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Authors: Kortny Alexander

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BOOK: Give Me More
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It took everything Bo had not to press his cock into Spring’s pussy. He knew she was on the verge of coming. He also knew that keeping her from doing so would be even better. The buildup always made it better, more rewarding. Her body was beautiful. It was soft, like a woman’s body should be. Curves in all the right places and nipples he couldn’t stop touching. She only had a thatch of hair covering her sex. She was perfect.

“Turn around, minx. Face the wall, and let me finish.” He couldn’t help but laugh as Spring sported a playful pout as she turned towards the wall.

On the outside, she portrayed her sexy, confident side. On the inside, she was panting like hell, trying to keep from attacking this man. She did not want Bo to think she was some crazed nympho, but he seemed to bring that out in her. Spring splayed her palms out on either side of her head. She looked over her shoulder and eyed Bo. “Is this how you want me?” she teased as she wiggled her butt at him.

Damn did she know how to tempt him. Bo pressed his body to hers, melding them together. He nipped at her earlobe as she rubbed her bottom against his cock. “Spread those legs for me, minx.” He heard her breathing hitch as she lowered her head and slowly widened her stance.

He stood back, took in the sweet sight before him, and groaned. He sucked in a breath when she pushed her bottom out a little more. “Damn. Just like that, baby.” He cupped and kneaded her ass cheeks before spreading them. Bo moved in close and let his hard-as-nails cock fall between her cheeks.

Spring let out a sigh as she stroked his cock with her cheeks.

“Have you ever had anyone take you back here, minx?” Bo laid his forehead against Spring’s shoulder and laced his fingers with hers. Just being between her ass cheeks was causing his balls to burn with the need to be inside of her. He felt her head shake “no” in answer to his question. He whispered a few choice words at the thought of how tight her virgin ass would be.

“I want to call in my next wish,” he whispered against her ear as he continued to stroke his cock between the folds of her cheeks. His body had never burned this hot for a woman before. Every stroke between her cheeks sent an electrical surge to his balls. The woman tempted him without even trying to.

Spring let out a winded laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I can just about guess. Tell me.”

“Let me have all of you.” He stepped back and tapped a finger to her virgin puckered hole. “Every inch of you, inside and out, no holding back, just for tonight.”

The gentle tapping on her rosette caused Spring to moan aloud. She moved her rear around the finger that remained pressed there. Her stance widened a little more, giving him more access, as she looked back over at Bo. She couldn’t believe she was about to agree to let him take her where no other man had been allowed. She had always been curious about it. She had never been able to rationalize the allure she had with the naughty act. Just having his finger pressed up against it sent sparks to her already throbbing clit. She wanted it. How he would fit inside of her was another story altogether. She would not think about that. She knew Bo would not hurt her.

Spring could feel the subtle pressure he applied with just the one finger. He waited for her to answer the question. Once again, she pushed her conscience to the back. She didn’t want to think about this. She just wanted to feel Bo inside of her. She just wanted to enjoy being wanted and pleasured.

“Wish granted.” Her voice was husky and filled with lust. Her head was clouded with wicked thoughts of how great it was going to feel having Bo fuck her there.

She almost choked on the burning need that was quickly building inside of her. Without a second thought, Spring pressed down on the finger that pressed at her entrance. She wanted the gentle, slow preparation she knew Bo would give her, but she could not fight the burning need to feel that erotic bite of pain that she knew would come with this act. Tonight was all she had. She wanted it all.

Spring squeezed the fingers still laced with hers against the shower wall and cried out. She slid her free hand down her body until she reached her clit and caressed. Damn it felt good when Bo pushed past the tight ring of muscles. She had pushed out as he had instructed. “Bo,” she whimpered as she turned in search of his lips.

Bo gave her what she sought. He brushed his lips against hers as he continued his slow, deep strokes into Spring’s rear. “Are you okay, baby?” he murmured against her lips as he stared at her intensely.

She nodded and replied, “Yes.”

“Good.” Bo pulled his finger out and pushed back in with two fingers.

Spring cried out at the pleasurable pain she felt. Once again, she teetered on the edge, but it was not going to happen. She needed more. She needed
him
. “Please fuck me. I need to come, Bo.” She no longer cared if she begged. She burned to have him inside of her once again.

He nipped at her shoulder and sighed. “Dammit, minx, I can’t say no to you.” Bo knew he barely hung on to what little control he had left. His balls would burst at any moment. Lust overwhelmed his senses. He removed his fingers from inside of her.

He yanked her by her hips, pulling her away from the wall, turned her to face him. Picking her up by the waist, he impaled her in one erotically rough thrust. There was nothing delicate about it. The way she screamed out his name and dug her nails deep into his shoulders only spurred him on.

