Logic screamed she should've bolted from that hotel room the instant she'd stepped inside. Her inner feminist branded him a sexist pig, a leering geezer, urging a smack and a swift exit. But her flesh, her hunger, overruled it all, and she clambered onto the mattress, curling sideways with thighs clamped, peeking through lazy-lidded eyes as he rose and shed every stitch. Even fresh from her mouth's work, his cock stirred rigid once more, his stare never straying as garments pooled at his feet.His build packed muscle, shoulders spanning wide, chest fur and the treasure trail below a thicket of coarse dark strands, just sparse silvers dotting through. She inhaled sharp, mind flooding with images of that firm, sculpted form blanketing hers, coarse hairs rasping her silk. Mr. Stone bore no resemblance to her peers; he carried age, edge, threat. Beside him, they resembled yapping pups.He closed in on the bed, eyes igniting with relish as hers stretched saucer-wide. Unbeknownst to her, th
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