“You make all that honey for me, angel?”
Whimper.
“Does that mean you want my big cock inside you again, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” she says quickly. More quickly than I expected. It’s so fucking cute.
So fucking hot.
My balls start aching. I nip her labia and she gasps. Moving her legs to rest on my shoulders, I reach up and take hold of each of her nipples, applying a steadily increasing pressure as I tickle her clit with my tongue.
“Oh my gawd!” she cries.
“You like that, baby?”
“More,” she whimpers.
“Oh, I’ll give you more. I’ll give you so fucking much you’ll be begging for mercy.”
She mewls because I’m pinching her nipples pretty hard. I speed up the action on her clit, then suction my mouth over it and suck. I release her from both sensations all at once, and she cries out with alarm.
“I need a condom,” I tell her. “You put yourself in the position you want to get fucked in. And make it a good one.”
As if there’s any that wouldn’t be good with this girl—ha.
I walk to the nightstand, pretending not to watch as she rustles around on the bed, arranging and rearranging herself. I waste a little time until she goes quiet then let myself take her in.
Fuuuuuuck.
The little minx is on her knees and forearms, ass in the air.
“Oh, babygirl, that was such a good choice. I’m gonna have to reward you for that one.”
I walk around behind her and give her dripping cunt another generous massage with my tongue.
“I have to say… this ass is begging to be spanked.” I slide my hands around the globes of her ass in total and complete appreciation. “Only one mark from last night. That was from the belt, I think.” I trace it with my thumb. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Good. I’m not gonna hurt you this morning. I’m just going to give you a little sting. You like it as rough as I like to give, don’t you, angel?”
She doesn’t answer.
I slap her ass. “Answer me, Marissa.”
“I don’t know… I guess so.”
“Did you learn something new with me?” I rub the place I slapped.
“Yeah. Definitely.”
I chuckle, loving her admission. “Beautiful girl.” I slap the same place, rub again. I keep going, delivering slaps, then massaging until her skin turns pink and she’s moaning and wagging her hips for more.
Only then do I roll on my condom. “Ready for more, angel?”
“Yes, please,” she moans.
So sweet she’s become. I’m not fool enough to think this will last, but I sure as hell am enjoying it for the moment.
I prod her entrance gently, then ease in. Her moan is sultry. Welcoming. “Such a beautiful ass, baby. I love fucking you from behind.”
“Mmm.”
I grip her waist and pull her hips back to meet me on my thrusts. The angle lets me get deep inside her and she feels so good. Still tight as a glove. So hot and wet. I close my eyes and indulge in the decadence of sensations.
Finally, a reason to live.
When her cries change in pitch—getting louder and more desperate, I reach around the front of her and rub her clit.
She shrieks. “Gio! Oh my God! Please!”
Who can deny her? I fuck harder, rocking the bed against the wall with the force of my thrusts.
When I’m about to come, I reach around again for another rub. I shout. She screams. We both fly over the edge together, her pussy squeezing my cock in the most glorious way. I fall on top of her and drag her to her side, still buried deep.
I breathe into her neck. Bite it. Hold her breast as I thrust a few more times.
“Oh my God,” she pants again.
I trail kisses along her shoulder, down her arm. “All this time I’ve been wondering why my life was saved,” I rumble, not even censoring myself. It’s kinda crazy how much I let loose around this girl. “And I think I just figured it out.” I nip her arm.
Her laugh is low and throaty. “Oh yeah? For sex?”
“Sex with you, sugar.”
I pull out before the condom comes off and I dispose of it.
I pick up my phone and text Michael, who is now essentially my bitch. Fire the sous chef Arnie, effective immediately. He’s been nasty with the girls who work in the kitchen. And give both the girls a three dollar an hour raise, starting from their last paycheck to make it up to them.
I turn my phone around and show Marissa when I’m done.
She’s sitting up in bed, hair tousled, face flushed. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve had in my bed, ever.
I’m trying to figure out how to keep her here. Or if that’s even the right thing to do.
Fuck me with this right and wrong shit all the time now. Why’d I have to grow a fucking conscience after my near-death experience?