Page 74 of Let’s Be Real

Chapter Twenty-six

Samantha

Nate showed up at my hotel room a little past nine, his cheeks slightly ruddy, eyes a bit glazed.

I let him in, and he kicked the door shut behind him. He stepped close, his warm breath scented with wine.

“Did you have a good dinner?” I asked, backing up toward the bed.

“Mmm. It was fine. Went on far too long.” He shucked off his jacket and rid himself of his shoes. “You brought that nightdress with you not knowing I was coming on this trip?”

I looked down at my silky, rose gold nightgown that barely covered anything and understood why he was asking. This wasn’t a nightgown made to wear for long. Certainly not for a night alone in bed.

“I seem to have left all my favorite pajamas at your place.” I started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was moving far too slow for my taste. When I reached the bottom, I slid my hands up his chest and helped him shrug out of it. “This was the only thing I could find to bring with me.”

He plucked at the fabric over my hips then flattened his palms on my sides. “Lucky me,” he mumbled, his hands roving over the smooth fabric. “You look very pretty, Samantha.”

“Thank you, Nate,” I answered breathlessly as I fumbled with his belt. He was already hard, his cock struggling behind his zipper.

“Very pretty…” His fingers toyed with the thin straps on my shoulders. “I want to rip this thing to shreds.”

Our eyes met, and my breath got stuck so far back in my chest I wasn’t sure I’d ever find it again.

I nodded.

He didn’t rip the nightgown to shreds, but the violent way he yanked it off me, it was close.

Then his mouth was on mine, and we were clawing at each other. I yanked his pants off, scrambling to get my hands on his cock.

God, he was so hard, like silk-wrapped steel in my hands. I yanked on him urgently, plumping his length even more.

He was all over me. Palming my ass, holding my tits, running his fingers along my slit. He gripped my hair and mouthed my throat and collarbone so roughly there’d be bruises tomorrow. Before I could consider whether I had the right kind of clothes to cover the marks, he shoved me onto the bed and stepped close.

“Samantha,” he growled, gripping the sides of my hair. “I need you to suck my cock.”

I blinked up at him. This was him asking for my consent in the way I wanted, and it struck me how perfectly aligned we were. We intrinsically understood each other’s desires and fantasies—fantasies I’d kept to myself before him.

I grabbed his hips and dove forward, taking him down my throat in one slide. His groan was filled with pain and pleasure, and his hold on my hair tightened.

Then he took over, using his hold to move me forward and back. He lodged himself in my throat for long moments, then pulled back, giving me seconds to take a breath before returning. He did it again and again, skating on the right side of my limits like they were tangible things.

My stomach grew heavy even as my head was a hazy mess. Nate’s moans stroked my skin and lashed at my clit, making it throb. I was soaked, my thighs pressed together to get some relief, but I didn’t dare touch myself. I didn’t think I could have moved my hands in any coordinated way if I’d wanted to.

“Look at you,” he gritted out, his thumb trailing down my cheek as he pummeled my mouth. “So perfect, taking me so well. Your lips are so stretched, you’re going to feel this for days.”

I moaned, leaning forward to have more of him. But he was in charge. Steering me exactly where he wanted me. His tug at the roots of my hair was a direct zap to my clit. He yanked, and I shuddered, grasping at his thrusting hips.

I was outside myself, yet felt everything. When he took his cock away from me, I nearly cried. He didn’t allow me the time to push out any tears before flipping me over. He dragged me onto my hands and knees, then his mouth was on me and his fingers were inside.

Not gentle.

Never gentle.

Two fingers...three, drove into my pussy while his mouth worked higher, lapping at my puckered hole.

“I want this,” he rumbled against my flesh. “You’ll let me have it, won’t you?”

I nodded against the mattress. “Yes. Anything.” I meant it. I really did. He could have dangled me out the window, and I would have thanked him for the breeze.