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“Why are we the only ones here?”

I smile as I rest my face in my hand. I booked the whole restaurant so I could have her to myself. “Just lucky, I guess.”

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I stand in the corridor as I fumble with the key to Olivia’s room. It’s late now, and we’ve had too many drinks. I had to leave my car at the restaurant. She’s standing behind me, running her hands up and down my body. She’s hot for it. She’s always hot for it.

She unzips my pants from behind, and I bump her with my ass.

“Let me open the door, woman.”

She laughs and begins to pull my pants down. “Stop it,” I whisper as I struggle with the lock.

She slides her hand down my briefs and grabs my hard cock. I struggle with the key some more. “Open, fucker.” I give it a swift kick.

She laughs and strokes me hard, and the door clicks open. I stumble in and before I can even close the door behind us, she’s on her knees in front of me.

“Time for dessert,” she whispers darkly as she licks her lips.

She takes my cock into her mouth and my breath catches at the sight of her.

She slides my pants and briefs right down, and I kick them to the side along with my shoes. I take my shirt off over my head while she takes me deep down her throat.

My legs nearly give way beneath me. I gently sweep the blonde hair back from her forehead. Her eyes are closed, and she hums at the taste of me.

Fuck, she’s hot.

Some women give head to please men. Olivia gives head to please herself. She loves it.

I love it more.

I can honestly say that watching her suck my cock is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She opens her throat and really takes me deep as she cups my balls in her hand. Her other hand roams up and down my thigh.

My stomach tightens, and a gush of pre-ejaculate makes her eyes close.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She begins to fist me hard, and I grab her head in my hands as my primal instincts take over and I begin to ride her mouth—desperate for the release that only she can give me.

I need her. Fuck, I need her. I need to be so deep inside of her that she can’t breathe.

I drag her to her feet and take her dress and underwear off. I sit back on the bed.

“Condom,” she pants.

“Are you on the pill?”

She frowns. “Yes, but…”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom on before. You’re safe.”

She pushes me on the chest, losing the last of her control. I hold the base of my cock up and slide it through her swollen, wet flesh. She gently rocks back and forth.

“Fuck me,” I whisper up at her.

She slides down onto my cock, and her mouth falls into the perfect O shape.

Oh, God, she is perfect.