Page 18 of Falling For His Badass

His boyish grin is back, then he puckers his lips for a butterfly kiss, and my heart totally melts, as I peck them. Then he leans away, as he instructs me to, “Hang on.” Crossing his arms, he grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it up over his head.

My eyes devour the sight of his massive pecs, eight-pack abs and tight, flat "V" that points to his cock still buried inside me.

“Use this to catch the evidence.” He says.

I take it from him as he slowly lowers our bodies until I’m able to stand on my own feet. Then I slide it between my legs, as he withdraws his cock and I cover my vagina with it to catch his cum.

He shuffles a couple of steps backward, kicks his shoes off, hooks his pants with his thumbs and pushes his pants to the floor, then steps out of them.

Naked! Butt ass naked. The site of his massive perfection stuns me. His body is absolutely beautiful! His upper body has muscles that bulge on top of muscles. His lower body has a cock that although hangs limp is still bigger than any other dick I’ve ever seen up close and personal, plus his legs are big, powerful, and straight. And in between, is a small waist with washboard abs, holding up a broad, massive chest with pecs that look permanently swole. “Damn, you are a stud,” slips out in a whisper as I gawk at him, openly admiring his stature.

He leans over, retrieves his briefs from his pants, and says, “Since you didn’t wear cum catchers, you’ll have to wear my briefs under your dress.”

“Cum catchers?”

“Yes ma’am. I guess you didn’t know that’s the sole purpose of women’s panties.”

“No. I didn’t know that.” I grin, as I inform him. “I’m not wearing your briefs.”

He smiles, as he kneels down. “You are if you don’t want everyone to see my cum running down your leg.” Then he holds one leg of his briefs open for my foot.

Looking down at him, I know he’s right. He did shoot a big wad of cum deep inside me and it’ll just drip down my leg if I don’t have something between them to catch it. I sigh as I slip one stiletto, then the other, into his briefs.

As he pulls them up, I remove his shirt from between my legs. “Just toss it on the floor.” He instructs, and when it lands, a big, wet, white spot confirms the size of load he dumped into me.

As he stands, he pops the waist band.

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As I bendover and put my pants back on, I smile at her, “You are beautiful, Lizzy.”

She cuts her eyes at me as she adjusts her clothes, “You don’t have to say that.” Her tone is stern as she looks away and I sense she thinks I’m just saying it because we fucked.

“Hey. Look at me.” I walk over in my bare feet and wait for her to comply. She stops fidgeting with her hair and looks up at me. “I mean it, Lizzy. I think you are beautiful.”

She blinks, stunned by the truth in my eyes and the sincerity in my voice. I leave her staring, walk back to my shoes, and slip my feet into them. Then I pick my shirt up off the floor, roll it up so the wet spot is hidden, and hold me hand out for hers. She walks over and slips it inside. I interlace our fingers, liking the way it bonds her to me, and I push the “L” for lobby on the panel. The elevator starts down and we ride in silence.

When the doors slide open, we are greeted by members of the staff. They have obviously been waiting on the elevator and no doubt, heard me banging Lizzy up against the wall and her screams of ecstasy from the knowing smirks on their faces.

I glance down at her as we walk past them. Her eyes are locked on the floor.

I don’t give a shit that everyone who sees us in this state, me half naked and Lizzy with messy hair, will know we’ve had wild spontaneous sex, but she’s embarrassed, and that I care about.

Before we enter the public lobby, I stop, smile down at her and tell her. “You look radiant right now, but ….” I begin to smooth her stray strands. She stares at me as I work. Her eyes show her appreciation and a tenderness for her wells up inside.

I tip her face up to mine, “Close your eyes, babe.” Then I wipe the smudges of mascara from under her eyes. When I’m finished, I can’t resist her pouty lips.I place a peck on them.

She whispers, “Thank you.”

God, this woman! I swear she does it for me!

We walk silentlyto my room, arm in arm and I know the next few minutes will be pivotal in my life. Now that we’ve fucked, will he say goodbye at the door, or will he want to come inside for more?

We round the corner and when I see my hotel room, my heart reacts. It starts to race at the thought that this could be goodbye. This could be the last few moments I get to spend with B.A. I sigh. At least the man of my dreams has a face now. At least when I dream about finding a man, I could love for a lifetime; I can close my eyes and remember him. Rather than closing my eyes and having to pretend. I take a deep breath to steady my racing heart.

When we arrive, I stare at the door and decide.

I will be the one who ends it.

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