windows of my room. I didn’t expect her to ask for that, but if it was what she wanted, I had no qualms about helping her live out her Vegas voyeurism fantasy.
I got off the bed and picked her up. She was still weak and gathering her strength. I carried her to the windows and lowered her to stand before pressing her up against it.
She tugged at my shoulder when I spread her legs and dropped to my knees. “No, Drew. I want your cock inside me right now. Please.”
I stood up and gave her what she begged for. I picked her up again, gently resting her back against the window. She her wrapped her legs around my hips, nudging her hot pussy against my throbbing cock.
“Please come inside me now,” she whispered her soft demands.
With a strong thrust, I filled her, impaling her to the root. She hissed and wrapped her arms around my neck, finding the support she needed as I drove into her softness and got closer to another crescendo. She used her torso to lift herself up and down my shaft, grinding down harder every time. I reached a hand around the back of her head and stroked the hair at the base of her neck.
“Oh God,” she cried, pressing back against the window as I eagerly pushing her to her brink. Her body tensed up and seized as she came again.
“Yes, Drew…” she whimpered, her tender voice helping me to my own release.
I kissed her as my guttural groans howled out, possessing her through and through until I exploded into her. Her body slumped into mine, arms clinging to me as she molded to my body. We were both panting when I carried her back to bed and fell in beside her.
***
I opened my eyes and most of the morning had already gone by. Max had mentioned we needed to be ready by noon for the helicopter tour, so I ordered room service, had a shower, then came back to wake Leslie. I was avoiding the inevitable. If I allowed another day pass without telling her, things would only be worse.
“Leslie.”
I shook her shoulder gently when she didn’t answer.
“Leslie, you’ve got to get up now.”
She turned slowly toward me. “Hey.”
“Hi gorgeous. We need to get ready.”
She woke up stretching from another short sleep. She smiled and wrapped her hand around my chest.
She then pulled back and her eyes raked over me. “You look so sexy, Drew. I can’t look at those abs without getting aroused.”
I didn’t know what had come over her, but I loved it. Overnight, she had become a sex goddess who couldn’t get enough of me.
I laughed, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “I’m not just a piece of meat,” I joked. “Come on, get up. Get in the shower. Breakfast will be here soon.”
She smiled and rolled to her back to sit up. “Hmm… breakfast. Sure. I’m starved, actually.”
After her shower, as she found her clothes and got dressed, her phone rang, but she couldn’t get it out of her purse in time. The voicemail chimed shortly after. She stood beside me and checked the messages, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss me as she listened. Her face suddenly changed as she focused in on the call.
“What’s wrong, Leslie?” My body tensed up with worry.
“Brad.”
“What did that jerk do now?”
“Hear for yourself.”
“Hey, babe. Why aren’t you answering? I thought when you read my text message, you would see how much I miss you… how much I need you. Don’t make me beg. I want to see you again. I love you and I can’t stand being without you. Call me! We need to talk.”
I was angry by the time the call disconnected.
She sighed, shaking her head.
“Your ex is clearly not ready to give up.”
“I don’t know what else to tell him. He won’t listen.”
“Maybe I should talk to him,” I offered. He might have kicked my ass once before, but if he was pursuing Leslie with this much persistence, I was willing to be her buffer.
“No, Drew. I think I’ll just make a formal complaint if he keeps it up. Maybe I can file for a restraining order.”
“Whatever
Patrick O’Brian
Jasmine Giacomo
Alex Archer
Jamal Joseph
John J. Gunther
Michelle Celmer
James Swallow
Bernard Cornwell
Karen Viggers
Robert Kirchubel