Chapter 52

LIV

It doesn’t take us long to get back to the hotel, but instead of heading for the elevators, Justin leads me to the front desk. It’s the same

gorgeous woman from earlier, and I try not to feel ugly in comparison. As if sensing my unease, Justin wraps his arm tighter around me and gives me a sexy grin. My heart races and my body suddenly longs to be naked and rubbing up against him. The effect he has on me is insane, and I love it. It’s like every part of me already belongs to him, even though he hasn’t fucked me yet.

“Can I help you?” the woman asks, and even I can hear the jealousy in her voice. I certainly can’t blame her. Justin is the kind of man who makes every woman wish they were his.

Justin ignores her tone and says, “Yeah, we’ll be taking the penthouse suite tonight, and I want our belongings brought up from rooms 723 and 725 as soon as possible.”

Justin’s arm tightens around me when she dares to laugh at his request. “I’m afraid that’s impossible,” she says, not even bothering to do any clicking on her keyboard. “That room is booked for the night.”

“You’re new here, right?” Justin asks, and I’m glad that angry tone isn’t directed at me. Even when I disobey and piss him off by screaming when he makes me cum in public, there’s always a warmth to his voice. It’s never this cold and distant.

“Yes,” the woman says, looking slightly less sure of herself than she did a minute ago.

Justin pulls out his wallet and shows her his ID. “I’m Justin Benoit. I own this hotel, and I want the penthouse suite for tonight. I understand that it’s reserved, but if it’s not too much trouble for you, maybe you could do your job and see if they’ve checked in yet.”

Her whole face goes deathly pale as her fingers swing into motion. “Yes, sir,” she says. After a few seconds when I start to feel sorry for her, she says, “No, they haven’t checked in yet, sir.”

“Wonderful. We’re taking the room, and you can send them to one of my other hotels that still have a suite available. Give it to them for 50% off with a free extra day thrown in and my apologies for any inconvenience.”

“Of course, sir,” she says, typing up the instructions into the computer. “I’ll have your bags sent up to your new room.” She hands the keycard over with shaky fingers. “I’m very sorry about the mix-up earlier. It won’t happen again.”

“I’m sure it won’t. Also, tell the kitchen staff that they forgot to send up crackers with the gumbo earlier. I trust that’s a mistake that also won’t happen again.” Justin says, giving her a pointed look.

“Of course not, sir. I’ll tell them immediately,” she stutters, but Justin’s already back to staring at me and forgetting all about her.

We walk to the elevators, but, unfortunately, there’s a man already in there. Justin leads me to the back after pushing the button for the top floor and places his hand firmly on my ass. I feel him working his fingers, pulling my dress up, and when I shoot him a warning look, he just gives me a devilish grin and winks at me.

Thanks to my lack of panties, my bare ass is now fully exposed, and when Justin cups my pussy from behind, I have to reach out to grip the railing and bite my sore lip to not let out a moan and startle the man in front of me who is, thankfully, completely oblivious to what’s going on.

Justin slides a finger into me at an excruciatingly slow pace because I’m so fucking wet that if he goes any faster, the noise alone would give us away. It’s a long ride up to the top floor, and our gentleman friend stays on until we’ve almost reached our floor. By the time he steps off, I’m covered in a light sheen of sweat and my body is shaking from the strain of trying to be still and keep quiet.

“That was so fucking mean,” I pout as soon as we’re alone, earning me another wicked grin and a big enough smile to show that sexy dimple.

“Just consider it part of your punishment for screaming in the street.” He presses his powerful body against mine, pinning me between him and the elevator wall. “How do you think I feel?”

I moan when I feel the hard length of him digging into my stomach. God, he feels fucking huge!

“You got to cum, sweetheart. My cock has been hard since the second I saw you, and if I don’t get to cum soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

Before he can kiss me, the elevator doors ding. With a growl, he picks me up and storms down the hall to the only door on this floor. My eyes barely have time to take in how gorgeous this place is, and when he opens the door and leads me in, all I can do is gasp.

“Wow,” I say, taking in the enormous room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. There are French doors and a large balcony, and I’m so amazed by it all that I momentarily forget how horny I am.

