Because yeah, I was getting in my feelings over the woman. I wanted to wrap her up, put her in my luggage, and drag her to my next trade station. I wanted to wake up with her tomorrow and smile knowing she was going to be by my side through this new transition in my life. I wanted... damn, I wanted too much.
And all from a woman I barely knew.
Rose waltzes back in the room with two strips of condoms in hand. I raise my brow at her, but she just shrugs. “You a one-trick pony?”
I choke out a laugh as I shake my head. “Not in the slightest. Just surprised to see you this prepared.”
“I figure there's a lot of places in this area we can hit up. There's more spread across the bed for when we make our way in there too.” Her words are sultry, her desire evident in each syllable as she crawls back into my lap.
She rips open a packet with urgency, then hovers just over my length as if she wants further permission to move ahead. I grunt as I grab her hands and push them further down.
“You've got consent, Ace. All the consent. Every drop. Have your way with me, woman.”
Giggles fill the room as she rolls the latex down to the base. “Good to know.”
In a flash, she's stripped the last bit of clothing off her body, a tiny white thong that matched her bra, then she's sliding down my cock until she's seated. Hip to hip, I'm buried deep inside her with not a thought in my mind besides holy fuck, this is heaven.
“Move, baby. I need you to move before I flip us over and show you how bad I want this.” My grip on her hips is firm as her walls squeeze me impossibly tighter.
Rose moves her hands over my chest up toward my shoulders. Once there, she shifts to hold my neck. I'm forced to look her way. In her eyes I see the barely contained need that matches mine. It's a reflection of everything running through me.
“Remember how I told you what I just retired from?”
Her question stuns me for a moment before I can recall the conversation. The pleasure is almost too blinding to think straight.
I nod as I give a gruff, “Yeah, I remember.”
She grins at me with a twinkle in her eye that can only mean trouble. “Let me show you just how good I am at staying on a rough ride.”
The second her hips lift and slam back down on my length, I lose all sense of reason. I'm a goner, completely lost to the pleasure her body sends my way. Her movements are slowly building, yet I feel like I've already sunk into the deep end of this... this thing between us. I'm barely holding onto my composure, barely anything more than an animal in need of breeding the prey in its grasp.
Except, I think it might be that I'm the prey in this scenario. I feel like that's the more accurate statement as Rose continues to ride me. Her hands grip my shoulders as her head tilts up towards the ceiling. Her focus is fully on the speed and movement of her body on my cock. She's ruining me for all other women. I can't imagine anyone ever meeting this new standard of fucking.
“Yes! God, yes!” Her cries echo around the room, blending with the sound of slapping skin and the grunting I can't seem to stop since words are lost to me. I want to tell her how good she feels. I want to praise her for the fucking dynamite way she gives me all of herself. I want... fuck, I want it all. Every bit of her.
My hand goes taut against her hips as I raise my hips on her next thrust. The movement is jarring, so much so that her gaze snaps down to me from where it had been tossed back in pleasure. That sparkle in her eye is there, though it's surrounded by intense pleasure. I'm not sure how she's containing it all.
“I've ridden my share of bucking bulls. You won't throw me off, big boy,” she tells me with a tantalizing grin.
Shaking my head, I thrust forward again as I use my other hand to cradle the base of her skull. “Don't want to buck you off, Ace. I just want to make sure you feel me tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.”
I punctuate each sentence with another drive up of my hips. Thank fuck for the trainers who force me to do squats and hip thrusts all the time during practice. The movement comes in handy now, and I try to break apart the woman who has utterly destroyed me.
Her body begins to shake, her composure cracking in my grasp. Seeing her come undone gives me the fuel to shower her with the words I'd been struggling to form.
“That's it, my little Ace. Come on my cock. Show me how tight that pussy can squeeze me.” I suck along her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in my wake. Anyone who looks at her after this will know just how good she was fucked. They'll know just how thorough I was with her body.
Can't say I'm too mad to have my marks there as a deterrent for anyone who might think they can do better than me.
“Close. So close,” she whimpers as her hips lose their speed and her pacing turns choppy.
Not wanting to lose the momentum she worked hard to build, I lift her hips and drop her down on my length with enough force to send her over the edge. “I've got you.”
I lift her up and down twice more before the break happens. Rose shatters in my arms as her body convulses. Her pussy squeezes me so hard, it sets off my own orgasm. I spill my release with a roar as my mouth slams over hers in a hungry kiss. It's not because I want to cover her cries. Fuck that. Let the whole strip hear us. But damn if I don't want another taste. Fuck me if I can't slide my tongue over her again to show her just what she does to me.
When we pull apart, we're both still panting. Our breaths mingle from how close we stay, our foreheads pressed together as if we don't want to separate.
“Great ride, Ace. More than eight seconds, that's for sure.” Her laugh is boisterous, and though I'd sworn long ago to be a man who ducked out before a woman ever could, I feel myself wanting to stay. I find it hard to even picture leaving her after this.