When I find myself heading to her hotel room, silence stretching between us, I almost think I’m dreaming. I mean, is this really happening? I glance over at her, and her cheeks are a soft pink, her lips dark red. When her eyes meet mine, the desire is raging crazy in her eyes. I’m totally sure I’m making a sound decision. But then, I’m not drunk, neither is she, and I have a wallet containing the last two condoms from the pack I bought when I arrived in London. Figure I might as well finish the pack here before I head off to my next adventure. And who better to finish them with than the blond vixen who has me in knots?

I have never wanted someone as much as I want her, and when she leans into the elevator, her eyes drinking me in, I can’t take it anymore. I have to have her in my arms. I’m not sure who kissed whom first, but soon our mouths are attached, and Lena’s fingers are holding my face. She’s so small. Like a tiny pixie, and damn, so beautiful. Being this close, tasting her lips and becoming intoxicated by her perfume, I can’t help but get lost in her. Completely and utterly lost. Running my hands up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair as I kiss her, our tongues sweeping across each other, our bodies moving together in the most satisfying way. Lifting her off her feet, I press her into the elevator wall, my cock pulsating as she clings to me, her lips on fire against mine.

She seemed so innocent.

But good Lord was I wrong.

When the elevator dings finally—holy shit, we’ve been in this thing forever—we break apart. Staring up at me, she’s breathing heavily against my lips, her eyes wild with lust. “Fuck yeah, ya kiss like a dream.”

“That’s good, right?”

She gives me a smirk as I put her to her feet. “Yeah, real good. C’mere,” she coos before walking off the elevator and into a foyer. I’m confused for maybe a second as I look around, but then she lets go of my hand before she pulls at her shirt.

“What are you doing?”

She flashes me a grin. “Getting naked, of course.”

I’m stunned for maybe one second before I reach for her, pulling her into my chest. “But that’s my job.” She’s breathless, her eyes wide as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Why are you trying to rush this?”

“’Cause I want ya,” she whispers against my lips. “I think I wanted ya the moment I saw ya behind that bar.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, very much so. Yer a fine, fine man, Jacks.”

My mouth is watering as she nibbles at my lips. I’ve been called a lot of things. J, Jack, Sonny, even, but no one has ever called me Jacks, especially the way Lena says it. It’s almost like she’s moaning it. God, I’m not going to make it. How the hell is she this sexy? So fucking hot? And how on earth can she afford a place like this? It’s like a penthouse!

Wait, is she an escort? Will I have to pay for this? Looking down at her, I’m stunned. It’s a good act, I have to be honest. Coming off as a sweet, innocent girl and turning into a hot minx who wants me now, no questions asked.

As she runs her fingers down my neck, her tongue gliding along my bottom lip, my eyes get trapped in her gaze, and I decide I don’t give two fucks.

I’ll pay anything at this point just to be inside her.

As I look for some kind of surface to lay her on, she must notice my predicament because, without moving her lips from mine, she whispers, “My room is beyond those doors.”

“Oh, thank God,” I moan, and she giggles against my lips, her center so fucking hot against my stomach.

“Do ya work out, Jacks?”

Pushing the door open with my foot, I nod. “I do.”

“I can tell. And this spot,” she says, running her finger along the muscle cut into my arm. “I can lick it, yeah?”

I almost bust my nut right there. “Baby, you can lick me absolutely anywhere.”

Her lips turn up as I lay her on the bed, covering her body with mine as my knees come between her legs. Her mouth tastes like Cathmor, and it’s inebriating. Running my hands up her side, pushing her shirt up along the way, I take her bare breast in my hand and everything stops. “You don’t have a bra on.”

She scoffs. “I’m flat as a board, why wear a bra?”

I swallow hard. “You did that to drive me crazy.”

“Oh yeah, I knew I’d find ya today.”

“You did, and you knew you wanted me.”

“Absolutely.” Her eyes sparkle. “Stop with the glad eyes and kiss me, ya wanker.”

