Free Resist by Missy Johnson

grab a quick shower and a change my clothes before I pull the hot journalist’s number from the pocket of my jacket. I grin as I punch the digits into my phone and wait for her to answer.
    I know she will, because they always do.
    “Anna speaking.” Just the sound of her voice makes my cock twitch.
    “Hello, Anna,” I murmur. I help myself to the small bottle of scotch that sits on top of the fridge, pouring it into a glass along with three cubes of ice.
    “Who is this?” Her voice is coy. She asks in such a way that I know she knows who it is, but I play along.
    “You’re in the habit of handing out your number to random guys, are you?” I chuckle and take a sip of my drink, resting on the arm of the chesterfield sofa that faces the fireplace. “It’s Ryder. I was wondering if you had plans tonight.”
    “I do have plans, I’m sorry. But I’m not busy right now,” she adds.
    I smile. I know exactly where this is heading.
    “I’m staying at the Royal, in room forty-six. Come over and we’ll go out. Or stay in,” I add for effect.
    “Okay, give me half an hour and I’ll see you there.”
    **
    I’m standing in front of the door, half naked, when she walks in. I narrow my eyes, wondering how she got inside. I was sure I locked the door. She grins and holds up a swipe card.
    “I convinced them that you had meant to leave a key out for me.”
    I shake my head, not sure whether I should be feeling impressed or concerned.
    She walks over to me, throwing her bag onto the couch as she passes it. “Are you dressing, or undressing?” she asks me.
    I breathe in as her hands run over my bare chest.
    Her fingers trail down to my crotch, and she smiles at my erection. “Because I’m really hoping for the latter.”
    “You don’t mess around. What if I’m not that type of guy?”
    She laughs and shrugs off her jacket. “I think we both know that you are.” She reaches behind her back and unzips her dress. I raise my eyebrows. I’m so fucking turned on by her confidence. She knows what she wants, and how to get it. She’s like a female version of me.
    “I’m not interested in dating you, Ryder.” She wraps her arms around my neck. Leaning in, she whispers in my ear, “I’m only interested in riding you.”
    I smile, my hand creeping around her narrow waist. I pull her toward me and press my mouth hard against hers, caressing the back of her head. My fingers rake through her dark tresses. She smiles and pulls away from me, rolling her tongue over her lips as she reaches behind her back to unclip her bra.
    I watch, amused, as she tosses it to the floor. He breasts are perfect, just like the rest of her. They’re round and perky, and I admire them as I run my finger around the outside of her nipple. She smiles, a moan escaping from her lips as my finger trails down the centre of her stomach.
    “Were you this wet while you were watching me during the press conference?” I tease her as I trace my finger along her bare pussy. My other hand curves around the back of her neck as I pull her toward me. She exhales, her eyes widening as I plunge two fingers inside of her. She is so fucking wet that my fingers move inside her with ease. Her back arches as I kiss her neck, my throbbing cock pressing against her thigh.
    This was supposed to be all about her, but right now all I can think about is being inside her tight, wet pussy. Fuck being a gentleman. I’ll make it all about her for the next one. Turning her around, I position her over the back of the couch. She moans as my fingers continue to tease her. I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom, then I unbuckle my pants and shrug them down.
    My cock springs out, hard as fuck, and I’m ready to go. I roll on the condom and push her a little further over the couch, spreading her legs in the process. She’s moaning as I gently touch her arse.
    Lining up, I thrust myself inside of her. My fingers grip her shoulder as I push her back against me. She gasps and