Free Stroke of Luck by Trixie Stilletto Page A

from the kiss and moved quickly. “Just a minute, babe,” he said, reaching for the condom on the tub’s edge. He sheathed himself and reached for her. With his butt resting on the edge of the tub, he helped her to stand then, keeping her back to him and her feet not so firmly on the bottom of the tub, he entered her swiftly from behind. The position made for a perfect fit and it nearly sent her into an orgasm on the first stroke. But he wasn’t nearly done with her.
    “Not yet,” he grunted, his voice a low growl right next to her ear. With one hand, he tweaked her right nipple. It echoed immediately in her pussy and she tightened involuntarily around him.
    “Damn,” he muttered. “You feel so good.”
    Her breath stuttered and another shockwave rocked through her as he pulled out and thrust again.
    “Robert,” she cried, needing the final push for her satisfaction.
    “No, damn it. It’s too soon.” He groaned and pulled almost all the way out of her.
    When he thrust again he deliberately stopped short and her vaginal muscles clenched in protest.
    But instead of giving her what she wanted, he used the fingers of his left hand to find her clit and rub it.
    “Please,” she begged, her vision starting to go gray as the need rose even higher inside her.
    “I don’t think you’re quite ready,” he said. She would have believed he was taunting her except for the way his breath was coming from his lungs in pants. He pulled out and thrust a little deeper this time, his cock pushing a centimeter farther inside her pussy. He played her clit at the same time with those fingers and stroked her breast.
    Annalisa felt as if she were leaving her body the pleasure was so intense.
    “Oh, God, please make me come,” she cried again, the tears of want choking her words.
    Robert’s breath in her ear sounded as ragged as hers. For a second she thought he was going to deny her again, but then he pulled completely out, turned her around so she was facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and thrust his cock all the way home. She felt as if her body were shaking into tiny pieces as her orgasm shattered through her. Some part of her knew that he came as well, from the jerks of his body, but she couldn’t have said exactly when or how. She just knew she would never be the same again. He had taken her, completely and in a way no other man could match.
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    Annalisa shut the door to her hotel room as quietly as she could. She didn’t want to wake the still sleeping Robert. After winning the Championship then being an active participant in their own private celebration last night, the poor man needed sleep. She smiled to herself as she thought about what she had planned for their morning. She had her wallet, her room card and a plan. There was a convenience market across the street where she’d pop for a few minutes and get some surprises.
    “Hey there, Annalisa. I heard that WNO is pleased with your shots,” Jason Hull said, startling her. He was standing in the hall of the hotel, very near to her door. She hadn’t seen him when she opened the door because the hall turned just past her room. He’d apparently been leaning across the wall around the corner. Now he was blocking her way in the narrow space.
    She felt her nerves tighten. Once, when she’d been a high school senior, an aggressive boy had backed her against the wall outside the girls’ locker room. He hadn’t done anything, but Annalisa had never known what he’d intended. That time she’d been saved by some friends coming down the hall. She’d taken a class on self-defense shortly thereafter and felt confident in her ability to defend herself, but she also followed the cardinal self-defense rule and always tried to avoid situations like this.
    “Jason. You startled me. I didn’t know you were staying here.”
    “Yes,” he answered. “The BNA values me enough to insure my comfort. I’m considered one of the top sports photographers in