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  Anything to hold me over until tonight.

  She sang slightly off key, her imperfections making her all the more endearing in my eyes. My face stayed plastered against that wall for the remainder of the song and then the next. My breathing came out in short pants as my mind began to conjure up images of my beautiful girl dancing in nothing but her underwear.

  Envisioning those two perky, slightly larger-than-a-handful tits jiggling as she moved around the room in a very naughty way. Gyrating provocatively.

  Or, maybe she’d be bent over her bags by the bed, rummaging through her luggage for something tempting to wear. Would it be short or see-through? Tight?

  My cock was straining against the zipper of my pants as my hips pushed against the wall. I was desperate to alleviate just a tiny bit of the discomfort my girl had created. Then it got worse. So much fucking worse.

  The sound of the shower being turned on pushed me over the edge of sanity. I couldn’t take it any longer, and I palmed my cock. It swelled. It hurt. I found myself lowering the zipper and letting my dick out.

  Her shower door made a small squeak as she opened it; we were so close. Just a motherfucking piece of drywall and plaster separated us. I could hear the water hitting the shower walls and floor.

  Then she fucked up.

  Almost cost me to lose all coherent thought and break down the barrier between us. She let out a deep groan of pleasure a moment later, and I lost my composure.

  “Jesus Christ,” I grunted in agony and banged my head against the wall.

  “What the hell? Someone there?” Fuck, she heard that, I mentally chastised myself. It wasn't time yet. No, not yet.

  Then the water shut off.

  “Hello?”

  It returned a minute or two later. I took my cock in hand, my wrist twisting with every upward stroke, while I swiped my thumb across the head on the descent. It was so easy to imagine myself in there with her.

  Just like her story, I would come in from behind in her bedroom. My large hands encircling her tiny waist, pulling her back to my front while rubbing my dick against the swell of her ass.

  “I need you,” I groaned against her soft skin. “Can I have you, baby?”

  She trembled in my arms as I whispered these words against the nape of her neck. “Please,” she whimpered, her tiny hands reaching back and taking a hold of my cock. Lucia squeezed hard enough to make my knees momentarily weaken—for my eyes to roll into the back of my head. Up and down her hand went, tugging on my engorged flesh. Each pass met with a thrust of my own.

  I was setting a slightly harsh pace. “God, you're huge—strong, yet silky in my hands. Can I taste you?” she moaned out as my hand reached around and cupped her supple breast.

  Kneading the flesh roughly, I plucked her nipples into stiffened peaks. Teased them until they were both sensitive and she was left panting for more.

  “On your knees,” I ordered and flicked each nipple one last time. However, before I let her turn around and lower her body, I wanted to show her just who was in charge of our play. First, I needed to wrap her long, silken hair in my hands and take control of her head.

  Control her movements.

  Jerking her neck back, I caused her lips to become level with my own. So tempting. Juicy.

  I devoured.

  My kiss was brutal.

  In a way, I wanted to punish her for making me want her so badly, for turning my world upside down and making me forget who I was before she entered it. My tongue invaded her mouth roughly, and I claimed every inch. Probed, worshiped, and marked.

  I wanted to permanently brand my essence within her, as she had already marked me with hers.

  Her tongue was soft, gentle against my more demanding one. I began to slow the intensity and pulled away. Lucia didn't like this and informed me with a glorious pout on her swollen lips. I couldn't help myself and nipped her bottom one. This earned me another pout and while cute, I needed to correct that behavior.

  I smacked her ass once, just hard enough to make her hiss in pain.

  It was my show.

  My rules.

  “None of that, baby. Get down on your knees and open wide. Service me.” She complied and lowered herself before me, eyes wide and innocent while she watched me stroke my cock before tapping her lips. “Open.”

  My pre-come left a string of gloss over the plumpness of her lower lip.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed as my pre-come covered her lips and her tongue snuck out for a taste.

