Meg was sleeping blissfully in his bed. After they roused on the floor, they ordered room service and then fed each other dinner in bed, taking turns using various body parts as utensils and plates. He was amazed that no matter how many times and how many ways he had her, he still came back begging for more. He also found himself jealous of her clear conscience as his own peaceful rest managed to elude him.

“Good evening sir.” Glancing up, he was surprised to find Pierre, the hotel manager. Pierre had worked for him since Rob had graduated from Harvard Business School and over the years, their relationship had evolved from employer/employee to one resembling a friendship.

“Pierre.” Rob gestured for the man to join him. “It’s good to see you again.”

Pierre had served as Rob’s right hand man for nearly a decade, traveling all over the world with him. However, when Pierre announced his desire to go into semi-retirement after a minor heart attack, Rob suggested he come manage this resort on Eden Isle. He knew of all the places they visited, this small island was Pierre’s favorite stop. He also knew the resort practically ran itself and the job would not cause Pierre undue stress and, apart from the Timothy ordeal, he’d been correct.

“I knew you would visit when you had the time,” Pierre said, his eyebrows raised.

Rob refused to rise to the man’s bait. No doubt he was overwhelmed with curiosity over Rob’s unexpected roommate. “That reminds me,” he began. “Has Meg’s luggage arrived yet?” He knew she was worried sick about losing all her pretty new things, despite Rob’s assurances he would buy her a whole new wardrobe if her clothes didn’t arrive.

“Not yet, sir,” Pierre answered. “I did call the airport as you requested. Once I mentioned your concern over the matter, the head concierge was consulted and I was assured it would be located. I would be surprised if it didn’t arrive first thing in the morning.”

“Very good. And her rental car?”

“Has been towed back to the airport,” Pierre was clearly used to taking care of many onerous tasks for Rob, whose days were filled with meetings and events.

“Good,” Rob replied. “Thank you.”

“The weather is already clearing and the forecast is calling for a return of sunshine. Might you actually partake of some of this weekend’s events?”

Rob smiled at the old man’s wily ways. He was like a dog with a bone when he wanted to know what Rob was up to. However, being a diligent employee and steadfast gentleman, he refused to ask bluntly who the hell the woman was in his room and what in the hell was he doing with her.

Usually, Rob took great pleasure in leaving him dangling, but tonight he simply didn’t have the energy.

“I promised to take her to Lover’s Lane. Did you know she’d never seen the ocean before today?”

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