took over what little control she had on her body.
One moment she was trying to regain her head, the next Darcy was shutting off the water and throwing her over his shoulder.
“What the hell!”
“Condoms are this way.”
Oh yes! Condoms.
He threw her on the bed, much the same way he’d done when they arrived earlier, before grabbing a second condom from his wallet. “That’s all I have. I need to restock.”
“I’m glad you had even that.”
“If I thought we had more time, I’d run to the pharmacy in the lobby and get more.”
Petra opened her legs wide and bucked her hips. “One step at a time.”
She’d never seen a man move so fast in her life. The condom was on his cock and he was kneeling on the bed in a blink. Reaching down, he gave her hip a tap.
“Hands and knees, if you don’t mind.”
Doggy style. Interesting.
Strands of wet hair stuck to her face and shoulders as she shifted into the requested position. She’d done this once before but hadn’t gotten off in that position. Not that she was about to stop him. She’d already had three amazing orgasms tonight, two more than she’d ever been capable of with any man before. That certainly deserved giving Darcy whatever reward he wanted.
His hands grabbed her hips, his fingers squeezing into the skin enough to show the strength of his desire. Petra had pulled her legs together so he’d be able to find her pussy easily, but before she realized what he was doing, he’d rearranged her so her thighs were spread wide and he was kneeling between them.
“I want you opened up for me.” He ran a hand along her ass. “I want you to be able to feel me deep inside.”
His first thrust was sure and deep, filling Petra completely. Darcy held himself still for a moment as he sucked in a shaky breath. She’d never felt this type of connection with another person before, an immediate sexual charge that sparked every piece of her. Her anticipation was thick as he shifted his grip on her once more, pulled his hips back and slammed back into her. Holy shit.
“Christ, you’re perfect.”
Whether from his praise, or simply because he was amazing in bed, Petra’s cunt contracted around his shaft and she damn near came—which in itself should have been impossible.
Darcy set a firm but steady pace. Each thrust into her sent her breasts swaying, her nipples going hard. God, at this rate she’d pass out from the amount of pleasure he gave her.
Petra shifted her weight so she could press her fingers against her clit. Timing herself with each of his thrusts, she tried to coax another orgasm out. Darcy groaned when with her thumb, she extended back and brushed her nail over his balls.
“Yeah, do that again.”
She focused on teasing Darcy as much as possible. Using the tips of her nails, she scratched up the inside of his thighs and across his sac. His reaction was instantaneous, as Darcy bucked even harder into her. She’d grown so wet she could feel her arousal coating her pussy, easing his way.
Darcy pressed against her back to nip at her ear. “You wanna come again? Think I can make you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Both hands on the bed. Close your eyes.”
She’d barely complied when he moved his hand between her legs to take over teasing her clit. The pads of his fingers were larger than hers and able to caress more of her at once. His experience at pleasuring women was apparent as he easily stoked her body to her flashpoint. So close...so damn close and yet, not quite. Whether he sensed her barrier, or if he simply wanted a change of position, Petra gasped when he pulled back so he was sitting on his feet, and took her along with him.
They were facing the dresser and the mirror above it. Petra was able to see herself—legs spread wide, Darcy’s hand circling her clit, her breasts flushed with arousal and her nipples hard. Her damp hair was a disaster and if she’d been anywhere near her right mind, she would have run screaming to the
One moment she was trying to regain her head, the next Darcy was shutting off the water and throwing her over his shoulder.
“What the hell!”
“Condoms are this way.”
Oh yes! Condoms.
He threw her on the bed, much the same way he’d done when they arrived earlier, before grabbing a second condom from his wallet. “That’s all I have. I need to restock.”
“I’m glad you had even that.”
“If I thought we had more time, I’d run to the pharmacy in the lobby and get more.”
Petra opened her legs wide and bucked her hips. “One step at a time.”
She’d never seen a man move so fast in her life. The condom was on his cock and he was kneeling on the bed in a blink. Reaching down, he gave her hip a tap.
“Hands and knees, if you don’t mind.”
Doggy style. Interesting.
Strands of wet hair stuck to her face and shoulders as she shifted into the requested position. She’d done this once before but hadn’t gotten off in that position. Not that she was about to stop him. She’d already had three amazing orgasms tonight, two more than she’d ever been capable of with any man before. That certainly deserved giving Darcy whatever reward he wanted.
His hands grabbed her hips, his fingers squeezing into the skin enough to show the strength of his desire. Petra had pulled her legs together so he’d be able to find her pussy easily, but before she realized what he was doing, he’d rearranged her so her thighs were spread wide and he was kneeling between them.
“I want you opened up for me.” He ran a hand along her ass. “I want you to be able to feel me deep inside.”
His first thrust was sure and deep, filling Petra completely. Darcy held himself still for a moment as he sucked in a shaky breath. She’d never felt this type of connection with another person before, an immediate sexual charge that sparked every piece of her. Her anticipation was thick as he shifted his grip on her once more, pulled his hips back and slammed back into her. Holy shit.
“Christ, you’re perfect.”
Whether from his praise, or simply because he was amazing in bed, Petra’s cunt contracted around his shaft and she damn near came—which in itself should have been impossible.
Darcy set a firm but steady pace. Each thrust into her sent her breasts swaying, her nipples going hard. God, at this rate she’d pass out from the amount of pleasure he gave her.
Petra shifted her weight so she could press her fingers against her clit. Timing herself with each of his thrusts, she tried to coax another orgasm out. Darcy groaned when with her thumb, she extended back and brushed her nail over his balls.
“Yeah, do that again.”
She focused on teasing Darcy as much as possible. Using the tips of her nails, she scratched up the inside of his thighs and across his sac. His reaction was instantaneous, as Darcy bucked even harder into her. She’d grown so wet she could feel her arousal coating her pussy, easing his way.
Darcy pressed against her back to nip at her ear. “You wanna come again? Think I can make you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Both hands on the bed. Close your eyes.”
She’d barely complied when he moved his hand between her legs to take over teasing her clit. The pads of his fingers were larger than hers and able to caress more of her at once. His experience at pleasuring women was apparent as he easily stoked her body to her flashpoint. So close...so damn close and yet, not quite. Whether he sensed her barrier, or if he simply wanted a change of position, Petra gasped when he pulled back so he was sitting on his feet, and took her along with him.
They were facing the dresser and the mirror above it. Petra was able to see herself—legs spread wide, Darcy’s hand circling her clit, her breasts flushed with arousal and her nipples hard. Her damp hair was a disaster and if she’d been anywhere near her right mind, she would have run screaming to the
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