“Kyler!” Her eyes flew open and she shoved at me. I grinned, my hand still holding hers, and walked backward, dragging her with me.
“Don’t fuck with me, sweetheart. I’ll always give it back to you.”
“Mmm…” She cocked an eyebrow, a devilish grin on her lips. “Maybe I was counting on it.”
My eyebrows flew up into my hairline. “That's it.”
I fumbled with the keycard as she fondled my dick through the denim at the entryway. She dropped to her knees between my body and the door of the chalet. She rubbed my cock eagerly before undoing the button and sliding the zipper down in a rush.
“Fuck,” I growled and thrust my cock into her waiting hands. The cold chill of the mountain air and the hot heat of my shaft had a shiver of pleasure running up my spine. She sucked the tip into her mouth and then went to fucking town. Sucking like a vacuum, moaning as she did it. My brain fogged up. I let her suck me as I tried to control myself from exploding so damn soon before I thrust in and out, gripped her hair, forcing her to deepthroat a moment before giving her fresh air again.
“Christ.” I hauled her up to me and unzipped her coat, maintaining eye contact, pulling it down slowly as we backed into the cozy retreat. She didn’t even turn to take in the surroundings as most women did. She was all business for my cock and it made me all the harder.
“Your ass on the sofa. Now.” I took my coat off, pulled my shirt over my head, and advanced on her. Lust-filled eyes widened for a moment as I moved in, kicking off my shoes, pulling my socks, and tossing them aside. “Get naked.”
Her eyes darkened, her cheeks pinked up, and then she pulled the shirt over her head and shimmied out of her tight jeans, standing before me in a lacy bra and panties.
“Off.” I nodded at her bra and panties.
“You first.” Her voice was low and throaty and went straight to my dick.
“Not how this works. You. Naked. Now.” She worked my words over in her mind before unclasping her bra, tossing it on the floor, and pulling her panties down her legs. She was fucking hot. All soft dips and sexy hollows. I wanted to dig my fingers into her hips and squeeze. Leave marks. Fuck her so hard she’d be speechless and still feel me in the morning. I stepped closer, just my jeans on, crowding her space, but not yet touching her. I trailed one hand up her body, over her stomach, between her tits, before fingering her collarbone and then wrapping my palm around her neck.
I tightened and pulled her lips to mine in a punishing kiss. I held her tight to me, fisted my other hand in her hair, and tugged so tightly that a squeak of pain escaped her throat. I felt her throat moving under my hand as she swallowed. I increased the pressure, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh, one of the most delicate spots on her body, underneath me. I growled and dragged my teeth across her bottom lip and nipped before I let go.
I whipped Madison around and bent her body over the arm of the couch. I squeezed the flesh of her ass, pushing, kneading my fingers, leaving red fingerprints on her creamy skin. She was beautiful, soft, and sweet, and I wanted to corrupt her. Make her feel. And in making her feel, lose myself. I wanted to let go, let the animal out, and fuck her like she’d never been fucked. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down on my pants. At the sound of the teeth parting, her ass wiggled in anticipation. A grin lit my lips as I smacked her ass, hard as I could, the flesh trembling, a fiery handprint left in my wake.
She yelped and whipped her head around, hair trailing behind her in a mass of waves.
“Turn around,” I growled. She complied, as I dragged one finger up the length of her pussy. Dripping fucking wet. For me. So fucking sweet, wet, and ready. I trailed my cock along her swollen folds, then thrust my hips flush to her ass, seating myself inside. Her back arched, the beautiful line of it enticing me to taste. I dragged my dick out of her body, slowly pulling, feeling every single hot inch of her, and then slammed back in so hard her hips were crushed against the arm of the couch and her fingers clawed at the cushions. I circled my hips, feeling the inside of her, the hot, tight, wet cavern fisting at my cock and pulsing around me. I slammed into her again, drag and slam, drag and slam, slapped her ass and enjoyed the low moan as she slammed her body into mine, searching for my dick as I pulled back.
Her head turned. She caught my eyes and I watched fear and lust swirl in their dark depths.
“Turn around.” I narrowed my eyes and teased her with slow circles of my hips. She did as told and braced herself. “Good girl.”
I ran both hands up the curves of her torso, along her waist, the outside of her breasts, as I leaned over her naked body. My hands found her tits and grabbed. I kneaded at the flesh, pulled at the nipples, twisting, before landing one quick slap. She grunted and her body went rigid beneath me. “You want me to fuck you?” I bit at her earlobe. She answered me with another low moan. “Say it,”
