Page 19 of Takeover
When he starts to push inside, my head falls forward, and I moan. His fingers are one thing, but the hardness and size of his dick are quite another. Feeling filled by his cock makes my body ache to be filled deeper, harder, and forever. My heart thumps against my chest, trying to keep up with my erratic breathing. After he slams into me, seating himself fully, I moan from pleasure and rock back into him, forcing himdeeper.
His fingers twist in my hair, pulling my head backward and trapping me. “I fuck you, not the other way around. Gotme?”
Goose bumps form across my body. The dirtiness of his words and the authoritative tone of his voice have me screaming out, “Yes!”
He holds my hair, pulling me against him with every thrust of his cock. I cry out every time his dick impales me. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life. Pleasure courses through my system, overtaking my every thought and wiping itaway.
I’m consumed by him. Nothing else in the world matters except Lou and his spectacular cock. He controls me, and I let him. Every time his hand comes down on my ass, I cry out. “More,” I tell him, which earns me a deeperthrust.
It isn’t punishment. Maybe he thinks it is due to the noises coming from my mouth, but there’s nothing but pleasure. Lou knows how to handle me. I never have liked being controlled, but when he does it, I wantit.
Before I can stop it, a second orgasm builds inside me and tears through my body. I grip the back of the couch, gasping for air and shaking under histouch.
“Such a greedy girl,” he whispers in my ear, but I can’t respond. My mouth falls open and I try to form words, but nothing comesout.
I think he’ll ease up. But instead, his thrusts become more punishing, almost to the point of pain. He pummels my body and releases my hair. I watch over my shoulder as his abdomen contracts with each movement. It’s like a work of art or a well-oiled machine the way his body moves. When his mouth falls open and his eyes close, I know he’s experiencing the same thing I just felt. Complete and totalecstasy.
He cries out, “Liz!”
For a moment, I feel guilty that he’s calling out a name other than my own, but it quickly passes. Lou and I are nothing more than a cheap fling started in a hotel bar and finished on the couch in his rentedroom.
When his body collapses on top of me, we both tumble to the floor. We laugh at the silliness, barely missing the coffee table in our fall. “Fuck, baby. Who knew you had that in you?” Lou wraps his arm around me and brings my body flush againsthis.
“I could say the same about you.” I giggle, burying my face in hispec.
We lie there, staring at the ceiling, gasping for air until I pass out fromexhaustion.
* * *
Iblink,momentarily confused as I open my eyes in a bedroom I don’t recognize. I blink again, and memories of last night start to come flooding back. Lou. Nakedness. Elizabeth. Sex. Sweat. Orgasms.Bliss.
What in the hell was Ithinking?
Clearly, I wasn’t, or I wouldn’t be naked and in a stranger’sbed.
The martinis clouded my judgment. It’s the only thing I can blame besides myself and Lou’s smooth-talking charm andaccent.
I roll to the side and groan. “I’m so stupid,” I whisper into the pillow. I prop myself up on my elbows as I search for the crinkling sound I hear underneath my cheek. It’s a note, which I assume Lou left because if it were from the maid, that would be even moreawkward.
Thanks for last night. I have an early flight and didn’t want to wake you. -Lou
I flip it over, hoping to see his phone number, but there’s nothing. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m hurt. Even though I didn’t think I’d see him again, I would’ve at least liked to thank him for the amazing night.How ridiculous. Thank him for the fucking? After I find my pride and give myself a little pep talk, I dress quickly, tossing Lou’s note in the trash next to the bed and headhome.