My fingers squeezed harder on his hair as pleasure radiated through me from my nipple. It was like a tidal wave, a tsunami coursing through my veins, washing every single cell in my body with an ecstasy unmatched by any other sensation on the planet. I opened my mouth to cry out but no sound escaped. My body couldn’t handle these incredible sensations, these feelings that rocked me to my core.
Suddenly, without any warning, Mark bit down on my nipple, hard enough to replace the pleasure with pain. I cried out, but as Mark immediately suckled my nipple, his hot mouth and tongue caressing my sensitive skin, the pain was replaced with pleasure once more.
Why is he doing this? More importantly, why do I like it?
Mark continued to suckle my breasts, bringing back the pleasure I’d felt before, when he bit down on my nipple once more. Again, I cried out, again, he sucked it gently until it no longer hurt. I didn’t know how to react, but even if I did, I don’t know if my body would have obeyed. I felt glued to the spot, addicted to the alternating pain and pleasure Mark was making me feel. It hurt so bad, but it felt so good. I’d never experienced such conflicting feelings, but I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was reacting in ways I never would have expected.
As he continued to toy with my breasts, Mark’s fingers grabbed my bathing suit, the bottom half of it still on my body, and slid it slowly down towards my hips. Without looking he found the button and the zipper to the jean shorts I was wearing, and dropped them to the floor. He grabbed the bathing suit once more. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers slowly sliding down my leg, along with the last little piece of fabric that hid the most private parts of my body from him.
I was naked now, completely naked, completely exposed to this man I barely knew.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, I’m going to fuck every single inch of you completely senseless,” Mark murmured, and I could practically feel my legs weakening.
“Oh God yes, give it to me, right now,” I begged. “I want you so bad!”
“I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready,” he growled into my ear, his low, hoarse, manly voice driving me insane. I couldn’t understand why I was reacting like this, why I absolutely loved the way Mar was completely dominating me with only his body and his words.
The next thing I knew Mark had picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed absolutely nothing. He carried me into the bedroom of his suite before placing me half-gently, half-roughly onto the bed, throwing me back into the comfortable mattress. The bed was quite high up, it must have been around waist high, and I instantly knew this was one of the more expensive suites in the hotel. It took me a second before I realized how exposed I was with my legs splayed open, Mark standing over top of me, looking at my most sensitive parts, parts that hadn’t been looked at by a man in so long.
Instinctively, I closed my legs.
“No, open them for me, Caroline,” Mark ordered. I paused for a second. I didn’t know what to do. Then, as though my body was operating as a completely separate entity from my brain, my legs opened once more, displaying the folds of my sex to him. I could feel my face burning, and yet, something about him made me obey.
“Good,” he told me. “God, you have a sexy pussy.”
Tingles ran through my body. I looked down at his pants. I could see his erection bulging, straining against the fabric, desperate to be released. I could tell he was big, but just how big I wasn’t sure.
“Now turn around, give me a look at the other side.”
This time there was no hesitation. I did exactly as Mark asked, even if I didn’t know why. I could hear him unzipping his pants, taking off his shirt, and after a few seconds I couldn’t help myself, I looked back.
When I saw his erection, I gasped. I could tell from his pants he was big, but I hadn’t expected him to be quite as big as he was. I briefly wondered if he was going to be able to fit inside of me, but before I got the chance, he moved over to the edge of the bed, sliding in between my legs, his thick member pressing against the folds of my sex.
“You’re like a furnace down here,” Mark murmured as his fingers found my sex. I gasped, wanting more from him. I needed more. His fingers roamed carefully, softly, his every touch like velvet against my skin. I threw my head back as fire ran through me. I had never experienced anything like this before. It felt so good, and yet it was never enough. I wanted more! I could feel pressure building inside of me. I had a primal need to have Mark inside of me, and with every inch he moved his fingers in between the folds of my pussy, I was all too aware that as good as it felt, it wasn’t the stiff shaft that I wanted in me.
Suddenly he stood up once more, rubbing his shaft in the juices that were practically spilling out of me.