  “Fuck, so sexy.” I growled low. “Open up, baby, and don’t fucking move.” I slid the swollen head of my cock over her lips, letting the warmth of her breath wash over my dick. It sent shivers down my spine. Gently, I moved the head in and out from between her lips while the tight grip I had on her hair kept her in place. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I hissed out in absolute pleasure.

  She pushed against my hold, moving her tongue around the tip and over the slit that poured my essence into her mouth. The hand not holding her silky strands reached out and pinched her nipple hard.

  “Shit!” Lucia yelped, and then let out the sexiest groan known to man.

  She likes it rough, I mused and smacked the sensitive tip one more time; her thighs became glossy.

  “You like that, don't you?” I stated; it wasn’t a fucking question. She opened her mouth, the reply sitting on her tongue, but I was having none of that and pushed my cock in until I hit the back of her throat.

  My girl was a trooper; she choked and gasped for air but didn't pull back. Instead, her tiny hands found purchase on my ass and pulled me in closer.

  With both hands now imbedded in her hair, I held her head still and fucked that pretty mouth of hers. The sounds of her gagging only served to make me harder. Tears began to form in her eyes with each intrusion; my fingers caressed her face, letting her see that my love for her was still there.

  “Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I spat from between clenched teeth as her little tongue swiped over my swollen head. “Jesus, just like that. Lick the underside, baby, yes... oh, fuck.”

  “Fuck!” she screamed suddenly, and for a second it was real. Better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

  “That's right, baby. Moan my name,” I grunted before pulling her off and up. My hands pulled her right leg over my elbow, opening her up. I slipped inside her warm, tight heat before she could catch her next breath. “So motherfucking good.” My control slipped, and I fucked her with wild abandon. Hips slapping against the flesh of her ass, my arms held her in place while my lips bit into her neck, marking her for all to see. “Mine.”

  “Yours,” she screamed. “Goddamned yours.”

  It was that tone of euphoric elation that threw me over the edge. My head banged against the wall as I tried to catch my breath. Never had I come so much in my life. Spurt after spurt left my body, causing my knees to feel weak and my arms to tire, but it was all worth it. My eyes looked down; a stream of my come ran down the wall and onto the carpeted floor.

  Next time, it would be our combined juices that flowed out her pussy.

  A beautiful sight.

  Five

  “Fuck,” I heard her hiss out, and I pressed my ear once more against the wall. She was moaning. It was real. “Please, don't stop.” I saw red. Any trace of my recent release vanished with that thought.

  Was my girl in there with another? Fuck and no.

  “Devin,” she whimpered, followed by the sound of a hand slapping against a wall. The red haze disappeared just as soon as it came; my smile grew. I was proud. You couldn't pay me enough to remove the smug grin of my face. “Oh fuck me, Devin.”

  My girl was on the other side of that very wall, pleasuring herself to thoughts of me. Using my image to make herself come. Perfect.

  The water was turned off, and I stood in place, arms braced on the wall, holding my trembling body up. Pure fucking fervor burned through my veins; I wanted her. Needed to feel the heat of her skin on mine, enveloping me.

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nbsp; “Soon,” I whispered out low and backed away. “You better be ready for me.” It took everything, every ounce of sheer will to pull myself away and start to get ready. Looking down, I found my dried come on the carpet and shook my head while smiling. Before this weekend was through, our combined juices would be found over every flat surface of this room.

  It would smell like us. Like perfection.

  My shower was quick. In and out. I needed to be set for her departure as I would be following shortly after. With sweaty palms, I paced the floor inside my rented four walls. It was only a matter of time now until I had her.

  The next time I came, it would be inside her pussy—she would be drenched in me.

  “Shit, I’m so late,” I heard my girl grumble exactly an hour to the minute after I pushed off the come-stained wall. “Fuck. Devin and his cock…I shouldn’t have watched his last movie on the plane ride down.” The distinct sound of Lucia's heels as she closed her door and strode past mine became faint the farther away she got. I was barely able to catch a small glimpse of her figure as she cat walked down the hall.

