Chapter 3
SAMANTHA
I cannot believe the incredible sex, but I’ve had enough to realize how rare it is to have it with someone with unlimited power and unlimited skill.
He takes me like he is part warrior, part surgeon, and part athlete.
I’m convinced the sex is as good as it ever gets as he works my body and mind.
Watching the gorgeous man take me while he plays with my clit and pulls my hair makes me rupture again and again and again.
As I spasm and buck for the last time, I come to a sad realization I will likely never be fucked this good again.
Ever.
The idea terrifies me and excites me. Even if I’m exhausted, I cannot crash and say “enough,” or “I need a break.”
The man is saner than I, and finally, he pulls out. I lie there, panting in a pile on my stomach.
He encourages me to hydrate, and he pulls me against the headboard.
As I rest, his fingers play with my nipples, and he kisses my neck. I stir, and my clit pulses again.
As I writhe, he can tell, and his fingers explore my folds.
He moves around on all fours and peppers kisses all the way down my neck to my chest. Then to my nipples, and then my folds.
Minutes later, he tastes me, and I moan. He swipes my slick folds, spreads me wide, and devours me.
“You. Very sick man,” I say panting.
He says nothing. He just sucks in my clit expertly and flicks it with his rough tongue. It is too much, and I need him again.
“Oh, God. Please, take me any way you want.”
The gorgeous and gifted man, with the best looks I’ve ever seen, kneels beside me. I fist his huge cock as he reaches for another condom.
As he rolls it on, he yanks my ankles down and lines me up again.
“Just as well, I was planning to.”
I give up counting how many times I come, and I just let go. I’m unsure what is real anymore or if I’m just having a fantasy.
Part of me also fears that I died in a car crash around Santa Fe, and this… This is heaven.
And as our eyes lock, and he’s deep inside me, we work together. As if we have done this before and we know how to do it with perfection.
Finally, he gets me over the edge, and I cross. My eyes pop, and again, it’s spectacular. Every cell in my body explodes as stars shoot through my veins.
I gasp, rupture, and I come like never before.
I finally awake to the strong aroma of fresh hot coffee. As I open my tired eyes, I feel soft wind and the sound of someone blowing near my ear. I double blink and turn.
He is real, and it wasn’t a dream! The stranger is blowing hot, fresh coffee towards my nose.
“Wake up.”
“Need more,” I say, needing sleep badly.
“Need more sex?”
“Sleep,” I mumble, my lips turning up in a smile.
“You need to wake up,” he says, with more of his commanding energy.
I rub my eyes and take the coffee. “What time is it?”
“Time for more,” he growls.
We exchange a look, and I shake my head. “You know, you’re kind of messed up.”
“Oh, you have no idea, darling.”
“Yeah, you say that like it’s a good thing.”
“You liked it last night when you were screaming.”
I had.
“It is also my business,” he says.
“That being?” I ask, coffee going in.
“Imagination, or as some call it, entertainment.”
As the coffee starts to wake me, imagination hottie latches onto one of my nipples. My back arches like a cat’s at the pleasant sensation.
“Entertain me,” I moan.
It is starting to feel good, and I feel his hard thick cock against my butt. He slides expert fingers between my folds, and I know I am wet. Kissing my neck, he tweaks a nipple as my heart pounds hard.
As he circles my clit with his slick fingers, I gasp. I knock back the coffee fast, and he moves around and curls two fingers inside me. He finds the spot as his other hand’s thumb circles my clit.
I moan, “You bastard.” I quickly spin and climb above him. “Okay, one last time.”
He grabs me as if I’m as light as paper, tosses me aside on the bed, and walks to his navy suit jacket.
He rolls a condom on, and I wonder how I’ll fit the entire thing back inside me.
I remember it stretching my pussy wide last night, and my heart pounds at the thought.
Kneeling at the end of the bed, he slides his hands around my ankles. He then pulls me towards him and his huge hungry cock. My wet core is wanting and hungry, my mouth open wide.
“You really are a sick man,” I say, needing him inside me.
“We established that last night,” he says huskily.
“True,” I say, remembering, as he kneels between my legs and lines up.
He brushes his huge crown against my clit, and I gasp.
“How about this?” he growls low.
“Speak and make it good,” I say. I try to be playful, but I do not want to slow things down. I need him inside me.
“What part of you wants to be entertained now?”
His cock swipes my folds, and I pant. He is good for breakfast banter, I’ll give him that.
“How about you shut up and take me.”
The brute winks and he pushes into me hard and fast. He slides in all the way, and I moan loud.
As he stretches every inch of me wide, he climbs on top of me. Our eyes are close again, and his are starting to darken again.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I do, but my mouth is open wide as he stretches me further. Just as I am about to say something playful, he thrusts back in, driving me hard into the bed.
I moan as I feel bliss. “Oh, God.”
He stops his ultra-deep shock drives, and he rocks in slowly with a steady rhythm.
We smile playfully, and I hold him around the neck.
“You are a bastard!” I say, watching his eyes closely.
He keeps taking me, and he slowly speeds up. It is soon like last night, and it’s as if we have not slept. We are back in the zone, as if the sex marathon never ended.
For whatever reason, him, me, we, somehow have flow. And it’s as if our bodies are matched, some kind of perfect fit.
