Chapter 4
Trent clutches my hand, practically pulling me along with him as he strides across the hotel lobby to the elevator. Jesus, this is awesome. What’s got into him?
As soon as the elevator doors close, he presses me against the wall and grinds his hardness into my stomach and kisses my neck.
“Mmmm,” I moan as wetness leaks from my pussy. I’m starting to think hot guys should smile at me more often.
“Tell me, Becky. Was that guy hot enough that you’d want to fuck him?”
Um, what? “Nooooo,” I groan as he grasps one of my breasts and squeezes.
Trent hauls up my dress and shoves his hand between my thighs, fondling my pussy through my damp panties. Holy fuck! Anticipation floods through me and he bites at my neck.
“No? You sure? Your dripping pussy says otherwise.”
This type of talk coming from anyone else but Trent would be a huge Hell no, but it’s my loving, adorable husband. He’s never said anything like this before…and it’s so fucking hot.
I pant, “Trent–” and almost squeal as he rubs my pussy harder. “You know I only want you!”
He laughs. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Do you think that guy has a massive cock?”
What is going on? I don’t have a chance to answer because the elevator stops on our floor. Trent releases me, and I struggle to pull my dress down as the doors open. Oh thank God, no one is in the hallway. I totter after Trent as he speed-walks to our room.
Trent doesn’t turn the lights on before dragging me to the bed, shoving me onto it.
The streetlight still illuminates enough of the room that I can see that he’s stripping.
Hell yeah, I might be getting the rough fucking I’ve been craving.
I kick my shoes off and scoot to the end of the bed, intending to get up and remove my dress.
Trent has his pants unbuckled, and when he realizes what I’m doing, he presses me back onto the bed and crawls over me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to take my dress off.” Mmm, oh yeah, I need to bring this side of him out more often.
He laughs, harsher than I’ve ever heard from him, and yanks up the hem of the red fabric until it bunches at my waist. “No need, I can get what I want with it still on.”
His eyes flash in the darkness with a hunger I’ve never seen before, and he fumbles with his pants to free his cock. He holds his shaft as he grazes the tip against my panty-covered pussy, and I squirm from neediness. Jesus, I’m going crazy without him inside me!
“Is this what you want, Becky?”
“Yes,” I whimper, hoping he’ll push my panties aside and slam into me.
“Then answer my question. Do you think that guy has a massive cock?”
Fuck, why is this so hot? I moan as Trent presses against the fabric right at my opening, stretching it and digging the tip into me just enough to drive me wild.
“Yes, he probably has a huge cock.” I buck up against him, torturing myself as I cry out, “Now please fuck me!”
“Soon,” he growls. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Excitement zings through me. I love it when he fucks me from behind.
He rolls to the side, and I scramble up on all fours.
Heat climbs up my body and into my face as he rubs his cock against my panties.
He toys with me by sliding a finger underneath the edge of the fabric to caress the sensitive skin, but doesn’t move his fingers any further.
I’m panting as a delicious ache between my legs consumes me.
“Do you want to fuck him?” he asks in a low voice.
A vision of the sexy stranger plowing into me has my heart racing. Why is he asking this? I’m not going to admit I want to fuck someone else. Instead of answering, I wiggle my ass at him, hoping he’ll tear my panties off and pound into me.
His hand delivers a ringing slap to my ass, and I jerk from the pain. “Hey!”
“Answer me!” he demands, and I moan loudly when he spanks me again.
“Yes…okay? Is that what you want to hear?”
He groans in response and massages where he spanked me, shooting sparks through my body from the pleasure.
When he inches his hand beneath my panties and slips between my wet folds, I moan louder and lower my head to the bed, opening myself up for him.
He plunges a digit inside me, and I rock against him as spikes of bliss swirl in my core. Mmm, now this is more like it.
He finger fucks me for a moment, and I close my eyes, letting the rapture almost overtake me. Tension coils in my belly, and I press back, urging him to fuck me faster. When is he going to give me his cock?
“Becks?” His voice is intense and insistent.
Peeking over my shoulder, I’m startled by the raw hunger emanating from him. “Yes, Trent?”
“Would you let me watch you fuck him?”
Ohhh, he wants to imagine me fucking someone else? I can get into this fantasy. My pussy throbs, and I undulate against him as the ecstasy builds.
“Yes,” I moan. “You can watch him pound his thick, meaty cock into me.”
He moves his attention to my clit and caresses me gently. The change from the rough finger fucking to this softness confuses my body. Ripples of bliss start from my toes and travel up my legs, and my pussy pulses in response.
“Would you come harder for him than you would for me?”
“No!” Oh god, why is he asking me this stuff? Imagining Mr. Gorgeous fucking me seven ways to Sunday is hot as all fuck, but it’s Trent I want, not some nameless dude from the elevator.
He moves from my clit and plunges into my pussy roughly and smacks my ass at the same time. I yelp from the unexpected pain.
“No, Becks? You don’t think a massive cock is going to please you enough to make you come harder than you do when I fuck you?”
When he delivers several more ringing slaps, I’m half out of my mind from the dark thrill. I can’t take it anymore, I need his cock.
“Please, fuck me,” I beg. “Please?”
He works his fingers into my pussy again, and my body shudders at the invasion. “Becks, I need to hear you say it.”
The rising tidal wave of bliss threatens to consume me, and I cry out, “Yes! He’s fucking huge, and I’d come all over his cock all night long — stronger than I ever came for you!”
He wrenches on my panties, shredding them and exposing my pussy right before he slams his cock into me. I cry, “Yes, fuck yes,” as he hammers against me.
He holds onto my hips and growls as he fucks me roughly.
Pings of delight swirl inside me, and I lean on one arm so I can run a hand between my legs and reach my clit.
Ohhh, god. As soon as my fingers brush against my bundle of nerves, I spasm and my pussy clenches around his cock.
I’m going to come any second now, and it’s going to be a good one.
I reach my orgasm right before he does, and I scream his name as his cock pulses, filling me with his warm cum. I ride the bliss as he shudders and slumps against me. We’re both panting when he pulls out, and I collapse onto my stomach as he crawls up on the bed beside me.
“That was so good,” he sighs as he flops next to me.
I dutifully roll over, lift my legs, and giggle at him. “I’ve never seen you like that before.”
“Yeah,” he snorts. “You know I like it when men check you out.”
I hold in my smile. My dear husband’s fantasy went beyond other guys checking me out, but I found it hot as well.
I wonder if that’s what he wanks to when he’s alone?
Did he just reveal a dirty little secret of his?
Most people fantasize about stuff they’d never do in real life, and Trent is probably no different from anyone else.
I give him air kisses. “Well, don’t worry. You’re the only one I want to fuck.”
I don’t add that it was freaking hot to imagine Mr. Gorgeous fucking me. Trent’s content, “Mmm hmm,” gives me a warm glow of happiness as he rolls over. Within a few minutes, his deep breathing tells me he’s asleep.
Lowering my legs, I sit up and remove my dress so I can join him. I spend some time focusing on his sperm and urging it to find my egg. It’s dumb, but I hope with enough positive thinking it will really happen.