She grinned and nodded.
I reached over to the nightstand and flicked on the light before climbing off the bed. Once we were both naked, there was no way I was going to waste any time, so I went to my suitcase and pulled out a strip of condoms from the hopeful box I’d brought. Tossing them next to her, I stood at the end of the bed and started my little striptease by reaching up and behind me to tug my shirt over my head.
Georgia rubbed her hands together. “Eeep. I wish I had some dollar bills to tuck into your pants.”
“Would be a waste. They aren’t staying on for that long.” I yanked my sweats down, stepped out, and kicked them to the side. Standing in just my boxer briefs, I looked up to find Georgia’s playful smile gone, replaced by something I recognized very well at this moment—need. She swallowed, and my eyes moved to her throat. I loved my hands wrapped around it, but I couldn’t wait to be inside it, too. Her eyes dropped to the outline of my cock, so I fisted it through my underwear, sliding my hand up and down a few times. When she licked her lips, I gave it a good, firm squeeze before hooking my thumb into the corners and bending to peel the last layer of clothing off.
Standing, my cock bobbed against my stomach at full attention, proud and ready for action. Even I was a little impressed with the showing. But the look on Georgia’s face was priceless. Her eyes bulged, and she lifted her hand to her mouth and spoke with it covered. “Oh, God. That thing looks like it might hurt.”
I wrapped my hands around it and pumped once for good measure. “Maybe you need a closer look.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, please.”
I tugged her down to the middle of the bed and climbed up to straddle her hips. Leaning over, I sucked one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth. When she started to squirm, I moved to the other, not stopping until she dug her nails into my back and whimpered.
“Please…Max, I want you.”
I grabbed the strip of condoms, tore one off, and sheathed myself in record time. Then I hovered over her, taking her mouth in a kiss before pulling back so I could watch her face as I sank inside.
Absolutely fucking beautiful. Our eyes locked, and I pushed my hips forward, little by little, feeling her stretch around me. She was so damn snug, and I didn’t want to hurt her, so I only went a few inches in before easing back. The next time I pushed in a little farther. It was torture to go so slow, yet the most blissful kind of pain. When I was finally buried deep inside her, my arms started to shake.
“You good?” I groaned.
She smiled. “Very.”
Georgia lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, allowing me to sink even deeper. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head when my balls slapped against her ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
Georgia reached up and pulled me down to her mouth for a kiss before moving her lips to my ear. “Don’t be gentle. Make me sore tomorrow.”
That she definitely didn’t have to ask twice. I set myself free, fucking her hard and deep, with no restraint left. Georgia’s hips lifted to meet each of my thrusts, and we kept at it until the sound of our sweat-soaked bodies slapping against each other became the backdrop for all our groans and grunts.
“Max!” Georgia cried. She clamped down around me and started to throb, milking every last ounce of self-control from my body. I held off for as long as I could, wanting to keep her going as long as possible. When the muscles in her face started to go slack and her legs fell from my waist like dead weight, I finally let go.
After, I needed to collapse. But two-hundred-and-twenty pounds might’ve suffocated her, so I rolled to my back, taking her with me.
She yelped as we flipped around, but there was a smile on her face as she settled into the crook of my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “I feel kind of bad.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you about all these plans I made for us, but after that, you’re not going to be able to get me to leave this hotel room.”
Georgia giggled. “I don’t think I’ll mind one bit.”
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I could definitely become addicted to this.
Georgia laid her head over my heart, curled on top of me, as I stroked her hair. We’d just had sex for the third time in twelve hours, this time with her on top, riding me slowly, as the sun came up and streaks of light cut golden rays across her beautiful face.
“I need to pee,” she said. “But I’m too lazy to get up. It’s one of my superpowers, you know. I can hold it for hours, despite having to go.”