Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
MALLORY
H e’s huge. Must be six foot seven and all rippling muscles and tattoos. Everything about him screams blue-collar, hard-working man, yet he smells of pine, and his nails are cleaner than my own.
Mic struggles with the card to unlock the door to his suite, but the view of his back and tight ass keep me in good company. I know I’m supposed to be looking for the welding team I was sent here for, but the sight of this man made me instantly hungry. I’ve been on a handful of dates, but I’m usually reserved because they think I want more than I do. Working as hard as I have over these last few years has made me feel isolated, and I accepted it because the mission was more important than finding a special someone.
Now, as Mic pulls me inside, I feel all my hard work paying off and this reward is so sweet.
The door closes with a slam, and his dark eyes burn into me with so much hunger I forget how to breathe. My clothes feel like they weigh twenty pounds, and I want this man to free me from the confines. The confidence I had all night falls away as he grips my neck and asks me, “Can I kiss you now?”
Who is this man? This gentle giant has instantly dampened me between the legs.
“Yes.” Is the only word I get out before his lips crash against mine and those beefy arms wrap around me. His body is a fiery furnace as mine sticks to him like a second skin, wanting nothing more than to get closer.
No longer able to hold back, I let my hands snake up his t-shirt. His abs are hard and covered in soft hair. My fingers play at the hem of his pants, the erection he’s had since the bar is still very prominent and pushing into my belly. Mic towers over me but doesn’t seem to mind how much shorter I am to him. Instead, he plunges his tongue into my open mouth, exploring and tasting me like a starved man eating after a decade of having nothing.
I don’t understand the power he has over my body, but after the long drought that has been my love life, I embrace it, kissing him back harder, pulling his t-shirt up until he’s forced to remove it. His pants are next, but I struggle with the belt, making him chuckle, deep and throaty.
“Eager kitten?”
“Very,” I admit, pulling him back down to kiss my lips again. He eases himself out of his pants, pushing them to the floor and stepping out.
He swiftly lifts me into his arms and pushes me onto the nearest wall. He’s naked, and I can see the reflection of his rippling back and rock-solid ass in the mirror across from us.
Mic is strong everywhere, his magnificent cock pushes the seam of my jeans against my clit, and I moan in his mouth. My sound elicits a growl from deep in his chest. I love the feel of it on my lips and the sound that fills the room. Watching him thrust his erection against me is all too much, and I feel my orgasm building already.
But I want more. Need more.
“Please.” I plead, and Mic grabs my hips and falls to his knees.
The sight of this giant man submitting to me is heady. I drink it in from every angle as he works off my jeans. I quickly pull my top over my head and throw my bra across the room, too excited to care where it lands. This isn’t like me. I’ve never slept with a stranger, and I still don’t understand why I feel so comfortable with this one, but I do. It’s undeniable how good it feels to be with him.
“May I?” He says with those dark eyes staring at my wet core.
“Yes. Please. Fuck, I can’t believe you asked.”
Asking for consent is so fucking sexy my hips begin to move before he even makes contact. I’m a mess, melting for him against the wall.
Mic grins up at me, and without further hesitation, he watches me react to his tongue. My brain short circuits as he laps his wide tongue up my sensitive clit.
“Yes,” I mutter as my head falls back, still fighting to watch but feeling too much to keep my eyes open.
Sensation runs up my body from my core to my toes. My fingers grip his hair for balance. I pull at the silky soft strands, and he moans into me. The vibration hits hard, and I make unintelligible sounds as pleasure wracks through me. I ride it, wave after wave, as he feasts on my flesh, sending me sky-high in an out-of-body experience.
“Mic!” I scream, as he picks up speed, driving me up the wall. His big tongue plunges into me, then swipes up to my bud in a perfect torturing rhythm.
“More please. You feel too good, I want you now,” I stutter out in broken gasps.
“You mean to tell me all I had to do was eat this pretty pussy for you to finally give me a break?”
“Don’t stop or talk. More eating,” I tease, grabbing his head and bringing it back to my center. “We’re less likely to fight if you can’t speak.”
He growls into my core, which makes me laugh, then immediately gasp. His mouth suctioning and pulling at me as he sucks me hard. Fire burns through my veins, and I arch my back against the wall, freezing as my orgasm rips through me. It reaches new heights when he slowly works a finger deep inside me.
“Oh, my gah-” I lose all good sense and pull his head harder against my clit as I shake with the longest orgasm of my life, his finger plunging in and out in perfect rhythm to draw out my pleasure.
