Free Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three by Aven Jayce Page A

for her.
    My waist lowers to
hers, putting pressure on her clit with each drive.
    “You feel
incredible... what are you doing?”
    I cradle her head in
my hands, advancing forward, kissing her mouth, neck, and tits.
    “I feel like I’m on
fire,” she says in a high voice.
    I’m quiet now,
gifting her short, gentle, and precise thrusts until our stomachs glide with
sweat. Ten minutes later and both our hands are gripping the sheets while our
mouths begin a greedy attack on one another.
    “Mark,” she pants.
“I’ve never cum with a man inside of me.” Her head falls back, chin up, eyes
closed. “I’m so turned on. I think it’s going to happen.”
    That’s for damn
sure, it will happen. And I can’t
believe I’m allowing myself to caress a woman’s sweet lips. Fuck, it’s good, a
renewed pleasure. One that heats my body, twists my head, and has my dick ready
to spit. I’m not going to last much longer.
    “You’re being so...
I’m not used to... oh fuck, I’m so close.”
    I nudge and kiss.
    “Uh,” she whispers.
    Then lunge harder,
getting lost in the erotic sounds in the room.
    “ Ohhh .”
    Quick jerks and warm
tongues dancing, a whisper of how gorgeous she is, and a hand under her ass
pushing her body into mine. That does it.
    “Oh, oh.” Her mouth
is open. “I’m cumming , harder, yesss ,”
she says faintly. “I’m cumming .”
    Her pussy tightens
then runs wild with quick pulsations beating at my cock. I groan, bite her lip,
hold my breath, and wait.
    This is amazing.
    I always pleasure
myself first, shoot my load, then finger or eat a woman out to get her off. I
haven’t felt fluttering muscles in ages. And fuck, Jules’ muscles are
ferocious. Like a hand stoking my dick.
    She trembles in my
arms and all I want is to devote this moment to her, but I can’t stop my
release.
    A lusty sound
escapes my mouth then, “Damn it... it’s coming... Christ, I can’t stop it.”
    She’s over her crest
but still in a frenzy as my first strong shot escapes,
then the second.
    “Uh, fuck.” My
forehead rests on hers. I tighten my feet and close my eyes.
    “Cum, cum for me,”
she says.
    I collapse and our
mouths join, kissing while a soft light glows over our heaving bodies.
    “Holy hell,” she
says.
    She owns me with an
embrace, holding the gearshift in this relationship.
    I roll onto my back
with my dick drowning in a condom packed with cum. It’s pulled quickly off and
tossed on the floor. I pant, staring at the ceiling, disoriented, confused, and
somewhat embarrassed by my tenderness. I actually noticed her. I felt her
emotions. I allowed myself to get lost in a kiss and thought it was crucial to
please her. What the fuck?
    “You made love to
me,” she says softly.
    I shiver.
    “You made love to
me, Mark. It was beautiful.”
    My fingers rest over
my eyes and I suddenly feel unsettled. I need to get out of here without being
too much of a prick.
    “It was good.” I pat
her leg and get my ass dressed.
    “Where are you
going?”
    “I forgot I have
work to do.”
    “Crap. That was
incredible for a second, but now I just feel used.”
    “Don’t. I didn’t use
you. Seriously. I told you, it was nice, but I thought of some things that need
to be done and they can’t wait until tomorrow.”
    “The first thing you
thought about after sex was work? That sucks. No, you suck.”
    “Sorry.” I grab my
gun, kiss her cheek, and walk out.
    “Good night!” she
yells, bitingly.
    This woman has
mangled my brain.
    I enter my suite and
slump onto the sofa. Shit. I did exactly what I wanted, so why am I so goddamn
ashamed? I’m coming unhinged over making love?
    A woman who owns your heart is the
devil, and the only way to kill the devil is to fuck it in the ass, cut its
throat and bury it deep.
    That’s what my
father used to say.
    I’m surprised my
mother’s still alive after dealing with his bullshit. And my sister and I are
poles apart whenever we discuss our childhood memories of