Kayla felt she had hit the jackpot as she followed Tristan to an hotel that night after the party.
“How come I’ve never seen you around, beauty?” Tristan asked as they rode up the elevator.
“I work at TM, Mr Martin’s company, I’m Miss Madrigal’s assistant.
I’m also the daughter of Harrison George.”
She had already done her research, her family wasn’t as rich as Tristan’s but it was enough to leave her impression.
And she wanted to leave a good impression on him tonight so he’d date her.
She was sure he was already floored by her.
She had to get a rich man by all means.
As soon as they got into the suite, Tristan dropped her onto the bed, lying over her instantly and kissing her again.
His weight was delicious, and his body heat spread over her skin.
She widened her legs, letting him settle between her thighs.
Through their underwear, they connected.
The feel of his cock, big and steely, drew a groan of longing from her chest.
“Fuck me.” She gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging in.
“I need it.”
“You’re a wild little thing, and I love my women wild.” He stripped her bra away, then ducked to draw her right nipple into his mouth.
Kayla’s head almost exploded.
Does that mean he loves her already?!
“I can be wild for you anytime you want.” The sensation of his warm, wet tongue laving sent hot tingles of pleasure over her skin.
“You’ve been told before that you’re wild, naughty, and reckless?” He switched to her other breast.
“Reckless?”
“Yeah, you don’t know me.
I could be a kinky son-of-a-bitch with bad intentions.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
He raised his head and locked his gaze with hers for a second, his eyes flashing in the strip of light and his breaths coming quick.
“Such risk-taking deserves a spanking.”
“Fuck me first.” She grinned.
The guy was handsome, in a rugged, capable, thoroughly male way.
She’d really gotten lucky tonight.
And if she satisfied him well enough, she’d finally land herself a rich guy.
“You got it.”
A tightening around her hips, then a ripping sound.
Her panties had bitten the dust.
He yanked her right leg upward, looping it over his forearm.
The head of his condom-covered cock nudged her entrance.
A muscle flexed in his cheek as he stared down at her.
She held her breath.
Her damp pussy fluttered.
He wasn’t going to be gentle, he was going to ram in hard and fast and fill her with cock.
It was exactly what she wanted.
“Lord have mercy,” he muttered then drove in, a solid, determined thrust of his hips that filled her with one slick ride to full depth.
She cried out, loving the nip of pain that went with the dense invasion.
He groaned, long and low, his muscles hard as concrete.
“Ah fuck, you feel good.”
“So…so do you.”
He withdrew, almost out, then rammed home again.
The air was shunted from her lungs.
He was strong and big, and she was pinned beneath him.
“You’re gonna come so hard.” He connected his body to her clit and
ground hard against her.
“You’ll forget which damn planet you’re on.”
“Yes.
Yes.” She clutched his shoulders, scraping at his flesh with her
nails.
“Oh…please.”
It seemed she’d flicked a switch.
A sear of determination flattened his mouth, and he rode over her, into her, working every hot spot inside and out.
The headboard banged against the wall, clattering and shaking with each curl of his hips.
Her breaths were hard to catch.
Her pulse a jungle drum in her ears.
The pressure in her clit was building, it was all she could think of.
He was getting it just right, playing with her body, forcing her toward one hell of a release.
There was just the here and now and the big cock pushing her to orgasm.
“Oh…oh…don’t stop…fuck!” It was there, the dazzling climax she’d been hoping for since she’d set eyes on Tristan.
“Ah…god…yes.” She flung back her head and cried out.
Bliss burst from her clit, and her pussy spasmed around his cock.
He stared down at her, breathing hard and with his teeth gritted.
“Yes.
Yes.” The relief was heavenly, liquid gold filling her veins.
“Oh yes.” A shimmering pleasure spread over her skin.
She didn’t hold back, wailing and gasping and letting him know how amazing he’d performed.
Eventually she calmed, the spasms in her pussy easing.
“Tristan…” She touched his cheek.
“But you…?”
“Shut up.” His voice was cracked, his elbows locked.
“Don’t move.
Not a fucking inch.”
She froze with her hand on his face.
He closed his eyes and clamped his lips together.
He hovered over her, a coil about to unspring.
An elastic band ready to snap.
After several seconds he blew out a shuddering breath.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes.
“I was on the brink then, but I don’t wanna come yet.”
“You don’t?”
“Nah.” Suddenly he released her leg that was now over his shoulder and withdrew.