Twinkling lights blur my vision as I try my hardest to open my eyes and look at him. Mic is rock hard and stroking himself with his free hand as I shamelessly work myself against his mouth. Slowly, I come down, and reality starts to flutter in. I should be embarrassed that I got so carried away, pulling his head harder against me. Finally, I release him, but before I have time to second-guess anything, he literally sweeps me off my feet. An action I’m so grateful for as my limbs feel so heavy, I fear I would have fallen to the floor.
Mic takes me to the bed, where I catch my breath, his large form standing at the side watching, as if he’s proud of his work. Making me come and fall apart. He flashes me a cocky grin as he wipes remnants of me off his face with the back of his hand, then licks his lips. It’s as if he’s savoring the last of me still lingering.
When my breathing evens out, I roll to lay across the bed and look up at him under his waving erection.
“May I?” I ask, and he nods, biting his lip in anticipation.
Still on my back, I take his hard length in my hand and stroke it a few times, listening to his sounds of pleasure. Then I bring him to my mouth and lick him from base to tip.
His mouth falls open, and I swirl my tongue on his crown, loving the deep growl I’m rewarded with. Minutes go by as I tease him until I finally take him inside my mouth. Wasting no time, I take him down my throat, reaching back to his glorious ass and pulling him inside me deeper. The giant man doubles over, sliding beside me with unintelligible words until he takes my pussy again. He eats me as he fucks my mouth, and the pleasure is unearthly. If this is what the land of bliss and orgasms feels like, and I never want to leave. We both work our mouths, pulling each other to the cliff of relief but not letting the other off. His lips smack as he pops off my clit, and I choke on him over and over, not caring about the mess around my face or how I might sound.
Deep inside, I trust this stranger. Good sex is supposed to be messy. I’ve just never experienced it like this until now, and I’m loving every second. My desire is back in full force after my first orgasm, and I’m edging that cliff, wanting to jump but also loving that he won’t let me.
I pull off of him, but he won’t release my waist. He holds me down as I scream, my hips barricaded under his thick arms. It’s pure torture and ecstasy at the same time.
Minutes later, he moves off of me and circles the bed to stand between my legs, watching my glistening center as I heave for breath. My hips, unable to still, move for him in anticipation of more.
“May I?” He asks again with his wet cock in hand as he waits for permission.
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
“I don’t have a condom.”
It takes me a moment to register his words as I heave, almost breathless with need.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’ve been tested, clean, and I always wear a condom.”
Looking into his eyes, I see his sincerity. Mic might be many things, but he’s not a liar. He wouldn’t dare.
With my decision made, I nod and eagerly curl my finger, motioning him to come up and cover my body.
“I’m on birth control, clean, and I also haven't been with anyone without a condom. Come be the first.”
Mic crawls up slowly, kissing and licking me from my toes, up my legs and belly, and finally takes my nipple into his mouth. My back arches in offering.
Then he moves up again, taking my lips as he slowly and easily slips inside me. His big cock stretching me and taking my breath away. Mic’s abdomen grinds against my clit as he enters me so hard we rock the bed, and all I can do is beg for more.
“Please, Mic. Harder.”
“As you wish,” he says, unleashing the animal.
His heavy thighs slap against mine as he pummels into me again and again, holding nothing back at this point. I’m screaming so loud the whole town must hear me, but I don’t care. I completely let go. Suddenly, I’m not the woman on a mission or the boss of a crew of men who barely respect me. I’m a goddess being worshiped.
Mic impales me, and my body shudders with each deep thrust. His cock is hard and so deep inside me, making me feel feminine and beautiful, and most importantly, I know I’m the one in charge here. If I told him to stop, he would but I don’t, instead I beg for more.
His large body is so much bigger than mine, and he’s so much stronger that I’m forced to give everything to him. To let him take control, and I’m surprised by the relief I feel. He gives me pleasure without any expectations. His power feels both intense and safe, because somehow, I know he would never let anything bad happen to me. Mic wants me. Takes pleasure in my pleasure. We’re two people just passing by, and here, in this moment, we exist to give each other pleasure.
My knees are up to my elbows as he thrusts hard, hitting my clit in a delicious rhythm.
“I’m there. Fuck. Come with me, Mic. Now,” I demand, and we both detonate like a rocket. His back straightens as he pours into me. My own orgasm hits me stronger than the last, and I shake as my back arches from the mattress. A few beats go by, and we both melt into each other, and he falls to the side, pressing my body to his side.
It’s difficult to catch my breath and lay there in bliss until I hear his breath even out. He’s asleep beside me, and for some reason, that’s such a comfort I let myself drift off, too. My body is thoroughly spent, and my mind is free for the first time in years. No worries, just sleep.