Free Eluded by Lyra Parish Page B

asked seductively, as she placed her left hand on my
thigh.
    "Actually, no. I don't. But rings
don't stop me."
    "I don't do relationships," she
said as she slid her hand closer to my dick.
    I laughed at the prospect of
meeting someone who actually didn’t want anything more than
unadulterated sex. If she wanted to play that game . . . well, we
would play.
    She moved her barstool closer to
me and bit her bottom lip. I took the moment to slide my hand up
her thigh, move the white cotton dress out of my way, and reach my
hand into her panties. She was fucking wet and shaved. When I
dipped a finger inside of her, in the middle of one of the
classiest bars in London, she moaned and grabbed the edge of the
bar with white knuckles. Her face was full of want and need, so I
slipped another finger inside.
    She pushed herself hard onto my
fingers and pulled my ear close. "Let's get out of here," she
said.
    I slid my hand down her thigh,
slowly, and saw her shudder at the touch of my hand. I paid our
bill and she led me out the door by my hand. I loved letting women
think they were in control, even for just a moment. They seemed to
want to fuck harder and please me more when I did that. I learned
the game long ago and mastered it.
    "I can get us a taxi," she said,
because she didn't have a car.
    "No. I'll drive," I insisted and
led her to the Range Rover.
    Her eyebrows lifted as she slid
inside of it. The smell of new car and fresh leather lingered.
After she buckled, she spit out the address to her hotel.
Coincidentally, it was right down the street from where I lived,
fucking perfect. The stars seemed to have lined up in my favor.
When I parked on the street, I ran around the other side of the
Rover and opened the door for her. Women loved a man with
manners.
    We couldn't keep our hands off one
another on the ride up the elevator. She unbuttoned the top button
of my pants and slipped her hand down, grabbing my erection. She
hummed with satisfaction as she felt me. Our lips crashed upon one
another, and I lifted her dress up to her waist and removed her
panties. Her pussy was perfect in every sense, and I couldn't wait
to fuck her. My body protested with pain, but I pushed it aside.
Fuck pain, it was bad timing.
    The bell rang and the elevator
doors opened. An old couple watched as . . . damn, I didn't get her
name, pulled the cotton dress over her bare ass and exited. The
whole situation didn't faze her a bit. I guess because she knew she
would be leaving here in the next week or so.
    As she opened the door to her
room, I smacked her ass as hard as I could. A handprint almost
instantly appeared, and she moaned with satisfaction as we stepped
inside. Within seconds, we were kissing again, and I was undressing
her as her hands roamed over my abs. She stood in a navy blue bra
and no panties. I lifted an eyebrow, then she removed the bra
without a single command and stood completely naked. I admired her
perky tits, little pink nipples, and completely shaved pussy for a
minute before I moved to her. Her hands were full of fervor, want,
and need as she unzipped my pants and shoved my underwear down to
my ankles.
    After she admired me for a moment,
she dropped to her knees and put the tip of my dick in her mouth. I
closed my eyes and threaded my hands through her hair as she went
down further on my length. I could feel the back of her throat, but
that didn't stop her. She wanted all of me, and picked up her pace
as she licked every inch. When she sucked on my balls, I realized
that I had picked the perfect lay at the bar. She wasn't afraid of
anything and wanted it all. After I was completely hard, she kissed
up my stomach until she met my mouth, and that was when I decided I
needed to take control.
    "I'm on the pill. If you want to
use a condom . . . go for it, but trust me when I say I don't do
this often and my pussy feels so much better without a fucking
rubber."
    That was enough for me. I moved
her to the bed and bent her over as I