“’Cause that was just your first orgasm, you’ve got more to come.”
“I like the sound of that, oh…”
He’d flipped her over, taken hold of her hips, and hauled her ass into the air.
He now stood behind her, and she was sprawled half on and half off the bed.
“Sweet rump you’ve got.” He stroked first her right then her left buttock.
His palms glided over her flesh.
She twitched her ass from side to side.
The idea of another orgasm was very appealing, especially from behind, that was always especially good for her.
“So do it.
Fuck me again.”
A resounding smack had landed on her left butt cheek.
A heated sting raged over her flesh.
“Ouch!”
She shifted forward but barely moved an inch.
He had a tight hold of her.
“What the…?”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said, his voice low and gravely.
“I’m the one in charge here.”
His dominant tone thrilled her.
She wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her.
Fuck her fast, slow, deep, everything.
“Please…”.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you.”
The sound of his hand swiping her ass cheeks rang in her ears.
The burst of hot pain sang over her skin and seemed to head straight to her pussy and clit.
Hanging her head, she groaned, her smarting ass offered up to him.
“Just fuck me,” she said very quietly so he wouldn’t hear and spank her again.
And then it was there, his cock nudging at her sopping pussy.
She held her breath and braced for his entry.
It came hard and fast like before, a wild, primitive claiming of her small body by his big one.
But, oh, he could have it.
His cock was gloriously thick and wide, long too.
Her pussy hugged it, wept for more, and she sought out her clit.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he said hoarsely.
“Picking up strangers at Parties and letting them fuck you like this.”
“I…don’t…” she managed between thrusts.
“You’re…Ahh…not…a…stranger anymore.”
“Bullshit.” He slapped her again, catching the tops of her thighs with each of the two swipes.
She yelped, her eyes misting.
She rolled her fingers over her clit.
Harnessing every sensation.
“You fuck a stranger each weekend, don’t tell me otherwise.”
Well, she did before.
She hadn’t been exactly lucky with relationships because she hadn’t been able to get the rich men she wanted yet.
So casual sex was her thing.
But she would be fully faithful to him once they started dating.
“Dirty.
Fucking.
Bitch.” He punctuated each word with a pummeling thrust.
A sudden banging on the wall.
“Keep the goddamn noise down!”
Tristan picked up the pace, fucking her harder, his hands clamped over her sore, hot ass cheeks.
He dug his fingers in, pinching the flesh, gripping it.
The erotic pain had her trembling as she worked her clit.
He was clasping her ass so tight, stretching her buttocks apart.
His cock plundering in and out of her.
The pressure in her pelvis was mounting.
“Yes!
Yes!
Yes!” she shouted, the bed bashing onto the wall in a series of deafening clatters.
The metal frame squeaked and rattled, screws and nails threatening to be liberated.
“Shut the hell up!” Another angry wall thump from their neighbors.
Kayla didn’t care.
And it seemed, neither did Tristan.
He was fucking her like a feral animal with single focus.
His cock was so swollen she was sure he’d be at bursting point.
He released her right buttock and then set what felt like the tip of his thumb over her asshole.
“What the…?” she gasped, half twisting.
“Oh my god, I’m fucking coming.” He’d yelled out the words and thrown his head back.
Then he curled his thumb into her ass, breaching her asshole and then burying inside her.
Her eyes widened.
The sensation of him there was darkly hot yet highly sensual.
Her clit was a pressure pot ready to erupt.
“Fuck yeah!
Fuck yeah!” He sank deeper into her pussy, and then his cock throbbed.
Kayla came again.
Her pussy pulsing as she cried out in ecstasy.
Her asshole clamped around his thumb, adding to her bliss in a way she hadn’t expected.
She let out a long wail of satisfaction.
The first orgasm had been wonderful, the second the icing on the cake.
When he’d finished slapping into her, he removed his thumb and palmed her buttocks.
Squeezed.
Fingers pinching.
His cock buried deep.
She gasped, arched her back, and stared at the strip of light between the curtains.
“You’re a dirty bitch, you know that?” He chuckled.
“I’ll be your dirty bitch.” She purred.
She flopped onto the bed, still breathing fast.
She was damp between her legs and her nipples hard.
She tugged the right one to a stretched point.
Turning to face him, she asked.
“So what are we now?”
Tristan suddenly burst into laughter as if he’d heard the best joke on the planet.