mean, I got
fucked by a rich doctor with a monster dick under a starry Thai sky.
And when I woke up from this dream, I wanted to be in my own
bed.
I insisted Jack stay and have some drinks with his friends. He
was reluctant to let me walk back on my own, but I didn’t give him a choice.
Then I smiled like a complete idiot all the way back to the
hotel which further convinced me that I’d made the right choice. Because the look
on my face was blowing my cover more every minute, and I didn’t want Jack to
know how giddy I was over a little bit of Earth shattering sex.
God forbid he realized how pathetically over the moon I was. It
might even go to his head- or worse- both of them.
My pussy clenched at the thought as I walked past the front
desk, trying to lower the intensity of my smile enough that I wouldn’t seem
suspicious. Unfortunately, it was harder than I thought seeing as how my
elation felt like it was written all over my face.
In fact, when I turned down the hall to my room and saw my face
in the mirror, I was smiling so big I hardly recognized myself. I almost
laughed out loud at how silly I looked before shaking my head at my own
reflection.
Did I look this stupid right after we had sex? Had he seen this
face? Oh god.
Hopefully not. It was not cute to look that ecstatic. So much
for playing it cool.
I let myself in the room.
Megan wasn’t back yet which was fine. I didn’t want her to see
my face looking like this either. I wanted to tell her about my night like a
mature adult, the kind of mature adult that has amazing sex on rooftops all the
time.
I grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge, lay down on
the bed, and sighed. I would never be able to fall asleep in this state.
My body felt like it had been doing cartwheels for two hours and
every inch of my skin felt new and important and sexy.
And I wouldn’t have traded that feeling for anything.
Chapter
15: Jack
Nothing helped me relax like emptying my balls into a beautiful
woman.
But I couldn’t sleep for anything.
Which was weird.
Usually after some mind-blowing sex I was out like a light, but
I couldn’t stop thinking about Audrey, especially Audrey’s face after we had
sex.
It was so fucking cute, like she’d had the best orgasm of her
life moments before she found out she’d won the lottery.
And even though I’d satisfied a lot of women in my day,
something about making her feel that way meant more, and the sense of pride I
felt in my chest was tangible.
Though I didn’t know why that was. Surely, a lay was a lay.
But she wasn’t just a lay.
She was more. She was something special. Satisfying a woman like
Audrey was a real achievement. She was the kind of girl that was worth
impressing, and the fact that I’d succeeded made me feel great… unless she had
the world’s best poker face and was actually trying to hide the fact that she’d
had a terrible time.
Though I doubted it. I knew women were good actresses, but faking
a smile was one thing. Nobody could fake getting that wet. Or fake glowing afterwards
like she had when I was done with her.
But I wasn’t done with her.
At least I didn’t want to be. There was so much more I wanted to
do with her- to her- and so much more I wanted her to do to me. And she would
do it, too. I had no doubt about that.
In fact, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever met a woman who was as curious
and enthusiastic about new experiences, and I was thrilled to see that carry
over into the bedroom.
And to say she was worth having again was an understatement.
Her body was incredible for one thing. I’d met so many women who
were obsessed with trying to eliminate the most womanly parts of their bodies,
but she was all natural. Her tits were soft and sensitive, her ass was meaty
enough to take a pounding, and her thighs were gorgeous and shapely in a way
that made me desperate to get my head between them.
But a hot body wasn’t enough to keep me interested.
A hot body was