  Come-and-fuck-me boots. That’s all I could make out of her through the small peephole in my door. These were the kind you wanted your woman to wear as you fucked her. They spelled trouble. A little pain. And a lot of pleasure.

  “Bad girl.” My whispered words were ignored by the stunning beauty a few feet away. She never turned my way while I closed the door behind me and walked past her. Her smell caused me to pause for the shortest of seconds. She smelled of innocent sin, the kind the good Lord above couldn’t with good conscience punish you for; my reactions to the woman were out of my hands.

  Lucia paid me no mind while I opened the door leading to the stairs and stood just inside the doorway, nor while I watched her slim form. She was so close to danger and completely oblivious.

  The elevator dinged, and my girl huffed. “Come on!” She’d been pressing the down button incessantly, lacking patience; another thing we held in common. Lucia entered the elevator, and I looked down at the watch on my wrist—we were on schedule. My timing had to be just right as I needed to head down without being caught or mauled by my own fans.

  The moment I was inside my car, I called Clifton. He answered after two rings in his usual jovial way.

  “Dude, this will be epic…the place will be packed, but we have everything ready for you. You owe me—” All this was said in rapid succession, almost too fast for me to follow.

  I laughed hard. “Breathe.”

  “But, Devin,” he whined out, and I had to put a stop to him. If I let him get too excited, there would be no reining him in tonight. I’d be stuck babysitting an overemotional gay man and not fucking my girl. Not happening.

  Bypassing his inane chatter, I spoke. “I’m on my way. Stop, breathe…tell someone to give you a strong shot and relax.”

  “You suck.”

  “No, that’s what you do. I like to eat pussy.” This made him snort and then let out a huge breath. “Better?”

  “Yeah. Get off the phone and see your girl.” Didn’t have to tell me twice.

  Once at the restaurant, I parked and entered through the back door. Walked through the large kitchen and thanked the staff as I passed by them.

  The owner was waiting for me right by the waiter’s entrance with a smile. “Welcome to Antonio’s, Mr. Andrews. We are very happy to have you here tonight and help you in any way we can.”

  “Is she here?” Extending my hand out for him to shake, he took it and the extra few hundred dollars I passed him for all his troubles.

  “Yes, sir.” Antonio nodded enthusiastically. “She’s having a few complimentary drinks by the bar while the group waits for their table to be ready. We were just waiting on your arrival, Mr. Andrews.”

  Nodding, I clamped my hand on his shoulder, squeezed, and walked through the staff’s door and into the main dining room. That’s when I saw her, just across from me at the bar sipping on a cocktail and laughing with her head thrown back.

  “Fucking beautiful.” And it was the truth, something every other man in this restaurant noticed while they admired her. Her face. Her laughter. Or that motherfucking ass of hers that I yearned to spank. To see the print of my hand adorn those succulent cheeks while she rode me in reverse cowgirl.

  No one paid me any attention while I walked across the room and sat down the bar from her. Not in the clothing I had on. I blended in well with the patrons here tonight, and it pleased me. Made me feel normal for once.

  Dressed in a simple pair of jeans, polo, and a baseball cap, I was invisible. Even to her.

  It wasn't as if I were stalking her, I just wanted to make sure my girl was being treated right. That she was having a good time and not being approached by the sea of men who seemed to naturally flock to her. Her beauty turned heads no matter where she went.

  Dinner was sensational to say the least—well, at least my personal show was. Being close enough to witness the way her plump lips caressed the fork after each bite of her food was a beautiful sight. My eyes had an undisturbed view of her heaving chest in the low cut, almost indecent halter she wore tonight.

  So close was I, that my ears were within distance to hear the moan of pleasure that passed her lips. My cock was both tortured and thankful.

  She was the most alluring creature, and it wasn't just my eyes that realized this. More than once, I had to glare or growl out a warning to the idiots who attempted to approach. See, my girl was positioned at a corner table, two down from my booth. To get to her, you had to bypass me, and those that tried were dissuaded fast from their intentions.

