Page 64 of Saving Stella

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Please, please, Cliff. Oh! I’m going to—” She cried out as her pussy rippled around his cock, squeezing it as her orgasm made her writhe against him and the wall. Pushed past his breaking point, he let go, the pressure building up at the base of his spine finally releasing like a valve. His cock pumped out what seemed like ropes and ropes of cum into her, leaving his body shaking like a leaf when he was done.

His knees weakened, but somehow he managed to keep them upright. “Oh, sweetheart.” He groaned into her neck. “Fuck … that was …”

“Amazing,” she finished. “Cliff …”

He withdrew his still-stiff cock from her, then bent down to set her on her feet. “I shouldn’t have?—”

“Don’t say it.”

“No, sweetheart.” He kissed the tiny frown line between her eyebrows. “What I meant to say is that I shouldn’t have taken you here. Not for our first time.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “And I didn’t last too long either.” Sheesh, he hadn’t been a one-pump-chump since he was a teen, but it was so hard not to come right away when Stella’s sweet little pussy gripped him so tight.

“I came too,” she reminded him.

“Only once.”

“Only once?” Her jaw was practically on the floor. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Oh no, sweetheart. Not with me.” He shoved his hand under her skirt, seeking out the dripping folds of her sweet cunt. She gasped when his finger slipped inside her. “This was just the beginning. I’m going to make you come all night long. I hope you can take what I have to give.”

“I can.” Her eyes glazed over. “I want it.”

Fuck, if he didn’t do something now, he would screw her against the wall again. “Let’s go now.”

“My house?”

“Fuck no, too far. There’s four thousand rooms in this hotel and a hundred fifty thousand up and down The Strip. I’m sure we’ll find a room quicker than if we drive back.”

Chapter 11

Just as Cliff said, the front desk clerk at the hotel handed them a room key five minutes after he flashed them his credit card, no questions asked. Stella’s heart hammered against her ribcage as they crossed the lobby toward the elevators.

The sex had been mind-blowing, and not only had Cliff surprised her, but she surprised herself. Cliff obviously liked it rough, but she found herself enjoying it too. She loved his dirty talk, the way he handled her like a rag doll, ordered her around, and whispered dirty things to her. It was like she craved that dominant side of him, wanted—needed—to surrender to him.

Despite the battle with her inner wolf earlier, her panties became drenched the moment he hoisted her up on his shoulder and carried her away. Indeed, it was like that whole caveman act mollified that intense need to claw at that other woman’s face.

The woman who had once been his fiancée.

The idea that he had been with someone else stung at her, threatening to overwhelm her with rage. But it wasn’t just the sex—she wanted to tear the woman to shreds because she had hurt Cliff.

“Hey …” His large hand circled around her arm and gripped it. “Stop that.”

“What?”

“You were growling again.” He nipped at her neck. “There’s no need for that.” He twisted her around, his hands tangling around her hair. He pulled back, so she looked up at him, the pain and pleasure melding in her mind. “Whatever is making you angry, put it aside.”

The loud ding told her they had reached their floor. He released her hair, but kept his grip on her arm as they exited. They had barely entered the bedroom inside the suite when he pushed her toward the bed. To her surprise, however, he stopped just as the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Sensing his hesitation, she glanced up to meet his eyes.

“Cliff? What’s wrong?”

“You’re so beautiful and sweet.” He caressed her cheek with his finger. “Stella … are you sure you want to do this?”

“Cliff, we’ve already done ‘this’,” she pointed out. “I think it’s too late to ask me that. But I feel like there’s something wrong. Is it me?”

“What? Oh no, it’s not you.”

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you holding back? Don’t lie—I can sense it.” Despite what they had shared earlier, she could tell. “You’re still holding back, aren’t you? I told you not to hold back, not with me.”

“Yes, I know but … there’s so much more I want to do to you … with you. And I don’t want to scare you away.”