Saskia stares at me with her cold eyes, but I know the truth. She's desperate to have me inside her. All night, she longed for this moment.
My finger tugs at the loop on the robe's belt. When the garment opens, my gaze takes in the sight of her perky tits. Her nipples point aggressively in my direction, having waited for me to notice them. Yes, Saskia's been in a state of heat since the limo. Dead freaks, cops, and lies did nothing to dampen her need.
I push off the robe and gesture for her to go to the bed. "Show me your pussy, and I'll make you come."
Saskia wants to say something nasty. She hates taking orders, but she really wants to come. Not once either. I see in her eyes how a quick fuck won't satisfy her.
Even wearing a frown, she walks to the hotel bed and climbs onto mattress, so her pink pussy faces me.
"Do you tan?" I ask, unbuttoning my shirt.
"No. I burn."
"Good. I want your skin to stay milky white for me."
Tossing my shirt on the floor, I lean down and kiss her left hip. Saskia sighs as her pussy clenches.
"Your lips," I demand, walking around the bed and cupping her jaw.
Kissing Saskia, I consume her breath and leave her gasping when our lips separate. She grips the sheets and rolls her hips, needing relief that only I can provide.
"What were you thinking about before I knocked?" I ask, kicking off my shoes and stripping out of my pants.
Saskia turns her head and takes in the sight of me naked. "This," she says in a raspy whisper.
I suck on my index and middle fingers before sliding them along the hot folds of her wet pussy. Muscles clenching, Saskia rolls her hips again. Her body nearly begs me to fuck it.
Holding her shaking hips, I slide the head of my erection along the dripping flesh between her legs. Saskia instinctively pushes back, wanting me to enter and own her. When I don't fill her body, she whimpers and glances back at me.
"Brad," she whispers.
My name sounds like magic, and I give her what she needs. The head of my cock forces open the folds of her pussy, finding hotter and wetter flesh. Saskia exhales full of relief.
Removing my cock slowly from her, I quickly thrust harder inside. Her body jerks and her pussy clenches at me. I caress her arched back and find a hard fast rhythm.
Saskia is close. Her pussy is blazing hot, and she bucks like a wild animal when my finger grazes her swollen clit. Stroking the fleshy nub, I pump my hips faster and reach for her hair. She moans lustily when I fist a soft lock.
I've never in my life fucked a woman as hard and rough. My body is running the show, and I can only enjoy where it takes us.
Saskia groans deep in her chest when the orgasm hits her. I tighten my grip on her hair and press on her clit. Her body shudders from the pleasure. When I pinch her clit, I swear she comes again.
I never slow down. My hands explore with purpose, teasing and testing her body. My hips move unrelentingly. Cock harder than ever before, I relish her cries in a language I don't understand. Even without knowing Ukrainian, I understand she's thanking me for the relief. She's also begging me not to stop.
Once her orgasm passes, Saskia's hips steady their frantic movements and keep pace with mine. In disbelief that she takes so much of me into her petite body, I even wonder if she feels pain from the intense fucking. If she does, Saskia doesn't mind. She laughs when I slide my wet fingers from her clit to her rock hard nipples.
"I'm close," I groan. "I'm so fucking close."
Saskia clenches the sheets as if knowing I'm about to unleash inside her. My arms wrap around her, keeping her steady despite the powerful thrusts nearly throwing her off the bed. As the pleasure builds and my balls tighten painfully, I lift her up and hold her in place while emptying myself inside her greedy pussy.
My hips move long after my cock softens. With her tight pussy, I don't leave her until I grudgingly lower her back to the bed. Saskia never misses a beat. Rolling onto her back, she stares at me. Face flushed, pussy drenched, and legs wide open, she's waiting for more.
Before she says the words, I crawl between her legs and take what she so willingly offers. Saskia whimpers and melts into a blissful stupor. Right now in this room, she has no past or future. The ice princess is gone. She's only flesh to be molded and pleasured.
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Brad
Losing What I Need