He could no longer hold back. He nearly lost all control right then. Her sheath held on to him so tight, Bo knew if he didn’t move, he would explode. And there was no way he was coming before her. He began to move as her cries for more drowned out everything around him. Including the fact that the water was now lukewarm.

He fucked her with a hungry ferociousness he didn’t know existed. The more she cried out, the harder he fucked her. His balls tightened painfully as Spring began giving just as much as she got. She matched him stroke for stroke. Bo slid his hand down to cup her ass before he dipped two fingers into her puckered rosebud.

That was all it took to quickly send Spring over the edge. She dug her nails into Bo and rode out her orgasm. It was painfully delicious. The rough, fiery look in his eyes set her body on fire. She held on tight. Devouring Bo’s mouth with her own. She drowned out his rough grunts of approval as he followed right behind her. Moments later, on semi-steady legs, Bo placed Spring back on her feet, quickly cleaned them both, and shut off the quickly cooling water.

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Bo wrapped her in a thick towel and carried her off to the bed once again. “Take off the towel and climb up on all fours, minx.”

The commanding tone of his deep baritone voice gave Spring a newfound burst of giddy excitement. She should have been tired, worn out, or even sore, not ready for another round. Instead, she rode the adrenaline high that seemed to blaze throughout her. From her fingers right down to her toes, she felt it in rippling waves. Her body heated up as her womb tightened. That excitement trickled down until it found her spent sheath and once again flooded with her juices. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t wait. She quickly moved into place as she waited for Bo to return to the bed. She heard Bo’s low chuckle as he moved about the room.

Afraid to look over her shoulder at him, she spoke. “What is so funny?” Her voice filled with laughter as she tried to fight the pulsating throb in her pussy.

“You are, minx. You’re excited about what’s going to happen.”

She heard the whisper of a drawer opening and closing, but she refused to look in Bo’s direction. She waited nervously as the butterflies in her stomach took flight. Damn. She did not think she would be this bold, nor did she think the sex with Bo would have been so amazingly mind-blowing. Her body tingled. Her clit throbbed painfully as she waited for him to climb onto the bed.

How was it possible for her pussy to weep with her juices after the orgasm she’d just had in the shower only moments ago? Good grief, this man had an unexplainable effect on her. When she felt the bed dip behind her, felt his body heat radiating all around her, her pussy simply went up in flames.            

“Oh, God!” How the hell was that even possible? She was coming! Before she had time to slide her hand down to her clit, Bo was there.

He chuckled as he grabbed hold of her waist, and in one smooth stroke, he filled her quivering sheath. “You really are a little minx.” That was truly a new one for Bo. He held her close as he kept a steady pace, allowing Spring to ride out her orgasm.

As Spring rode out the wicked orgasm, she felt the cold lubricant being spread across and inside of her sensitive rosebud. She bucked beneath him. She wondered if she would survive the intense pleasure he continued to give her. The two thick, calloused fingers that stretched and scissored her only made her womb tighten and sizzle as another orgasm began to quickly build once again. She couldn’t believe that she was about to do this.

Of course, she should have been shocked and surprised by the fact that she was in a hotel suite having amazing sex with a man she met only hours before, but she couldn’t. She was shocked that she was about to let this man touch her, stroke her, fuck her in the one place that was off limits to every sex partner she had ever had. Bo’s gentle words halted all other thoughts she had.

“I want you to relax, sweetheart. If at any point you don’t want this, just tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?” He continued slow strokes inside of her sheath as he spread lubricant in and around her tight rosebud.

“Okay.” She could barely catch her breath.

Bo slowly pressed in two fingers, working her gently. He scissored and pumped his fingers as he watched her press back on his hand. He caressed her back as he murmured encouraging words to her. He gently added a third finger and felt her pussy clench his cock. He pulled his condom-covered cock out of her pussy and pressed it and her cream against the sensitive rosette. He gently stroked her back and thighs as if to soothe her.

Spring clutched the sheets and concentrated on relaxing as Bo pressed forward. Oh, this was nothing like having his thick fingers probing inside of her. This…this was ten times worse. She pushed out as he pushed past the tight ring of nerves. The feeling, the sheer excitement of what she was doing, what it felt like to literally pull him inside of her was ten times better. Spring wasn’t sure if the idea of being fucked in the ass calmed her worries or Bo’s slow yet continuous strokes. It didn’t matter. She stayed completely motionless as Bo pressed past the tight ring of muscles. The sensations of pinching, stretching, and burning quickly passed as the rush of lust and flat-out fucking consumed her.

