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His enormous cock festooned with pulsating veins plunged in. As easily as if it had been made especially for me. The fit was perfect. But something was different. It was instantly clear that he had been holding himself back all this time. He was a different man now. This man had no control. He was an animal. A caveman.

A caveman giving in to a primal need.

His sweat dripped down my body as he fucked me like a man possessed. It was like a dream. I didn’t want it to end. Ever.

But no matter how much I tried to hold on to the sensations, the onslaught came. Rushing towards me. Impossible to stop. I had no choice but to give in to that rush of pure pleasure. Mywhimpers filled the room as I wrapped my legs tightly around him and cried out his name.

Watching me come brought his own orgasm. It felt good to take his hot seed and to watch him above me, lose it. Here in this hotel room, on this anonymous hotel bed, he was mine. All mine. Tonight, he had no thoughts about his business or the other women he slept with.

It was only me. Me. And me.

He was still buried in me. I didn’t want him to withdraw so I grabbed his hips and pulled him in.

“You feel so good inside me,” I said. “I wish I could fall asleep with you still deep in me.”

“You’re not sleeping tonight, Lillian,” he said softly. “I’m fucking you every way I know how. By the time dawn comes, you’ll need a shower badly.”

“Do your worst,” I dared.

And he did.

All night long.

If I slept at all it was only fitfully, until I was awakened by a tongue slipping into my mouth or my pussy. He filled my mouth, my belly, and my womb with his seed.

I loved it all.

He behaved like a man who thought tomorrow was not going to come for him. Everything he wanted he must take tonight, for tomorrow it would become mist in the morning sun.

Chapter 24

Max

Inever slept all night.

When the luminous dial of the clock showed it was 6.00 a.m. I woke her up again.

“Have you really only been with one man?” I asked.

“Yes, but don’t worry,” she said with a little laugh. “I’m not going to demand that you put a ring on it. I ask for nothing, except a weekend of sex and more sex.

I wanted to shake her. How could she give this all up for some money to pay her mother’s mortgage? This was special. You had to live many lifetimes to find something like this. We could have been so fucking great together.

“So, do you do this a lot?” she asked, her voice casual.

“What?”

“Treat all your women to romantic weekends away.”

I was so furious I flipped her soft alluring body face down. I ran my hands over her curves, stopping to knead her round ass before sliding my hand between the still-red cheeks. She was dripping wet and ready for me.

“Is this how you wake up every morning?” I growled, sliding a finger into her wet center.

“No,” she admitted, her voice husky with desire and sleep.

I pushed my hard cock into her until I was balls deep and began to thrust.

Her cries filled the room and when she came, it was loud enough to wake the dead. My own orgasm quickly followed. Afterwards, I did something I never did with a woman. I gathered her close to me and held her tightly.