My hips pull back until only the head of my cock remains inside her, and then I plunge deep into Candy. She groans and grunts from the pressure of my cock banging against her cervix. Her hips shift under me, and she lifts them until I swear she opens up and takes another two inches of cock inside her.
Candy cries out, and I think she’s in pain, but I can’t stop fucking her. Her hands grip her tits, and I watch her pinch her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, shit!” she cries and then her words make no sense.
In a saner mood, I might laugh at how I’ve fucked her into speaking in tongues. There’s nothing funny at this moment, though. I’ve hit a point of sexual arousal beyond anything I’ve ever known. Her pussy takes everything I give it and slurps hungrily for more.
I don’t know if I come again first, or she does. Candy might have come a dozen times. I can’t think straight. My cock is painfully thick, and her dripping pussy is scorching hot. Our hips bang wildly together by the time my balls release another gallon of cum into her ravenous cunt.
Out of breath, I still thrust. I don’t want to stop even for a fucking second. This pleasure is like crack. It’s more than sex. My entire body feels the orgasm. My balls tighten even after I come, wanting to release themselves again. My cock never fully softens.
“Candy,” I say, feeling like I haven’t spoken in years.
“Angus,” she whimpers.
I lower myself on top of her and cover her lips with mine. Her pussy spasms and my cock instantly thickens in response. My mind is numb, but my body is more alive than ever.
Lifting myself over her again, I study her face. I want to ask if she’s okay, but I don’t want to know the answer. If she says I hurt her, we’ll have to stop, and I can’t stop. My cock is already growing rock hard while my hips work up a rhythm.
“I need to get up,” she gasps.
I’m torn between my needs and hers. Normally, the answer would be clear, but I relent and roll off her. My wet cock sticks straight up as I sit at the end of the bed and struggle to regain my senses. Candy climbs off the bed and immediately pushes me backward.
Straddling me, she grips my cock and tries to guide it back inside her. When her shaking hands don't cooperate, I take the head of my cock and dip it into her waiting cunt.
Candy lets out a long sigh as she lowers herself on my cock. She keeps pressing her hips down until my balls tickle her ass.
“Well I’ll be damned,” she says, and her hips begin to move. “You’re so fucking big. I’ve never seen such a huge cock and here I am riding it.” Candy throws her arms up into the air and laughs. “I’m the queen of the world!”
The sight of her bouncing on my cock is too gorgeous to look away. The fucking hotel could burn down around us, and I don’t think I’d be able to pry my gaze from Candy and her jiggling tits.
TWENTY FOUR - CANDY
The hotel reeks of sex by the time I take a shower. The hot water feels great on my sore body. Despite aching between my legs, I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in my life. The sex was shockingly incredible, and I finally understand why people get so worked up over the act. With Hayes, fucking is addictive.
I walk out of the bathroom and find Hayes sitting in the corner chair. He’s focused on his phone but slowly looks up and meets my gaze.
“Do you want to shower and wash off the sex smell?” I ask, feeling shy for no apparent reason.
“No,” he says, standing up and shoving his phone in his back pocket. “I like having your pussy’s scent on me.”
“If it’s so great, I should bottle it. Candy Stank for Women.”
Hayes smiles, but he seems different now. We walk to the elevator and out to the truck before I realize what’s changed. For the first time since I met him, Hayes is relaxed. Mellow even. The man always carries coiled hostility in his shoulders even when he’s otherwise relaxed. Now he’s like a stoned hippie, and I’m afraid the world is ending.
We don’t return to the office but stop at a restaurant instead. I frown at him when we arrive.
“We ate a few hours ago.”
“After a fucking like that one, I want a steak and a shot of bourbon.”
Smiling slightly, I climb gingerly out of the truck and let my crotch adjust to the change of position. Hayes walks around the side and looks me over.
“Problem?”
“You have a big dick,” is all I say before walking past him.
I hear him chuckle behind me, but he catches up by the time I arrive at the front door. The waitress sits us in Hayes’s usual spot, and I grimace a few times before getting comfortable.
“That bad, huh?” he asks, actually looking worried.
“You nearly split me in half.”
“Sorry.”
“Are you really?”
Hayes shrugs as if he doesn’t give a shit. I know he’s lying, so I slide closer and lean my head against his shoulder.
“A little pain is worth feeling that good.”
His gaze holds mine, and I sigh at the warmth of his expression. The moment is too cozy for him, and he quickly looks away.
“Tonight, I’ll sit on an ice pack,” I whisper, wrapping my arm around his. “When do you think we can sneak off again?”
“I don’t know. We missed a lot of work.”