We drive to the motel separately. I’m still so hyped up on adrenaline my knees are bouncing restlessly. I know exactly what I am going to do to her. She likes to be tied up. Well, I am exactly in the mood for that. I pick up the key from reception and go to the room first. It’s another bare, anonymous room with drab curtains. Her knock is timid and tentative. I yank the door open and pull her inside.

My dick is hard and ready to fuck, but one look at her face and I know something is wrong. She is still rosy from all the excitement of the concert, but her eyes, which should have been sparkling, are sad.

“What’s up?” I ask quietly.

She shakes her head, her blond hair striking her cheeks. “Nothing.” She looks so sweet and innocent…and lost.

“Come on, Princess. Out with it.”

“I...I was just thinking of my mother.”

She’s one lousy liar. “Yeah, and Sangria is a fruit salad.”

She cracks a smile. “I only have one hour. My friend is taking care of Mom, but she needs to go to work. Can you make this hour special, Trent?”

I smile slowly. “Yeah. You can bet your bottom dollar I can do that.”

I help her undress. When she stands before me buck naked, I stare at her, awed, my cock throbbing. She gazes up at me, her eyes enormous, her mouth parted.

‘Go lie on the bed, Princess.”

I watch her round peachy ass make its way to the bed, before I pull at my shirt and kick off my boots and jeans. I take down my boxers and quickly sheath myself, then I stalk up to the bed and look down at her, spread out for me. To do whatever I want with. Strange, but she’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to own. To call mine. To keep forever.

“Now hook your elbows behind your knees, open your legs wide, and show me your pretty pussy.”

She pulls her knees up and exposes all that beauty to me, even her tight little asshole. I stare hungrily at her glistening pink pussy with its triangular thatch of blonde curls above. It’s leaking nectar. My mouth starts watering to taste that warm, ripe, sweet summer peach again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna see stars, but first I’m starving.”

I dive down between her thighs and stick my tongue as deep as it will go into her delicious depths. She gasps and makes a little sound of surprise. I lick her inner walls until her thighs are trembling uncontrollably and her head is moving from side to side and she is moaning with pleasure.

I open my mouth wide and suck her whole pussy into it, the swollen fat folds, the throbbing clit. The sensation makes her shout. Her hips buck uncontrollably.

She wants me in there, and my cock is aching to oblige, but not yet.

I suck at her inner thighs, leaving marks. Not content with those, I mark her soft, creamy white flesh with my teeth. When she is a writhing almost delirious mess of excitement and anticipation, I lift my head and look at my handiwork.

I’ve branded her well.

I go back to her clit and expertly bring her off. She damn near tears my hair out with the strength of the climax that roars through her. While her body is bowed and her pussy is still clenching and pulsing, I plunge my cock into her. She is hot and as tight as a closed fist.

Her eyes snap open with shock.

I bend forward and take a nipple in my mouth. Like a warm little animal she pushes her breast deeper into my mouth. I run my hands over her curves and her body jerks against mine. She lets out a strange cry of frustration. I know what it is. It’s the high from the concert.

She wants it as rough and wild as I do.

I know I want to fuck her so hard she’ll be too sore to sit. I thrust so deep into her, her body shoots along the bed. I grab her hands by her wrists and pin them down above her head. I look down at her under me; open wide, impaled on my cock, and completely helpless. And suddenly I’m filled with a primitive need to claim sexual ownership. She is mine. Her body is mine and only mine. No other may even look at her.

“Who do you belong to?” My voice is a ferocious snarl.

Her pussy clenches at my words. “You,” she whimpers.

I thrust again, harder. I want in, deep. I want to be deeper than any other man has been. I glance down to where we are joined, where my cock is slamming again and again into her pussy. Just watching my cock oiled with her cream slide in and out of her takes me to the edge. I know I can’t last much longer. I feel my balls draw up and clench. A crazy thought flashes into my mind. I need to empty my cum into her.

I climax while thinking of my bare cock filling her little cunt. Keeping my cock deep inside her, I start playing with her clit. Swirling the wet flesh as I watch her face.

“Are you going to make me climax again?” she whispers.

“Yeah, baby, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.’

* * *

I take her two more times. While I’ve got her on her knees, her face on the pillow and her ass in the air, I pepper kisses along her spine.

“I have to go now,” she mumbles reluctantly.

“Sure, you can’t ask your friend to stay a bit longer?” I lick the sweat on her skin.

“No. She has to get to work. Are you licking my skin.”

“Yup.” I slip two fingers into her pussy.

“Don’t,” she protests, but she’s loving it.

Lazily, I move my fingers in and out of her.

“Trent,” she warns, but I notice she doesn’t move away.

I tip her on her back and swoop down on her. She going home, but not before I’ve had my dinner and dessert.

Finally, I lie back on the bed and watch her dress. Her movements are quick. When she has pulled on her coat I experience a strange thing. A strong reluctance to let her leave. To keep her with me.

“Right, bye,” she says, and again that sadness comes back to her eyes.

I get out of bed and kiss her. “Drive safely.”

She nods and looks as if she is about to say something, but changes her mind and says, “You too.”

Then she is gone. Leaving only her warm, intoxicating scent behind.