Chapter Seventeen: She has no idea the things I will do to her.

I dinged Alyssa into my room. I was done socializing. I wanted to fact how... She did a great job after our little conversation. The second the door closes, her back is against it, and I press my lips mechly to hers. She doesn’t try to fight it. Her arms go around my neck, and she kisses back. It is a passionate, heated kiss.

I part from the kiss and turn her around, pressing her stomach against the door. I unzip her, removing the dress from her body. I kick it aside. I run my hands up the back of her thighs and stop them on her ass.

“Tell me, Alyssa, how badly do you need me to fuck you?” I growl and slap her ass.

“Badly,” she breathes out.

“I was hoping you would say that, kitten,” I reply and rip her panties from her, tossing them away.

She moans loudly at my eagerness. I step back from her, and she flings herself around to face me. Her face is already flushed. I motion her to come to me. I wait for her to shake her head, but to my surprise, she does as I tell her.

“Mmm, I like you better when you are a good girl,” I rasp.

She whimpers, lust dancing in her pretty eyes. I bring her against my chest and let our lips meet again in a passionate kiss. Alyssa fights with my suit coat and shrugs it from my shoulders. She takes my tie off and starts with the buttons of my shirt, getting frustrated it was taking so long.

“How much do you like this shirt?” she asks annoyed.

I chuckle, “I have more like it.”

“Good,” she says and rips it open, buttons flying everywhere.

I won’t tell her she ruined a two-thousand-dollar shirt. She takes it off my shoulders and pushes it onto the floor.

“Bedroom. Bra off and sit on the edge of the bed,” I demand.

She nods eagerly and scurries off to the bedroom. I wait a moment and follow her. I smirk when I see her sitting at the bottom of the bed, completely naked, her legs crossed.

I stop a little distance from her, “Open your legs.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I asked you to,” I smirk.

Alyssa uncrosses her legs and spreads them for me. I groan and lick my lips at the sight of her sweet pussy. I head over and take my place between her legs. I run my hands up her thighs and reach down, pressing my lips roughly to hers. She whimpers into my lips, and she wrestles with the belt of my pants, popping the button and unzipping them. She drags them down. I part from her lips only long enough to slip out of my shoes and kick my pants aside.

My cock is bulging in my boxers. Alyssa’s eyes fall directly on it, and she moans. She reaches up to claim my lips again. Her hand snakes into my boxers, and she strokes my hard cock. I growl under her touch. She wraps her legs around me, lying back and pulling me down on top of her, not breaking from the kiss. I grasp her thigh in my hand and grind my excitement against her.

She cries out, and her head falls back. I use it to my advantage and attack her neck with kisses and nibbles. She arches from the bed and entangles her fingers into my hair. I descend to her breasts. I dance my lips over them and circle my tongue on each of her nipples, and they harden under my mouth.

“Please, Wyatt, I need you to fuck me,” she pants.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I ask.

“Yes, you can check for yourself,” she whispers.

I run my hand between her thighs, the wetness of her pussy coating my fingers. She gasps and shudders.

“Mmm, yes, you are soaking. Do you need me to fuck you that badly, kitten?” I rasp and grope.

She whimpers loudly. “Yes. You know I have been wanting to.”

I steal one last kiss before I get to my feet. She rests up on her elbows, glaring at me, “What are you doing?”

“Patience, baby girl. I need you to do something for me.”

“Which is?”

“Stand up, turn around and put your hands on the bed. I want to fuck you from behind,” I insist.

She shakes her head, “Not until you get a condom,” she reminds me.

I nod, “Fair enough, sweetness.”

I picked some up. I headed to the bathroom and took an entire strip, but I don’t do just one round. I return to the bedroom.

Excitement fills her eyes, and she steps up from the bed and turns around, her hand on it. I take my place behind her and pry her legs open with my knee. I dance my fingers over her folds from behind, and her legs nearly buckle from under her.

I rid myself of my boxers and suit myself up. I am eager to fill her up, spank her ass, and she cries out. I hold her hips and don’t waste another second. I thrust forward, entering her roughly and quickly. She squeals, fisting the sheets, and her head falls forward.

“Fuck, a warning would have been nice. Your cock is huge and not what I am used to,” she breathes out.

“Sorry, sweetness,” I reply, allowing her to adjust.

I press deep, with a slow and steady pace. I groan at every stroke because her pussy feels incredible around me. Nice and tight, how I like it. She moans and curses.

“Oh God, yes, so good,” she pants, gyrating her hips.

I hiss as the extra friction it was causing; I draw out of her.

“Wyatt, please. I need you to fuck me,” she pleads in a desperate whimper.

I wrap my fingers in her hair, yanking it so her head falls back. I slam back into her. Her entire body shakes, and her screams echo through the room. I repeat the motion a few times, and every time, I get the same reaction from her.

“Fuck, your pussy feels as good as it tastes,” I growl and slap her ass with force, leaving my handprint on her cute little ass.

She cries out, the front of her body falling against the bed, her legs quivering. She is becoming weaker quicker than I thought she would. I pull out again, and she whines at the loss of contact.

I flip her onto her back and bring one of her legs over my shoulder, rock my hips forward with speed and fill her deeply again. Her back arches, and my name comes loudly from her lips. I love this position; it gives me a deeper angle.

I close my eyes, grunting and groaning at how good she feels around me. I swear her pussy is moulded perfectly for my cock. She has a death grip on the sheets as I continue to pummel her. Each thrust was deeper and quicker than the previous.

I open my eyes to look down at her and smirk. Damn, she looks sexy, all weak, sweaty, and panting below me. She begins to tighten around me.

“Close already, kitten?” I ask smugly.

She can only groan and nod. I knew it wouldn’t take long. I believe it has been a while since she last had sex, and I would put a bet that whoever the last guy was who fucked her didn’t make her feel the way I am.

I dip my hand down and circle my thumb on her clit, continuing to fuck her. It is all it takes to send her over the edge. She clenches around me more, and her clit throbs against my fingers. Her eyes roll, and her head tilts back, her hips coming up from the bed, and her entire body shakes in pleasure as her orgasm dominates. She spills around my cock, panting and screaming my name.

I take her through her high, and she is still below me. Her face flushed, and her eyes closed as she struggled to breathe. I place her leg down and climb over her. I reach down, kissing her. She whimpers, and her pussy pulses around me.

I pin her hips tightly to the bed and continue to work into her. Her legs come around, and she uses the little energy she has found to move her hips to mine.

“Come,” she breathes out.

I bury my face in her neck, aiming for my end. Her nails tear up my back, leaving her mark on me. I hiss and bite down on her neck. My stomach tightens, and my cock stillens as my orgasm takes over, and I empty into the condom, cursing and grunting. My climax is enough to cause another one for her. We ride through our highs together. Our warm bodies stick together as we both breathe heavily.

“I am only getting started with you,” I promise.

She has no idea what she is in for. I will give her a night to remember.