Paige Tyler: Mr. Right-now

Impatient to see if he really was as well endowed as he looked, she hooked her fingers in his underwear and yanked them down. When his hard cock sprang free, all she could do was stare in appreciation. He was bigger and thicker than any guy she’d ever been with. This was like winning the lottery, only better. She wasn’t going to have to pay taxes on this big boy.

Throwing his boxer briefs over her shoulder, Kate dropped to her knees in front of him and slowly ran her hands up Dawson ’s muscular thighs. She didn’t know why, but being on her knees like this between a guy’s legs was incredibly arousing.

She was so mesmerized at the sight of his gorgeous erection moving slightly in time to his pulse that she could have spent the whole night just like she was. But then she changed her mind. Why just look when she could touch all she wanted? She reached up to wrap her hand around him and almost moaned at how he filled her hand. He had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. Suddenly, she wanted to have him in her mouth, wanted to possess every glorious inch of him.

Between how hot she was for him and how tasty he looked, she was tempted to take all of him in her mouth at once, but she’d always been the type to savor her dessert and she had the feeling he was definitely going to be worth savoring. Besides, she had no reason to rush. They had all night.

She bent and ran her tongue over the glistening bead of precum on the head of his shaft. It was sweet and musky, and she let out a little moan of pleasure at how delicious he tasted. Wanting more, she closed her lips over the tip and slowly began to move her mouth up and down. As she did, she was rewarded with even more of his precum as the silky liquid rolled over her tongue.

Dawson groaned and slid his hand in her hair, gently guiding her movements. Kate liked the feel of his fingers there. While she liked being in control, she didn’t mind relinquishing some of it now. In fact, it gave her pussy a little extra quiver when he pulled her mouth down further on his shaft.

She took him a little deeper with each bob of her head until he was touching the back of her throat. Then she took him just a little bit deeper, letting the head of his cock slide down even more. Dawson groaned again, louder this time.

Kate cupped his balls in her other hand, gently massaging them as she moved her mouth up and down. She occasionally allowed him to slip deep into her throat again, but mostly she just swirled her tongue around the head. She didn’t want him to come too quickly, after all. She had another place she wanted his big, thick cock sliding into before that happened.

Satisfied she had teased him to complete hardness, she let Dawson ’s cock slip out of her mouth with an audible sound.

He lifted a brow. “You didn’t have to stop.”

“I’m not stopping.” She smiled. “On the contrary, I’m just getting started.”

Looking at him from beneath lowered lashes, Kate got to her feet and reached around to unclasp her bra. Remembering how much of a turn-on it had been to reveal her body inch by inch when she’d slipped out of her dress earlier, she slid off first one strap, then the other, careful to keep her arms crossed over her breasts. On the bed, Dawson was leaning back on his elbows watching her, his stare hungry. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and slowly lowered her arms, allowing her bra to fall to the floor.

Dawson ’s sharp intake of breath was audible in the big room and Kate felt herself blush. She had to fight the urge to cover her breasts at the suddenly predatory look on his face. She was a modern, empowered woman, for this weekend at least, and modern, empowered women were not shy in the bedroom. With that in mind, she hooked her thumbs in her panties, then slowly wiggled them over her curvy hips and let them slide down her legs.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Dawson breathed.

Other men had told Kate she was beautiful, but coming from Dawson, the compliment warmed her to the tips of her toes. She moved to take off her shoes, but then remembered his earlier command and decided to leave them on. There was something very naughty about wearing nothing but a pair of high heels during sex.

She stepped out of her panties and was just about to walk over to the bed when she remembered the condom in her purse.

Dawson must have seen her hesitate. “There’s a condom in the bedside table.”

Kate opened the drawer to find a box of condoms sitting there. Obviously, he came prepared. As she tore off one of the foil packets, Rachel’s earlier comment came back to her and she found herself wondering if Dawson was ever a boy scout. She’d have to remember to ask him, she thought as she handed the packet to him.

She’d never really paid much attention when a guy put on a condom, but watching Dawson roll one on was an erotic experience all its own. When he was done, he pushed himself back on the bed and gave her a sexy look.

Eager to finally have him inside her, Kate climbed on the bed and straddled his legs. Gazing into his eyes, she rubbed the slit of her pussy against the head of his cock for one, long teasing moment before slowly and deliberately lowering herself onto him. He was hot and hard, and she gasped as his length filled her. It was as if he was made for the sole purpose of pleasuring her.

Dawson put his hands on her hips. “Ride me.”

Kate didn’t need to be told twice. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to slowly move up and down on his cock. Each time she came down on him, she rolled her hips, squeezing him tightly with her pussy.

“Damn, that feels incredible,” he rasped. “Don’t stop.”

She smiled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keenly aware of him watching her through half-closed eyes, Kate lifted her hands and cupped her breasts as she continued to move. Her nipples hardened even more at her touch and she gave them a firm little pinch between her fingers.

Beneath her, Dawson shifted his hands to grip her ass and slowly began to thrust his hips in time with hers. The move drove his cock deeper and deeper inside every time he pumped, and she let out a little moan. God, that felt amazing. It was like he was finding places inside her she never even knew existed. Then again, considering how big he was, it was entirely possible he was touching her in places she’d never been touched before.

She leaned forward to kiss him, her mouth closing over his hungrily. His tongue met hers halfway, claiming it for his own, and she sighed with pleasure.

With a groan, Dawson tightened his hold on her ass and rolled them both over so that he was now the one on top. Kate blinked up at him in surprise, breathless from their kiss.

“That was a neat move,” she said.

He chuckled. “I’ve got plenty of them.”

She smiled. “I bet you do.”

But the words came out muffled as Dawson bent his head to kiss her again. Kate reached up to loop her arms around his neck, her fingers finding their way into his thick hair as she wrapped her legs around him to pull him in even deeper. As soon as she did, he began to move inside her. She undulated beneath him, automatically lifting her hips to meet his.

“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder!”

At her words, Dawson buried his face in her neck and pumped into her harder.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that.”

Every thrust pushed her closer and closer to orgasm, and she tightened her fingers in his hair as she felt herself nearing the edge. When she finally went over the precipice, the pleasure that coursed through her was so intense she screamed loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

Despite how vocal she was, though, she still heard Dawson ’s hoarse groans in her ear as he found his own release. Knowing he was coming just as hard as she was made it that much better.