Getting Laid By Mr. Hotty

Chapter Two

Maisie

Finn shattered my heart and made a complete fool of me, leaving me miserable and broken. While I waited on him like a devoted fool, he was out there screwing some woman old enough to be his mother. And now here I was, in a hotel room, about to get pay him back with a man I only realized could be my late father’s age when I got a closer look at him—a man whose words were smooth as silk, whose mere presence flooded my pussy with raw, aching desire. A man I desperately wanted to bend me into every position imaginable and fuck every last memory of Finn out of my head.

Mr. Hotty leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my ear as his deep voice sent shivers down to my legs, making it shake. "I’m going to savor every inch of you, Maisie. You have no idea how irresistible you are, how long I waited for this.”

How long he waited for this? Did he know me from anywhere? I looked into his eyes to speak, but his gaze caught me off guard, almost sending me off my balance. God, his eyes were so bright and beautiful, it sent a warmth through me that made me want to keep my eyes on him.

“Oh, I’m going to taste every part of you, Mai…”

The way he said my name, like it was a secret he’d been dying to say aloud, sent my pussy throbbing with need. Fuck, I wanted him, I wanted this stranger to do things to me, and for the first time since I got with Finn, I didn’t care what’ll be the result of my actions.

“Yes… yes, please.” I managed to say with shaky breath.

His hands moved slowly, as though he was memorizing me through touch. His fingers found the straps of my dress, sliding them down my shoulders with an ease that made my skin tingle, and left it at my waist. I was left in my black lace bra, which did little to contain my heavy boobs, I felt exposed, but oddly satisfying.

I’d always been busty—a feature Finn had scorned, once telling me to consider reduction. But now, here was this man, staring at my chest, his eyes glowing with unfiltered desire, like he’d been waiting his entire life to see me like this

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. His hands cupped my boobs, the warmth of his palms making my nipples harden instantly. He looked into my eyes, his face every shade of need and desire. He leaned in with hand still caressing my boobs gently, giving it a soft tantalizing squeeze that flooded my pussy with raw, and desperate hunger. “They are so soft and…hell, you’re do damn perfect, Mai.”

He traced the outline of my bra before sliding it off, exposing me completely, my nipples pink and erected, and my cheeks flushed.

“God,” he groaned, his eyes darkening as he stared at my boobs which hardened even more under his gaze. “These are just perfect. The best I’ve ever seen.” His words sent a tickle through my body and I shuddered. The bets he’d ever seen? When the man I had been in love with for seven years hated this part of my body. This was another evidence that Finn never loved me, and I was about to fuck him out of my head.

“Fuck!” He cursed, his words barely above a whisper. He leaned down, rolling one nipple between his fingers before taking it nipple into his mouth while his other hand kneaded the soft flesh of the other boob. My body reacted immediately, needy and filled with every desperate plea for more. “I could spend hours right here, tasting you, touching you.”

His words and actions sent jolts of pleasure rippling through me, my pussy throbbed and ached for a touch, more than it had ever in years.

When his teeth grazed over my nipple, sending goosebumps pricking my skin, I moaned, “Oh God,”my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. More.”

It had even over two years since I had been touched like that, since my boobs had been explored that way because Finn doesn’t like that. Fuck, I missed it, I missed the feeling of having a man’s tongue on my nipple. It felt so great, I didn’t want him to stop.

He picked me up in his arms, his hand supporting me to himself, pressing my back to him, while his lips moved from one boob to the other, tasting me, sucking harder. I arched into him, gasping when his tongue flicked over my sensitive skin, leaving me trembling with need. "You’re driving me crazy," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as his kisses trailed lower.

He carried me to the bed, setting me down gently like I was something precious, even fucking Finn doesn’t handle me like this, and I imagined staying in the arms of this man forever.

He pulled my dress off my waist and toss it away. His hands moved to my hips, hooking into the waistband of my panties. Slowly, with his eyes piercing into mine, he pulled them down, exposing my most intimate part, and I stiffened slightly.

His gaze lingered on me, his lips curling into a small, appreciative smile. “You’re gorgeous, Maisie. Every part of you is.” He ran a finger gently over the soft patch of hair on my pussy, his touch igniting me all over again. “This... this is perfect. Real, raw, and all you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding at his words. Finn had made me feel like I needed to be perfect all the time—clean-shaven, polished, flawless—but this man? He didn’t just see me; he wanted me exactly as I was.