He holds my jaw as he thumbs my lower lip. His eyes get darker again, and I remember. Remember what is to come.
The brute then takes me with a rare, savage, and powerful passion. But also perfect skill.
He fucks me like I’ve never been fucked.
As he holds the back of my head, our eyes are only an inch apart. I moan, unable to comprehend the brutal yet delightful plunder.
“Harder,” I moan, crazed.
“The thumb, hair, or driving?” he asks, husky and deep.
“All,” I say, stupidly.
“Anything you want.”
The beast climbs over me more and lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. He is now what feels like extra inches deeper into me. My ankles are near his head, and he feels like he owns me.
“That okay?” he asks, rocking in deeper.
“Don’t act nice,” I gasp, eyes on his and meaning it.
I like him cold and commanding, and he claims me and pushes in deeper. He grins, then his eyes, face, and energy go cold and gruff again.
“That’s it,” I say. “Own it, you brute!”
He then starts to drive into my once-tight pussy and kisses my big stupid mouth brutally hard.
I crossed the line again, and I am starting to pay. As he starts to get me close, I cannot believe how intense the sex is.
It must be showing on my face, and he talks low and seriously. “Just remember who it was. Who it was that took you properly.”
I start to unwind, and time starts to collapse. The crazy, gorgeous bastard then delivers the most intense sex imaginable.
His cock, his eyes, his thumb on my clit send me to heaven. I am lost for words as my body is claimed and my mind blown.
“Come. Coming,” I say between pants.
“No! Not yet!”
As he drives into me, I try to hold back. “Please, need to come.”
He holds my chin close, and our eyes are an inch away. “No!” he says, circling my clit.
“Need. Need to come.”
Grabbing the back of my head with his other hand, he fucks my mouth with his tongue. It’s too much, and it is torture.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Come, baby!”
Suddenly, I let go, and I come explosively.
“Oh, God!” I say as I shatter on his cock.
“That’s it, baby, and long, and long, and long…”
I do not know what he has done, but it may have been some NLP. All I know is that I come, and I don’t stop coming.
It is a combination of the pressure on my clit, him being so very deep, our eyes locked, us in sync.
And maybe him messing with my head, but it goes on, and the orgasm does not stop. As my pussy clamps around him, it starts to crush his thick, veiny cock.
I then feel him growl.
The combination of the best kiss ever and the longest orgasm has my body bucking and shattering for what feels like an entire minute. I have multiple aftershocks, and it doesn’t stop.
As I lie there gasping, finally, I have nothing left. I gasp, and I can’t breathe.
The stranger slides slowly out and lies next to me, watching me react to the sensation. He has a devilish grin, and something in my mind snaps.
Before I know what I’m doing, I yank off his condom and slide down his body.
I grab his butt cheeks and take him into my mouth. I then suck, and I pump. He holds my face ever so softly, and as I look up, he and his dark eyes stare down at me.
Then, finally, with a savage growl, he bucks and shoots his cum inside my mouth. I feel him release with a fierce power, and he pumps long, hard, and near endlessly into me. I feel his cum gush inside my mouth, and his hand around my hair locks me in.
Even if I feel filthy, I know I rarely blow anyone. And he, whoever he is, appears to have class.
Finally, I drop down next to him on the bed and wipe my filthy lips.
“Oh, God,” he says, gasping.
“Yeah,” I say, out of breath, “two can play at the game.”
We lay in silence, and we both start laughing. The rare and extreme nature of what we’ve done seems to form a bond.
It’s electric, and it’s liberating.
We are still half dead, amazed and gasping, and I lean over. “What just happened?” I say, lost for words.
The crazy brute rolls over, and we share a long look. “I have no idea.”
We stare at each other for a while, exploring each other’s faces and eyes. He then touches the end of my nose and says, “Rest up, scruffy.”
I roll over and I do. As I close my eyes, I hear the shower. I let go of everything, and all goes to black and is safe. My universe is perfect.
Awakening thirty minutes later, I stagger up. I am slow, but I do remember today is my first day at work. I start at ten, so I try to move fast.
It’s hard, and my body feels worked over in a good way. After a quick shower and a second coffee from a fresh silver pot, I dress.
There is only one problem. My favorite thong is missing.
After looking everywhere, I finally give up. The other thing is, he is nowhere in sight.
Downstairs, the concierge, in his immaculate long coat, tips his hat at the tall doors. I walk out of the boutique five-star hotel, and I feel alive.
The outside of the hotel is spectacular; it has arched windows that are timeless and classy.
As I walk down the street in broad daylight, I feel like a wicked vixen. The winds are warm but strong, and the roads are still wet.
After working out which street I need to find for my unused cheap motel, I find a café. I get a takeaway coffee and head down the street in my denim skirt.
A shaft of sunlight pops out, and I look up as thunder rumbles across the sky. The storm clouds linger as I walk happily down the street.
I think about the night before, and the morning. If I never have sex again, I know I’ve truly been fucked. Fucked like some never get it.
There is only one thing that bothers me. He had not left a note, and we just had the most incredible sex. Also, an amazing night. Who does that?
What sort of cold arsehole just walks away? Walks away after we shared such spectacular sex. And such rare, playful banter.