Page 13 of Tropical Heat

“You’re not being very nice.” He smirked. “We had a deal.”

“Damn it. I need to come.”

“Maybe later.” Then he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me to his mouth. His tongue fucking my hole felt fantastic, but it would not make me come. Dante knew this, which of course, was why he was doing it. Desire to orgasm eventually became greater than my pride.

“Please, may I come?”

“Please what?” This time, he did not smile.

Unbelievable. He was really going to make me say it. “PleaseSir, may I come?”

“That's my good girl.” I shivered at his words and felt an unexplainable warmth spread through my body. Before I could further consider the implications, he sucked my clit between his lips. The resulting climax lasted far longer than any I had previously experienced.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I caught him pensively staring at me. Not completely sure I wanted to hear the answer, I asked, “What are you thinking about so intently?”

“I’m trying to decide if I want to fuck you long and slow, or fast and hard.”

I was enjoying the submissive role, and Dante had not asked for my input, so I silently contemplated the options. With his impressive girth, long and slow would probably be more comfortable. But fast and hard, usually produced my best orgasms. I rolled over to face him. “May I make a suggestion, Sir?”

He gave me a wicked grin and kissed me on the nose. “Yes, you may.”

“Why not do both?”

“You always know just the right thing to say. Such a good girl.” I gushed and realized if he kept calling me that, I would likely come before he even had his dick in me.

We kissed, soft and unhurried. But soon his hot lips against mine had me aching for more. Knees slightly bent, I spread my thighs and welcomed him. Dante, aware of his largeness, slowly eased in. With every delicious inch, I wanted more

Arms around his torso, I used my legs to pull him deeper. When at last he was all the way in, I contracted my pelvic floor and squeezed him tight, causing us both to give out a soft moan. Then he moved, and holy fuck.

It had been awhile, so my memory may have been a little cloudy, but I could not recall sex ever being so good, especially with a first time partner. We moved in perfect synch; the euphoria rising with each passing moment. I never wanted the feeling to end, but of course, the human body can only take so much stimulus before the cerebral cortex steps in. I knew I was getting close and could tell Dante was, too. “Please Sir, may I be allowed to come?”

A flicker of his eyes and the slightest of smiles told me he intended to make me beg. Part of me was appalled at how wet the idea made me. But the other part, the one currently in control of my mouth, loved the idea. “Sir, your cock is so amazing, I can’t take much more. Please, oh please let me come, Sir.”

“You are such a needy little thing, aren’t you.” His hips never slowed. If anything, he increased his pace. I dug at the sheets and scrunched my eyes, trying desperately to hold back.

“Only with you, Sir.”

“Then you have my permission to come.” The words were only halfway out of his mouth before my body convulsed and I tumbled over the edge. So intense was my orgasm that I was only slightly aware of his own climax filling me.

“Such a Good Girl,” he murmured, triggering a small after quake between my thighs.

Not only was Dante well hung, he also recovered quickly. The second time—fast and hard—was even better.

Our thirst temporarily sated, I was lying with my leg over top of Dante's thigh. His stomach grumbled, reminding me I had promised him breakfast. I got out of bed and slipped on his uniform shirt.

While I worked on the sandwiches, Dante explored the dark paneled confines of my tiny motel room. “I know what you are wondering. How does a successful doctor end up living in a shithole like this?

“It's not that bad.”

“I appreciate the lie, but we both know better,” I said. “Buying is not an option right now and when I took the job, I didn’t know how hard it would be to find a place to rent.”

“I can relate. Last year I had to make a change of address. The sad reality is, like many places, Turtle Key has more people than there is housing for. I got lucky. A friend had an extra bedroom in his house and gave me a hell of a deal on the rent.”

“Yeah. I'm realizing I might have to consider a roommate. But I still have time. The lease here isn’t up until the end of the month.”

“There’s an empty bedroom where I’m at now. I can see if he’s interested in renting it out.”

Obviously, I had no trouble sleeping with a man I barely knew and would probably fuck Dante again. But sharing an address with him was out of the question. “Thanks. I'll keep it in mind. But for now, I think I'll keep looking.”

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