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“Don’t move a muscle,” he warned, kissing the center of her ass before heading in the direction of the bedroom. Why hadn’t he planned better and had a condom in his pocket?
Seconds later he returned to the suite’s living space, the box of foil-wrapped rubbers clutched in his hand. The sight of the naked beauty splayed out for the taking took his breath away. How had he gotten lucky enough to find her this weekend?
Ripping open a packet, Elijah slid the condom into place, taking a moment to stroke his shaft in an attempt to tamp down his own need. The last thing he wanted to do was come in a few strokes like a chump. Only after lowering his own heat did he reach out to run his fingers through her dripping slit, loving how puffed her clit was.
“Such a dirty girl. You like being on display like that couple we saw downstairs, don’t you?”
Reagan’s body had already answered his question, but he wanted to hear her admit it out loud. When she didn’t comply, he weighed his options. He could let it slide, or…
The echo of his palm smacking her butt cheek stoked his own desire higher, but that was nothing compared to what the sound of Reagan’s surprised squeak did to the hardness of his shaft.
He held his breath, waiting for her to spin and tell him off. Instead, the naked woman just inches away wiggled her ass like an invitation for more. It served like a red cape in front of a bull—making him hungry to charge forward, but not until he tested the waters with a second and then third spank to Reagan’s milky-white ass.
Even with the lightest swats, her skin turned a pale shade of pink where he’d left his mark. Christ, he could paint a masterpiece across her body with the toys in his playbag.
Focus, Keaton. The sex will be enough.
It had to be.
Elijah closed the last few inches between them, adjusting the width of her spread legs until her wet pussy was at the perfect height to be taken. Her only warning of what was coming was one swipe of the tip of his cock through her copiously juiced slit, ensuring her body was ready to be breached.
And breach he did. One strong thrust forward as he yanked back on her hips had him seated inside her body. It was a toss-up which one of them gasped louder.
Elijah closed his eyes as he held his position, letting the tightness of her pussy gripping his shaft drive his need higher. Like minutes before, he fought to slow things down to ensure he wouldn’t come in ten pumps like an untried teenager instead of the seasoned dominant he was.
Reagan’s desperate “Please,” flamed his own need higher.
“Please what?” he ground out, pressing against her harder until he heard her forehead bang into the glass window.
“More… I need… more…” she pleaded.
Good thing, because he did too.
Elijah pulled out until only the tip of his engorged shaft maintained their connection. He held there long enough for Reagan to rock back on her knees in an attempt to take him inside her again.
His palm cracked against her ass again as he warned, “Naughty girl. You’ll take what I give you—when I give it to you. Do you understand?”
Since when did he have a quaver in his own voice? It was the tiniest warble that betrayed just how precarious the power dynamics between them felt. He was in uncharted territory.
Reagan’s submissive “Yes,” was almost perfect. If only she’d tacked on a ‘sir’ after her acquiescence, but that wasn’t part of the weekend agreement, so a plain yes would have to be enough.
Elijah thrusts forward again, this time not lingering inside her for longer than a split second before pulling out and lungingforward again—deeper… harder. She was impossibly tight. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft as he set a fast pace. Their naked flesh slapped together, the tempo creating the perfect soundtrack of debauchery.
The nonsensical whimpers she was making sounded distant as his ears filled with the pounding thud of his own racing heart. He gripped her like a lifeline, digging his fingers into her curvy hips as he pushed and pulled her languid body as if she were a rag doll.
Hot cum boiled up inside him, threatening to erupt like a too-long dormant volcano. He staved off the urge to come for as long as he could, wishing their first time would never end. But end it must, and even in his precarious state, he knew he couldn’t finish until he was sure Reagan had climaxed first.
Leaning down until his chest was flush against her back, Elijah hugged Reagan as he moved his left hand to the apex between her legs. She gasped as his fingers grazed her puffed clit, but it wasn’t until he pulled his cock all the way out of her tightness that she started flailing under him. Her desperation to be filled again was his kryptonite.
White spots masked his vision as he thrust forward while pinching her clit as hard as he could. Their bodies detonated together like a bomb—him squirting into the condom—her nearly collapsing from the power of her orgasm.
Hearing their ragged breathing was the first sign he was returning after his visit to nirvana. Reality slammed into him as he leaned up and took his first step away from her body. His bum knee almost buckled beneath him, and unfortunately, this collapse had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with pain.
Only years of practice helped him hide the sudden burst of agony from his companion. He wouldn’t be wasting even a moment of their short time together complaining about his oldman aches and pains. There would be plenty of time to nurse his wounds once he got back to L.A. and his daily grind. They had only a few more hours together, and Elijah was determined to make those as special as possible—for both of them.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
REAGAN
