Skin on Skin

~ MILA ~

We were going to stop two floors above.

I looked at Ryan. He was staring right ahead, face straight while his hands squeezed my ass.

His hands settled on my ass, feeling and grabbing it.

My pussy was dripping wet. All I could think about was him pounding into me from behind with his thick, big, and hard cock.

Once we got to the floor before ours and no one got in, he pinned me against the wall and slipped his fingers under my dress. He grabbed my bare cheeks possessively with both hands and squeezed them firmly.

A low groan vibrated from his throat as he continued to rub, feel, and grab my butt cheeks.

His finger toyed teasingly with the thin strap of my panties and I rubbed my thighs together unable to control myself.

I needed his cock inside me. I needed him to fuck me hard.

His fingers slid lower, dipping straight into my wetness. He let out a rough, strained, “Fuck”.

The lift halted, the sudden chime jolting us from our haze.

Ryan withdrew his hands from under my dress as the doors slipped open.

We exited the lift and I followed him closely down the corridor to his room.

He swiped his card and the door clicked open. I stepped in behind him, and he locked the door.

The living room was breathtaking. It was filled with exquisite furnishings, a massive television, grand shimmering chandeliers, and pure luxury, but my attention was entirely on him.

Without a word, Ryan hoisted me up, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss as he carried me inside the room toward the gigantic bed.

“I’m going to fuck you hard”, he groaned, dropping me on the bed.

“Turn around and lift your dress.”

“Get on the bed and arch for me.”

I did as I was told without hesitation , I wanted to be fucked hard.

The cool air hit my bare skin, sending a shiver through me.

I needed warmth. I needed him deep inside me.

“Beautiful”, Ryan said gruffly, his deep voice filled with desire.

My core clenched and I shivered slightly. I could feel goosebumps appearing on my arms.

He called me beautiful…

He squeezed my ass with both palms before landing a firm spank on it. I gasped, inhaling sharply.

I moved my ass backwards against his touch.

He hummed in approval, rubbed the warm skin gently before spanking me again, harder this time.

A loud moan escaped me.

I was stunned by how I was enjoying it. I had never enjoyed spanking before but with him, my body craved it.

My core clenched and my nipples ached, hard and sensitive against the fabric.

I mindlessly rolled my nipples between my fingers, trying to ease the pain while I rubbed my thighs together.

“So beautiful”, he grunted, the low vibration of his voice making my dripping pussy wetter.

“So wet and ready for me.”

Before I could react, he ripped my panties and slammed into me.

I cried out in pleasure.

He began pounding into me hard and fast.

“So tight, so fucking wet”

His words pushed me closer to the edge.

I gripped the sheets moaning loudly as he increased his pace driving me insane until my body shattered.

I climaxed crying out but he didn’t stop, he continued pounding into me relentlessly. Intense pleasure wracked my body as another wave of pressure began to build up.

He groaned, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he came. His body went rigid above me and then he pulled out leaving me empty.

My legs were still trembling but I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more. I was insatiable.

While he discarded the used condom, I sat up on the bed, watching and waiting.

Ryan stripped off his shirt and my brain went blank. My breath hitched as my gaze devoured the hard, defined lines of his body.

I wanted to lick his abs.

“Strip”, Ryan commanded, his eyes hooded as his hands moved to the waistband of his boxers.

The command echoed in my mind pulling me out of my lustful intoxication. I wasn’t confident enough to strip bare in front of a man like Ryan with the lights on.

I was fat, in Cooper’s words, “a hippo”. Memories of that night flooded my mind leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

I didn’t even realize he had moved until his fingers hooked under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

Could he see my low self-esteem?

“I want to see that sexy body of yours”, Ryan gruffly said, licking his lips.

His eyes held nothing but raw, intense desire. I might lack confidence but I knew when a man wanted a woman.

I reminded myself that he had already seen everything from my waist down and he had called me beautiful.

“I want to bury my face in your boobs while I fuck you senseless”, he growled.

I moaned, biting my lower lip as my core throbbed.

“Wouldn’t you want that?”, he asked.

The image played out in my mind, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I nodded eagerly, desperate for him.

“Words, Mila”

“Yes….I’d love it”, I whispered, my voice low with desire.

“Love what?”, he pressed, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts through my gown, squeezing them firmly.

A loud moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed his hands everywhere on my skin.

I arched into his touch, pushing my breasts into his palms.

“I’d love it if you buried your face in my boobs while you fuck me senseless”

His eyes darkened.