The ride back to the hotel is a steep learning curve in the art of mastering restraint.

And, no, you kinky bastards, I’m not talking about those kinds of restraints.

I mean, restraint from screwing Morgan right here and now.

Because there is no way I’m having sex with her for the first time in the back of a limo.

Not that I’ve ever had a problem with having sex in a car before. But not with her. The first time with Morgan has to be perfect.

I guess I’m going soft in my Morgan-obsessed state.

But not soft in other places. My cock is currently made of steel. And I’m desperately trying not to impale her with him. But, fuck, it’s difficult.

And she’s not exactly making it easy for me because she’s straddling my lap, her hands in my hair, tongue in my mouth, riding me through our clothes, and I’m fucking dying here.

I’m so desperate to be inside her, it’s bordering on insanity.

Jesus, can this limo go any faster?

I’m half-tempted to drop the divider and offer the guy ten thousand dollars to get us back to the hotel in half the time.

But I don’t want him to get a view of Morgan in her current sexed-up state.

I don’t need to worry though because, a few minutes later, the limo is pulling up to a stop outside our hotel.

I don’t wait for the driver to get the door. And I don’t give a shit that I’m currently sporting the world’s biggest boner. I open the limo door, grab hold of Morgan’s hand, and drag her out of the car with me.

I all but run her through the hotel reception, toward the gardens, and in the direction of our bungalows.

I’m on a mission. And nothing and no one is going to stop me from getting inside her gorgeous body.

I’m digging in my shorts pocket for my room key as we approach the bungalows. Morgan hasn’t said a word, but I can hear heavy breaths beside me, and the sound is making me even harder. Impossibly harder.

I jam the key in the door. Unlock it. Fling it open. Pull her inside. Slam the door shut and push her up against it.

Then, I just stand here and stare at her. Taking her in for a moment.

Her flushed chest is heaving up and down. Her lips are puffy from my kisses. Her eyes are laced with desire. Her gorgeous hair is ruffled.

She looks fucking beautiful.

She looks like sex.

And she’s all mine.

I step up to her. Her breath catches.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi.”

She bites her lip, and I can’t wait a moment longer.

My mouth crashes down on hers.

We both moan in the absolute euphoria of our kiss.

I’ve kissed hundreds of women. Possibly thousands. And not once have I ever felt like I do when I kiss her.

Like my whole body is on fire. Alive with the most fucking incredible sensations.

If kissing her feels like this, I can only imagine what being inside her will feel like. And the way she starts attacking my clothes, I figure I’m going to find out sooner than later.

She tugs my T-shirt up. So, I reach back, pull it over my head, and toss it to the floor. I kick off my shoes. I stick my hand in the pocket of my shorts, pull out a condom, and toss it onto the bed.

Then, I take off my shorts. Leaving only my boxers.

I’ve never exactly been the shy type.

I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and shove them to the floor.

Then, I meet Morgan’s eyes, which are wide and fixed on my cock.

I almost come just from the look in them.

“God, Wilder…” Her eyes lift to mine. “It’s so…”

“Big.”

“I was going to say hard.”

“It’s that, too.” I chuckle deep.

I step backward and sit on the edge of the bed. I lean back on my hands, and my cock juts up, large and proud. “Your turn,” I tell her with a lift of my chin.

I see a flash of nerves in her eyes, but she seems to stamp it down. She meets my stare and bites that goddamn lip of hers again, like she knows it makes me crazy.

She kicks off her shoes and then takes her top off, revealing a black lacy bra.

Holy fuck, she’s pretty.

Then, she unzips her skirt. The sound echoes around the room. She pushes the skirt down her hips until it’s pooling on the floor, revealing her matching panties.

And it’s not one of our products.

“You’re wearing the competition.” I tilt my head to the side.

A smile edges her lips, and she lifts her shoulder. “I like to see what I’m up against.”

“Come here.” I crook a finger at her.

She pads toward me. My cock pulses against my stomach, the closer she gets.

When she reaches me, I pop the clasp on her bra. Her tits spill out of them. They’re more than a handful, and her nipples are rosy and perfect.

I run my finger between the valley of her breasts and down to her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her panties.

Then, I grab hold of her hips with both hands. I catch the material of her panties with my fingers and rip it from her body. She gasps.

“Crap quality,” I rasp out.

I throw the tattered panties to the floor, and my eyes drop to the spot between her legs.

She’s blonde and perfect with a neat little landing strip right over the place where I’ll soon be.

Taking hold of her hips again, I lift her onto the bed, so she’s straddling me.

I take her face in my hands, and I kiss her.

She moans into my mouth, and I feel it all the way down to my cock.

I suck on her tongue, and the kiss turns heated, so raw and primal.

She shifts forward, and her hot, wet pussy presses against my cock.

Holy frigging hell. I practically see stars.

“I can’t wait,” I croak out.

“Why would you?” she gasps.

Good fucking question.

I grab the condom from the bed and tear it open. I go to put it on, but she takes the rubber from me and rolls it down onto my cock.

So goddamn sexy.

Her gorgeous eyes lift to meet mine. She has my cock in her hand.

With our eyes locked together, she slowly…so very fucking slowly sinks down onto me.

And holy sweet fucking mother of Mary. It’s everything I thought it would be and more.

She’s hot and tight and so goddamn perfect.

She’s nirvana.

I kiss her again.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “So fucking beautiful.”

She rises up onto her knees, almost taking me out to the tip, before sliding back down on me.

Fuck.

I keep kissing her as my hands grab her hips, urging her on.

“God, Wilder,” she moans. Her head falls back, her lips parted.

She’s a fucking goddess.

I dip my head and capture one of her nipples in my mouth. My finger seeks out her clit. She moans louder. Her arms come around my head, holding me to her, as she starts to ride me in short, hard strokes.

My tongue laves her nipple, and my finger rubs at her clit. Her pussy is soaked, and it squeezes my cock like a fist with each move she makes.

I’m in fucking heaven.

I can feel her body winding up like a time bomb, ready to explode. I’m close to coming myself. It’s taking everything in me not to shoot my load now. She’s that fucking hot. That fucking good. But I want this to last as long as possible. I want her to come before me.

In one swift move, keeping myself inside her, I flip her to her back.

“My turn,” I tell her.

My body crashes to hers. I hook a hand under her leg, and I start to fuck her. Pumping in and out.

“Yes! Wilder! Harder! Fuck me harder!”

So, I do.

I slam in and out of her. Flesh slapping flesh. The best fucking sound in the world.

“Yes…God…Wilder…that’s…it…” Her words fall away on a gasp. Her head rolls to the side, her eyes squeeze shut, and her body shudders as she comes around my cock, triggering my own orgasm.

“Morgan…fuck…fuck.” I thrust into her, feeling mindless with sensations as I come hard and long. So hard that I’m pretty sure I black out for a second.

“Jesus,” I pant, pressing my forehead to hers, running my fingers into her hair. “That was…”

“Incredible.”

The best night of my life. And I’ve only just gotten started on the things I want to do to her.