Chapter 2

• "You're gonna come so hard." Anders pressed his body against her clit and ground hard. "You'll forget which damn planet you're on."
• "Yes. Yes." She grasped his shoulders, her nails scraping at his skin. "Oh…please."
• She seems to have flipped a switch. He rode over her, into her, working every hot place inside and out with a scorch of determination.
• With each twist of his hips, the headboard clattered and shook against the wall.
• Her breaths were difficult to catch. Her heartbeat was like a jungle drum in her ears. It was all she could think of as the pressure in her clit was growing. He was getting it exactly so, playing with her body and forcing her to let go.
• Her mind cleared even more. Her thoughts were free of the wedding, her jerk boss, and her dingy flat. There was only the present moment and the enormous cock forcing her into orgasm.
• "Oh…oh…"Do not stop...fuck!" It was there, the bright conclusion she'd hoped for since first seeing Anders. "Ah…god…yes." She yelled out, flinging her head back. Her clit erupted with bliss, and her pussy spasmed around his cock.
• He looked down at her, his jaws clenched and his breathing labored.
• "Yes. Yes." The relief was divine, like liquid gold coursing through her veins. "Oh yes." Her skin was glistened with joy. She didn't hold back, wailing and gasping and telling him how great he'd done.
• She eventually calmed down, the spasms in her pussy diminishing. "Anders." She stroked his cheek. "But you…?"
• "Shut up." His voice was cracked, and his elbows were clenched. "Do not move." Not even an inch."
• She froze her hand on his cheek.
• He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes. He hung above her like a coil about to uncoil. An elastic band that is ready to snap.
• After a few seconds, he exhaled a quivering breath.
• "You okay?" she inquired.
• "Yeah." He blinked his eyes open. "I was on the brink then, but I don't wanna come yet."
• "You don't?"
• "Nah." He abruptly freed her leg, which was now over his shoulder, and withdrew. "'Cause that was just your first orgasm, you've got more to come."
• "I like the sound of that, oh…"
• He'd twisted her around, grabbed her hips, and hauled her ass up in the air. He was now standing behind her, and she was half on and half off the bed.
• "Sweet rump you've got." He touched her right buttock first, then her left. His work-worn palms brushed across her skin.
• Her ass twitched from side to side. Another orgasm sounded very enticing, especially from behind, which was always excellent for her. "So go ahead and do it. "Fuck me once more."
• Slap.
• A powerful smack had landed on her left buttock cheek. A hot sting blazed over her skin. "Ouch!"
• She shifted forward, but only by an inch. He had a firm grip on her. "What the…?"
• "Don't tell me what to do," he stated quietly and solemnly. "I'm the one in charge here."
• His commanding tone enthralled her. She told him he could do whatever he wanted with her. Fuck her fast, slow, deep, and everything in between. "Please…"
• "Greedy little thing, aren't you."
• Smack, smack, smack.
• Her ears rang with the sound of his hand brushing her ass cheeks. The blast of scorching pain sang across her skin, seemingly heading directly for her pussy and clit.
• She groaned, her smarting ass given up to him, her head bowed. "Just fuck me," she murmured quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice and slap her again.
• Then there was his cock probing her sopping pussy.
• She held her breath and waited for him to walk in.
• Like previously, it came strong and fast—a wild, primitive claiming of her small body by his enormous one. But, oh, he might get it. His cock was magnificently big and broad, as well as lengthy. Her pussy hugged it, wept for more, and went in search of her clit.
• "You're such a bad girl," he grumbled. "Picking up strangers in bars and letting them fuck you like this."
• "Only...you..." she mumbled between thrusts. "Only you."
• "Bullshit." He smacked her again, this time catching the tops of her thighs with both swipes.
• Her eyes misted as she yelped. She rubbed her clit over with her fingers. Taking control of every sensation.
• "You fuck a stranger each weekend, don't tell me otherwise."
• What could she possibly say? She did, in fact. Weekend hookups were her specialty. She remained sane. She had nothing else going on in her life, so a few rapid fucks were all she had to look forward to.
• "Dirty. Fucking. Bitch." With a pummeling push, he accentuated each word.
• A loud bang against the wall. "Keep the goddamn noise down!"
• Anders accelerated his fucking, his hands clenched over her painful, burning ass cheeks. He drove his fingers into the flesh, pinching and holding it. Her clit was shaking with erotic anguish as she rubbed it. He was clutching her a$$ and stretching her buttocks apart. His cock rummaging through her. Her pelvic pressure was increasing.
• "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed, the bed crashing into the wall with thunderous clatters. The metal frame squeaked and trembled, and screws and nails threatened to fall out.
• "Shut the hell up!" Another angry wall thud from their next-door neighbors.
• Blair was unconcerned. And it appeared that neither did Anders. He was fucking her like a feral animal, single-mindedly. His cock was so swollen she thought it would burst.
• He let go of her right buttock and placed the tip of his thumb over her asshole.
• "What the…?" She exclaimed, partially turning.
• "Oh my god, I'm fucking coming." He'd roared the words and thrown back his head. He then curled his thumb into her ass, breaching her virgin hole and burying himself into her.
• Her pupils dilated. The sense of him there was both dark and seductive. Her clit was a pressure cooker waiting to erupt.
• "Fuck yes!" Yes, yes, yes!" His cock throbbed as he sank deeper into her pussy.
• Blair returned. Her pussy pulsating as she screamed in joy. Her asshole clenched around his thumb, adding to her joy unexpectedly. She let out a big sigh of relief. The first orgasm had been fantastic, and the second had been the cherry on top.
• She hoped he'd return to London shortly. Quite soon.
• He removed his thumb and palmed her buttocks once he'd done slapping her. Squeezed. Fingers are pinched. His cock was buried deeply.
• She exclaimed, arching her back and staring at the sliver of light between the curtains.
• "You're a dirty bitch, you know that?" He laughed.
• "Speak for yourself."
• Bang.Bang. "I'm calling reception." An angry female voice pierced the wall. "This is preposterous."
• "It's okay, ma'am, I've finished fucking her now," Anders said to the wall, "though if you want some, ma'am, I'll be good to go again in ten."
• "I'm calling security!" A man. Furious.
• "Yeah, you do that."
• Blair erupted in laughter. "You're bad!"
• "I like to think so." He yanked out, let go of her ass, and headed to the toilet.
• She slumped onto the bed, her breathing still rapid. Her nipples were erect and her legs were moist. She yanked on the right one till it was stretched.
• He turned on the bathroom light, and she observed his reflection as he took a piss and then washed his hands. He had a shiny old scar at the base of his left shoulder blade, just below four lengthy new scratch marks, and his skin was sun-kissed.