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iggling and somehow managing to keep our hands on one another, we stumble our way into the hotel room. No, this isn’t a room, it’s a suite. A very expensive suite. Keaton is fancy as fuck and has to be loaded, too. I want to explore this amazing space in my dream hotel, but his lips on my neck are as distracting as his big hands that roam over my body.
“I want you so fucking bad, Anna, but I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he admits in between kisses that make a path down to my shoulder. I know he’s referring to the both of us having drunk our weight in alcohol, but the need for him is so strong.
“I appreciate you being so honorable, but if you keep your cock away from me any longer, my entire body might combust.” I brush my hands down his strong chest and sculpted torso until I reach the crotch of his pants and press against his impressive bulge, making him release a groan and creating a flood in my panties.
Keaton grabs my hips and hoists me onto the biggest king size bed I’ve ever seen, like I weigh nothing at all. Never has a man handled me in that way and I want more of it so badly. I love that he’s so strong and my curves don’t deter him, but instead he seems to genuinely love those parts of me. Lying in the humongous bed on my back, I prop up on my elbows to see the little show he’s giving me at the end of the bed. Slowly he pulls off his shirt and swings it around the air like some sort of cowboy before he tosses it to the side. The man on the plane memorizing the safety pamphlet and watching how to administer the oxygen masks with rapt attention is long gone. I have a feeling I am seeing a side of this man he doesn’t typically let out very often. And I’m loving every second of it.
“You gonna strip for me, Keaton?”
He gives me that sinful smirk of his where that damn dimple pops out and nods. Giving me a little wiggle of his hips, his hands move to his jeans.
“Let me.” I push myself up and crawl over to him on the bed. Looking into his crystal blue eyes, I have to ask, “If I try to unbuckle your pants, are you going to push me away again?”
“Baby, I will never push you away again. Now undo my pants before my dick gets a fucking imprint from my zipper.” Eagerly, I get the man unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. My hand reaches into his gray boxer briefs and gently grazes the tip of his hard, thick, and extraordinary cock.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he moans, but his eyes never leave mine.
My hand wraps around his shaft fully and I pull out the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Dicks aren’t pretty. It’s just a fact. But Keaton’s deserves a shrine. My hand pumps up and down, trying to show my appreciation, but as I go to move off the bed so I can have a taste, Keaton stops me.
“You first.”
His hands reach around and tug at the zipper on the cute dress we bought at our last stop for the night. As he moves it down, my nipples harden in anticipation. The dress gets caught at my full hips, but Keaton just presses me back against the bed so he can shimmy it off the rest of the way. As he does, his hands massage my hips and thighs, making noises of satisfaction that have my heart racing. God, he feels so good, and he’s barely touched me.
Once my dress is tossed to the floor, he repositions me so he can wrap around and unsnap my bra. I love the way this man just moves me around as though I’m weightless. With the final clasp undone, my breasts spring free of the barbaric contraption. Keaton lets out a deep moan that sends a jolt straight to my pussy. Large hands begin massaging my breast and then his mouth is descending upon them, first one nipple, then the next. “God, Anna, you’re so fucking perfect. I’ve wanted these gorgeous tits in my mouth from the second I saw you.”
I’m usually a girl who needs some help for things to come to fruition and so I have an arsenal of toys in my bedside table. Tonight, however, I think I could come from Keaton’s words alone.
After a generous amount of time appreciating my breast assets, he reaches down to the band of the simple white, cotton panties I’m wearing. I’m a little insecure that I don’t have something a bit sexier on, but the last thing I was thinking about when I got dressed this morning was that I’d be in a hotel suite with an absolute Adonis of a man treating me like a queen. He looks at me with a question in his eyes and just above a whisper I give him the confirmation he needs.
Keaton leans in and places a kiss on the inside of both thighs before peeling the fabric down my legs.
“You smell so good, Baby. I bet you taste even better.”
With no hesitation at all, he brings his tongue to my core and licks through my seam before placing a kiss at my clit. Herepeats the process again before he begins lapping me up like he’s dying of thirst. I’ve always been self-conscious about oral in the past, but between the alcohol and passion coursing through my veins, not to mention the fervor in which he’s tonguing my pussy, there is no room for my insecurities.
“Oh Keaton, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
His hands grip behind my thighs and then I’m yanked down until my ass is hanging off the bed. A whole new ravenous side of him comes out. Keaton’s tongue is relentless as it runs up my slit, circles my clit and then sucks my swollen bud into his mouth.
“Yes, Keaton! That feels so good. You’re so good at this,” I cry out.
His tongue continues its exploration, darting inside of me, then languidly licking my lips. I try to remain in position so he can continue but before I know it, my back is arching off the bed. My legs wrap around his back, pressing my thighs into his cheeks. He lets out an appreciative moan but doesn’t lose focus. Then I’m screaming through the most intense orgasm of my life.
I come down from the shattering moment with Keaton pulling me into his arms. “You’re fucking delicious, Baby.” Then he presses his lips to mine so I can taste it for myself. I’ve never experienced my own flavor before, but it mixed with the taste of Keaton is giving me a head rush of euphoria. When our lips are finally swollen and sore, we pull apart.
“Mmm, I like when you call me Baby. But what should I call you? Want me to reenact the book we’re both listening to?”
“You want me to be your Daddy, Baby?”
I bite my lip and decide to try it out. “You fuck me so good, Daddy.”
Keaton’s eyes widen and lock onto mine. I feel my lips tilting up in amusement. Then both of us are barking out laughs.
“No,” I huff out, “no I really don’t. Damn, it’s hot to read about, but I just can’t in real life. Ugh, I was really hoping to give you a name.”
“I have a name, Baby,” Keaton smiles at me, lifting my hand and placing a gentle kiss on the fourth finger of my left hand. “You can call me Husband.”