“How can anyone be this beautiful? This… perfect?” He rasped, his fingers trailing down my thigh, igniting an heat in their wake. “And this wet?”

He grinned, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he settled between my thighs. His breath ghosted over my sensitive skin before his tongue flicked against my clit with precision.

“Ahh!” I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as pleasure exploded through me.

His hands gripped my thighs, keeping me steady as he alternated between licking and sucking my folds, driving me to the edge within minutes.

“You taste…incredible,” he muttered against my skin, his deep voice vibrating through me, sending more wetness through my core, and he licked it off, groaning in satisfaction.

My hands tangled in his hair as he slid a finger inside me, then another, curling them just right. His tongue moved to my clit, flicking and sucking it into his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered, his voice dripping with awe. “It’s like your body was made for this.”

The only reason I was tight was because I hadn’t done this in two years. It felt so damn great, the way my walls clenched around his finger, pulling him in.

He returned to his work with renewed fervor, his fingers and tongue working together to send me spiraling into wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh God, I’m… I’m going to cum!” I screamed, a sharp whimper tearing through my lips as he shoved his fingers deeper into me.

“Yes… yes, Bambina, cum for me,” he groaned, his voice dripping with lust. “Soak my fingers with your sweet juices, Bambi.”

And just like that, I exploded, my legs trembling as waves of orgasm crashed through me. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding loud and hard against my ribcage. I clung to his shoulders for support, my fingers digging into his skin, but he wasn’t done with me. He buried his head between my thighs again, his tongue licking up every drop of my release, his mouth adding fuel to the fire coursing through my body.

I shattered again in no time, cumming in a huge and thick wave, and just like before, he greedily licked up every bit of my release.

“Fuck… you taste so damn good,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and breathless, his lips glistening with evidence of my surrender.

And he? He was so fucking great. No one had ever made me feel like this. Finn had never touched me like this, never looked at me like I was something to be cherished, to be devoured. This man was erasing every bad memory, replacing them with sensations so intense I couldn’t think straight. Whatever Mila had planned to pay him, I’d gladly double it—hell, triple it—because he was just that incredible.

“More,” I whispered, my voice shaky but needy. “Don’t stop. “Touch me everywhere,” I begged breathlessly, already lost every ounce of shamelessness. “Make me yours.”

“Never,” he promised, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine tonight, Maisie. Every inch of you.”he murmured.

He lifted himself and leaned over, his chest brushing against mine, his eyes casting an hypnotic spell on me. His hand cupped my cheeks and his lips crashed into mine with a passion that stole my breath away.

The kiss was everything. Everything I’d ever wished for.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a claim, a revelation, a promise. His mouth molded to mine, demanding and yet tender, as if he’d been waiting forever for this moment. He kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, like a lover desperate to savor every second before an inevitable goodbye. The way his tongue explored mine, the way he groaned into my mouth, it felt like he was pouring every ounce of his being into me.

I moaned against his lips, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as though I could merge us into one. His hand slid back between my thighs, his fingers finding their way inside me again, curling and stroking, drawing out moans from deep within my chest.

“God,” I gasped against his mouth, my head falling back against the pillows as his lips trailed down my neck, nibbling and sucking at my skin. The world faded away, leaving only his touch, his heat, and the way he made me feel.

And I came again. Bursting and drenching his fingers in my cum. I heard him giggle softly.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding as I trembled beneath him.

I struggled to focus, my body still quaking from another orgasm that left me breathless. But when he rolled off and stood beside the bed, my gaze went to him.

“Watch me.” He whispered.

Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and kept them there for minutes, his eyes on me, a sly smile tugging at his lips, as though he knew the effect he had on me. Then, he pushed them down.

My breath hitched. Fucking hell!

Thick. Hard. Perfect.

He was everything I wanted. Everything I left behind just for Finn, he was the man I’s always needed.

His cock stood proud, thick and so damn hard, the pink tip glistening with precum, and I took a good look at him again. From his oak black hair which had a bit of grays, to his muscular arm and broad chest, beautiful tattoos sprawled over them. Damn, every inch of this man was a work of art.

My mouth went dry when it got to his enormous cock again. It was the biggest I’d ever seen. He was huge, and thick, the kind I’d always imagine to claim me. I bit down my lower lips, my body tightening at the mere sight of him.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as my eyes fluttered shut.

The heat overwhelmed me, my body and mind unable to keep up. The last thing I saw was his smirk, dark and teasing, before the world faded into black.