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Chapter 74

People move around us, but I don’t give a flying fuck about any of them. The only thing I care about is the woman in my arms.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I hate how shaky her voice sounds.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, but please tell me what’s wrong. Have you changed your mind about tonight? You know I would never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with, right?”

Her eyes widen even more and she tightens her grip on me. “No!” she practically yells. “I want you to fuck me. I just, I don’t know, this is just a lot for me, I guess. I’m not used to

crowds, and I’m not used to drop–dead gorgeous men making out with me in elevators, and

I’m nervous, and I’m afraid of how much I like this.” She gives me a shy smile and adds,

“Of how much I like you.” “I own the hotel,” I tell her.

“What?”

“I don’t want any secrets between us. I own the hotel and several others around the city. I’m staying there to check up on the staff and make sure everything is running as it should. I

don’t have anything that requires a date tonight. I have reservations at another hotel’s

restaurant so I can scope out the new competition, but I do that kind of thing all the time,

and I always go alone.”

Her eyes study me as if she can’t quite believe what I’m saying.

“I said I needed a date because I knew the second I saw you in the lobby that I had to have

you.”

“What?” she says again, making me laugh at her cute, dazed expression.

“I want you, Liv, more than I’ve ever wanted any woman, so stop worrying.”

I caress her cheek with my thumb, loving how she immediately lets out a soft moan and

leans into my touch. Bringing my lips to hers, I kiss her hard, letting her see exactly how much I need and want her. Her small body is pressed to mine, and I know she can feel the hard length of me digging into her tight stomach, the tight stomach I’ve already fantasized about filling with our baby.

I groan and pull back, knowing I have to stop this now or I’m going to be popping her cherry

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on Bourbon Street. Wouldn’t be a first for this street, I’m sure, but I’ll be damned if any other man is going to get to see what’s mine.

“Feeling better?” I ask, running my thumb over her wet lips and wishing we were alone so I could bury my face in her perfect little pussy.

“No,” she pouts. “I’m so horny I can barely think, and my panties are completely soaked and useless.”

I give her a wink and guide her backward until she’s pressed up against a brick wall and my body is shielding her from view, Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t say anything, just looks up at me with a hunger that matches my own, and I swear if I took my cock out right now, she’d hike her dress up and let me fuck her right her in plain view of everyone. Also, I’m guessing, not a first for Bourbon Street.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I warn her. “There’s no way in fuck I’m letting another man see you naked, so you’re going to have to just be a good girl and wait until I can fuck you someplace private.”

I can’t help but smile when she gives me another pouty look. When I run my hand under her dress, her eyes light up like it’s fucking Christmas and I’ve just handed her the biggest gift.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan when I feel how wet her inner thighs are. “You weren’t lying about your panties being useless.”

She moans and clutches my suit jacked when I drag a finger along her wet slit, pressing hard enough to feed her little cunt and her panties and make her bare pussy lips spill over.

“Please,” she begs when I press firmly against her swollen, achy clit.

“Fuck, please, Justin. Please make me cum.”

“God, I do love hearing you beg.”

I give her panties a hard tug, forcing them inside her even more and making her gasp and cling to me as her body starts to shake and her whimpers grow louder.

“Quiet, baby, or I’m going to have to stop.” “Don’t you dare,” she whisper shouts at me.

I give her a wicked grin and tsk at her, earning me an even brattier look that has my cock straining at my pants.

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“A fucking earer,* 1 murmum against her skin, kissing a line to her neck. I rub her clit, bringing her closes and dower to the edge. I’m not so sure I should let you cum yet? I give

the crook of her neck a bite, loving how receptive she is to every touch, every kiss, every stroke of my fingers.

“Yes, you should,” she begs. “Please, Justin, I can’t fucking take it anymore. I was such a good girl and didn’t fuck myself earlier, even though

1 wanted to. Don’t I deserve a reward?”

I run my tongue over her shoulder: “It does please me a great deal that you obeyed me,

sweetheart. Maybe you do deserve a reward, especially since I jerked myself off immediately

after leaving your room.”

I laugh against her skin at the shocked, angry gasp she gives. I work her little pussy harder, sliding two fingers into her tight cunt while keeping the palm of my hand pressed tight against her clit, rubbing her with every stroke of my fingers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life,” I admit, teasing her with kisses and soft bites. “I shot my load in my hand, imagining my tight fist was your virgin pussy and you were begging me to fuck you harder and to fill your little cunt with my seed.”

My words have her body tensing and her breaths coming in fast pants.

*Don’t scream, baby,” I warn her, bringing my face back to hers. “When you cum, you do it quietly. Do you understand?”

She nods her head quickly, her eyes already glazed over in her orgasm haze, and I wonder if she’s even understood what I’ve asked. I don’t repeat myself, though. My girl can either learn

to obey or spend the rest of her life with a very red bottom. It’s a win for me either way.

1 finger–fuck her harder, forcing the orgasm onto her and keeping myself just out of reach so

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Her whole body is shaking by the time I pull back, and she’s still letting out soft little whimpers, each one sending a shock of pleasure through my cock. Her eyes are heavy–lidded, and she’s slowly rocking her hips against me, enjoying the aftershocks and the liquid feel of her muscles.

“Ah, my sweet, sweet girl,” I say, unable to hide my amused grin. “Your ass is going to pay for

that later.”

Instead of looking scared, she gives me a hungry look that nearly takes my breath away. “Are you going to punish it with your big cock?”

I groan at her words and slide my fingers out of her pussy, bringing my glistening fingers to her lips. “Suck,” I tell her. “Clean your sloppy cunt from my hand.”

She parts her lips for me, sucking my fingers in and running her tongue over the sensitive

skin between my fingers.

“You like the taste of your pussy?”

“Mm–hmm,” she moans, sucking me even harder.

“And do you like the idea of me fucking your disobedient little ass?” I ask, eyeing her as she

hungrily sucks my fingers and wishes it was my cock she was latched onto so tightly.

She keeps her eyes on me and slowly slides my fingers out of her mouth. “Yes,” she says, and then gives me a shy smile. “Is that wrong? Do you think that’s gross?”

I laugh at the absurdity of it. “There is nothing wrong or gross between us,” I tell her, running my thumb over her swollen lips, pleased that she’s at least stopped bleeding. Sliding my hand down her side, I bring it around and cup her ass, squeezing her round cheek tightly.

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“Yuuking hell,” 1 grown. “You are so perfect.”

I shove her sosking, used panties in my pocket and grab her hand. “Come on, we’ll order some room service later instead. I can’t wait another minute to fuck you.”

“Walt,” she says, gripping my hand tighter and holding me in place. “I need to ask you something first.”

“What? Ask me anything, Liv, and I’ll tell you.”

I’m expecting questions about my past, maybe women I’ve been with or how old I am or something along those lines, but she surprises me by blushing and asking, “Do you like cats?”

I laugh, surprised by the out–of–nowhere question. “Yeah, I like cats quite a bit. Why do you ask?”

She tilts her chin up and gives me that stubborn look that I’m beginning to easily recognize. *Because I have a cat, and he’s non–negotiable. He’s part of the deal. If you want me, then he’s a part of that package.”

I smile and cup her face while looking down at my small, stubborn girl. “Deal,” I say. “I’d do anything for you,” I tell her, earning me one of her sweet smiles. “Now, come on, darlin‘, my cock is about to fucking explode, and I’m dying to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”

She gives me a big, excited grin as she follows me down the street. God, could she get any more perfect?

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