She didn’t want to sit still, couldn’t sit still, while Bo took a moment for her to adjust to him. She began rocking back on his cock as he fought to hold on to her.

“Bo…please,” she gritted out. She wanted that bit of pain he gave her. The pressure, the fullness, the erotic pain sent her senses into overload. Spring couldn’t help but clutch harder at the sheets when Bo silently gave in to her pleas. He dug in to her hips for a better grip as he stroked her slow and deep.

Neither of them could hold out.

Bo reached around until he found her clit and squeezed it between his thumb and index finger. He received the response he was looking for.

Spring screamed into the sheets as she began to buck uncontrollably as the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced hit her with a force she wasn’t prepared for. Tears welled in her eyes as her arms began to shake. Her orgasm was damn near painful as she rocked and writhed on Bo’s cock. If Bo hadn’t had such a firm grip on Spring’s hips, she would have dislodged from his cock when her powerful orgasm hit. She had given herself over to the pleasure. She felt the strong throbs of his cock when he came right after she had.

Spring was sated. Her body continued to hum when Bo slowly pulled out of her. She felt the gentle strokes of the washcloth as Bo cleaned her body. Finally giving in to the sated and relaxed feelings, Spring succumbed to the sweet call of slumber only rock-em-sock-em sex can give a woman.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

Spring was not quite sure if the early morning sunbeams woke her or the lingering erotic pain of too much sex. Her body ached in places…in good places. She smiled. She had lost count of who had woken whom up during the night. At one point, Spring had woken Bo up with her mouth on his cock. He had returned the favor by lying on his side and taking her gently from behind. Somewhere along the sexually gratifying lines, their wild explorations and fucking had turned into something resembling slow, passionate lovemaking.

That was not supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen. Whenever possible, Bo stroked her cheek as he stared intensely into her eyes. They watched each other. They had watched the play of emotions on each other’s faces when they came together. It had become more than mere fucking. At least that was what it resembled. She was overthinking this, right? Wanting, looking for something deeper. She knew she couldn’t turn a one-night stand into something more. That’s why she was having an internal panic attack and slipping out of his bed. She had to get the hell out of there before he woke up.

Spring shook her head as she quietly stood up. She wouldn’t allow herself to downplay what had happened. Nor would she regret what she had done. She lived in the moment. It may not have been one of her best judgment calls, but she would do it all over again in a heartbeat. But only with Bo. She looked back over at the bed where he lay sprawled out. His mass of dark curls was in disarray. Just like her hair probably was. He was spent. She was spent. Her body was definitely spent. She smiled to herself. It was worth it.

Thank goodness Bo had brought her clothing and leather tote upstairs. She picked up the destroyed peach scraps that had been her shirt. After a quick glance around the room, she spotted his black button-down shirt he had worn the night before and slipped it on. It was too long, too big, and smelled just like him. It brought a smile to her lips.

As much as she wanted to stay and cuddle in his arms, she had to remind herself this was only for one night. No matter how conflicted her emotions were, she couldn’t ignore the fact that this was a one-time deal. How could she explain away the connection she felt to Bo? She would never see this man again. She didn’t know his last name. And she sure as shit didn’t think he was an actual resident of Las Vegas. She would take this night, this experience, and hold tight to it.

Today she went back to Spring Showers, sole member of the make-believe, boring, occasional sex club. She still had a passion mark to remind her of this night. Her sisters would drill the crap out of her, but this was her secret, and she would keep it close.

She had to get the hell out of Bo’s suite and back down to her room. Her sisters were due at the hotel in about two hours. That gave her just enough time to shower and think of a cover story for her fantastic passion mark. Her fingers brushed against it with the smug thought that Bo had claimed her. Damn was she delusional.

Spring managed to tiptoe out of the bedroom and suite undetected. She smiled to herself as she walked casually to the elevator. She knew she had that just-fucked look going on. Hell, she had on a man’s shirt, her damn near ruined leather pants, heels, and leather tote in her hand, and her hair was a frizzy mess. Bo had pulled it out of its ponytail during the night. He had explained that he wanted her hair in both his hands when he fucked her mouth. The way he had talked to her burned her body. She had never met a man like him. What she wouldn’t give for another night with him. She had never had so many orgasms in one night in her entire adult life. Yet he pulled them from her like it was nothing.

Spring couldn’t stop grinning when she stepped onto the empty elevator. Her body was aching. Good aches. She had never been fucked so well in her life. Would she be able to keep this stupid grin off of her face once her sisters arrived? Didn’t matter, her Las Vegas trip was turning out to be one to remember.

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