  My career be damned when it came to taking care of what was mine.

  I would fuck any one of them up; of that there was no doubt.

  The girls had a blast as they ate and got to know each other on a one-on-one basis. I could hear the murmurings, squeals, and laughter as they all discussed her latest book and crush on me.

  “Jesus, the things I would do to that boy,” one said as she fanned herself, earning a laugh from the bunch and a blush from my one and only. “Suck him so good.”

  “Oh my God,” another one of her fans squealed. This woman I knew; she was from Arizona and an admin on her page. “Look at Lucia’s blush. What’s going through that head of yours? Spill, missy.”

  “It's just, this um... fuck. Okay, there’s this scene that I’ve had in my head lately. All I see is Devin taking me hard and fast. No romance or soft touches. A motherfucking claiming, and it’s driving me insane.” Everyone at the table laughed and ribbed her some more in hopes she would spill.

  “Is that all?” the one that started with the offer to blow me asked. “You usually have so much going on in that head of yours.”

  “No,” Lucia grumbled before taking a long sip from her drink. “There’s one more bunny. A bit naughtier, and different from anything I’ve written before. It’s consuming me.”

  “Don’t leave us like that!” some woman yelled out much to my girl’s embarrassment.

  “Fine,” she huffed with a smile. “And this is all I will say on the matter. Devin is older in this one, a much older doctor than my supposed eighteen years. Yes, my ass is young in this fantasy. He’s a dominant, and falls for the town female version of a troublemaker. She’s about to turn eighteen, and he waited until then to pounce and correct her behavior.”

  A chorus of “fuck,” and “yes, please” rang throughout the table. The women around her all giggled and began to talk about chains and whips. A little disturbing, but I’d love to tie Lucia to my bed. Maybe use a few toys to torture her for making me become this crazed asshole for her.

  They discussed this new idea until it was time to go; the bunch was surprised, yet elated when told that a patron had paid for their entire meal.

  Of course, Lucia protested, but it was a done deal at that point. No way of getting around it. Her beautiful eyes scanned the room hoping to find the gracious guest’s eyes, but as she searched, they happe
ned to land on mine.

  Reality slipped.

  I could see the recognition flash through her expressive eyes. Disguised or not, she knew who I was and was seconds away from saying so. It was just my luck that a friend pulled on her arm, her eyes diverted, and I took that as my cue to leave.

  Leaving through the busy dining room was easy. Everyone’s eyes were too busy watching the live band playing to notice the celebrity escaping. Once outside, I made my way over to the driver I’d hired for the night and gave him the exact instructions of what I wanted.

  “Deliver them to the club precisely at ten, and not a minute earlier. It’s important, and if you fuck this up, I won’t be happy.”

  Nodding, he extended his hand out and took the envelope with his pay and generous tip. “Of course, sir. Ten on the dot, and I’ll make sure they get there safe and happy. Will I be waiting outside after?”

  “One of them will be returning with me, but the others will need to be returned to the hotel. Keep close to the front. It’s been arranged for you to park there without any issues from the owners.”

  “Understood.”

  “Good.” Nodding, I turned around and made my way over to my bright orange rental. Opening the door, I slipped inside quickly and tilted the seat back just a bit. My girl should be coming through those doors any minute now, and I shouldn’t be seen.

  Lucia didn't disappoint.

  No sooner had I climbed inside when she walked right by me. Her eyes were looking everywhere. That's right, baby, search for me. See only me.

  She walked next to me and then stopped, her eyes trying to get a look inside the car I was sitting in. Lucia tilted her head to the side and through squinted eyes searched all around for the something she’d seen. No dice. Too bad for her my windows were tinted all black and impossible to see through at night.

  “Come on, Miss White…it’s time to get our party on,” one of her readers declared. It was followed by choruses of “hell, yeah” and “bring on the liquor” from others.