Justin’s deep laugh interrupts my thoughts. “I’m glad you like it. We can stay here anytime you want.”

I wiggle, trying to free myself from his grasp, but all he does is tighten his grip on me so I can’t move it all.

“What is it you want, little one?”

“I want to suck your cock,” I say, earning me a big smile.

I lean in and run my tongue over his dimple. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first met you,” I admit.

“What else have you been wanting to do?”

“Put me down and I’ll show you.”

“Such a bossy thing,” he murmurs, kissing me before slowly lowering me to the floor. God, I feel every hard inch of his body on the descent, and by the time my feet hit the floor, I’m more than ready to have him use me any damn way he wants.

I grab his hand and lead him to the large comfy couch in the center of the room. I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, but I at least want him comfortable while I fumble my way around my first-ever blowjob.

When he’s seated and looking so handsome I can barely stand it, I kneel in front of him and undo his suit pants with very shaky fingers.

“Just relax, baby,” he says, running his fingers over my forearms. “Have you ever sucked cock before?”

“No,” I whisper, unzipping his pants and freezing in place when I see how massive he is.

“Good.” He brings a hand to my face, gripping my chin tightly as he tilts my face up to his, forcing my eyes off his impossibly big cock. “I don’t ever want your lips wrapped around any other cock but mine.”

The possessive way he’s looking at me as if he owns me and I’m his and only his has my pussy clenching and my head nodding yes before I even have to think about it.

He rewards me with a big smile. “Good girl,” he says, and I feel myself beam at his praise. God, I had no idea I was such a praise slut, but just hearing him say those words has my ass arching up and my tongue running over my lips in anticipation of his cock.

“Show me what you can do with those pouty lips of yours,” he says, letting go of my chin and guiding me to his cock. He’s covered in precum, and the hungry jump his cock gives when I lower my face even further has me gasping in surprise.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he says, running his hands through my hair and fisting it tight enough to make my scalp sting. “All you have to do is open wide, and I’ll take care of the rest. Just give yourself over to me and let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”

I’m more than happy to give him control, but before I do, I run my tongue up his shaft, making him hiss out a breath and rock his hips up to me. Seeing the effect I have on him is a rush of power, unlike anything I’ve ever known. I lick and kiss his cock, worshipping him with my mouth and letting him see exactly how badly I want and need him.

When my tongue traces a line along the ridge of skin along his head, he groans and fists my hair even tighter. I lick his head, probing his slit, hungry for more precum. When another beamformerIbeamformerpped it up before sucking his head into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, lowering me down even more, feeding me his cock inch by thick inch until I’m choking and gagging on the size of him.

“It’s okay,” he says, and even though my eyes are watering and my gag reflex is threatening to rear its ugly head again, I can’t help but be pleased by how strained his voice sounds. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises me, bringing one hand down to wrap around my throat. He squeezes me tightly, and the unfamiliar sensation has my body tensing in surprise and confusion.

“I need you to trust me, little one. I need you to give yourself over to me fully. Can you be my good girl and do that?”

I shake my head yes as best I can, knowing I’d happily do anything for this man. He gives my neck a tighter squeeze, and my pussy responds with a fresh gush of wetness that leaves my inner thighs wet and my hips dry humping the air.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, running his eyes over me, and when I flick my tongue against his cock, he gives me a sexy grin and fists my hair so tightly it has me whimpering around his cock. “You may be a virgin, pet, but you sure are acting like a slut.”

I whimper again at his words and slide my fingers under his shirt, raking my nails over his abs hard enough to leave red marks on his skin.

“Fuck,” he growls, rocking his hips up and slamming the rest of his cock into me in one hard thrust.

I’m shocked by the size of him. My lips feel like they’re splitting at the corners, and with his head lodged in my throat, there’s no way in fuck I can breathe, and love every goddamn second of it. In all my nineteen years, I’ve never been so fucking proud of anything as being able to deepthroat my man.

“Is that what my little slut wants?” he growls, keeping us locked together. “You want your mouth fucked hard? You want to choke on my cock?”