“I have no clue what you just said except that you want me to kiss you,” I tell her, and when I’m answered with an airy, beautiful laugh, I’m stunned. Where the hell had that been at the bar? Probably good I didn’t hear it until now, I would have taken her sooner. Before she can answer me, I take her mouth with mine as I squeeze her breast. She may not have much, but she has enough to fill my hand, and that’s just right in my book.

Pushing her thighs up with my knees, I press my hard-on into her soft center, and I’m rewarded with one lusty moan. Tearing my mouth from hers, I pull her shirt up and over her head, but when I go to take her breast in my mouth, I’m stunned in place at the perfectly positioned tattoo that sits right between her breasts. Holding myself up with my arm, I run my other hand along the armored helmet design. It’s almost like an old Viking helmet, and it has a green flourish coming out of it which runs along the bottom of her breast.

I want to compliment her, tell her it’s amazing, but then she is arching toward me and words fail me. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I mold her other breast as I inhale her scent. She smells so soft, like she is slathered in some expensive, sexy lotion. As I lick along her breast, she moans my name, or better yet, her little nickname for me. Soon, I’m shaking for her. Which is something that never happens to me.

Trailing kisses down her tattoo, I dip my tongue into her belly button as I undo her jeans, my knees hitting the carpet of her bedroom. Running kisses and nibbles along her hip bone and stomach, I pull her pants down, her thong sliding down her milky white skin before I see she is bare and glistening for me.

“You’re a dream,” I whisper, and when I look up at her, she’s watching me, her eyes so dark and wild. I don’t know how this is happening. She’s way out of my league. So outta my fucking league, but I don’t care. Kissing the spot right above her pussy, I trail my fingers along her thighs, molding them with my fingers before I slide my tongue along her lips. Her breath comes out in spurts as she grips the blanket. Closing my eyes, I run my tongue along the slit where her lips meet, tasting her as my cock cries in my jeans. I want to take it out, whack off as I eat her, but then, I want to be inside her too. When my tongue dips into her, she arches off the bed, crying out as I open her, licking her from her clit to her entrance. She is vocal, and soon her body is breaking out in gooseflesh, splotchy with color as I continue my torture. What she doesn’t know is that I’m the one who’s really being tortured.

I push her legs apart so she’s open to me, and I dig in, fucking her with my tongue before sucking away her wetness and finding her clit once more. She makes me feel like I have ADHD; I can’t focus, I just want to taste her everywhere. Taking her clit into my mouth, I nibble, her cries coursing down my spine before I slide my fingers inside of her. She’s tight—fuck, she’s tight—as I fuck her roughly, sucking her clit hard and fast.

And when she comes, I’ve never heard anything like it.

Well, maybe in a porno, I did, but this is real life.

Or maybe it is a fantasy.

My last London hurrah.

Her pussy is dripping and so fucking hot, I’m not ready to be done with it. I want her to feel more, so I smack her pussy, not hard but enough to make her cry out, prolonging her orgasm.

“Bloody hell,” she gasps, holding her breasts as I rise to my feet. “You smacked me puss!”

I smile down at her as I tear off my shirt before toeing out of my boots. “I sure did.”

“That was feckin’ hot, yeah?”

It sure as fuck was. I go to push my jeans off, but she’s moving, up on her knees, her hands covering mine. “This is my job, yeah?”

Licking my lips, her orgasm all over them, I nod slowly. “Yeah, I think it is.”

Her eyes drink me in as she trails kisses down my chest, tracing her tongue over my dips and running it along my cuts. This body wasn’t made in a gym, like I’m sure she assumes, but then, she doesn’t really care.

She just wants me.

Which is fucking hot.

Pushing my jeans down, she kisses the bare skin she exposes, and when my pants fall to my ankles, she looks up at me. “Yer packing a lot here, Jacks.” Biting my lip, I suck in a deep breath as she runs her fingers along my engorged cock. “Where ya wanna put it first?”

I can’t answer her. I’m pretty sure she’s offering everything to me, and that alone has me about to come. I’m speechless as she trails her lips along the base of me, cupping my balls. “My mouth, yeah?”

Still unable to answer her, I’m met with giggles before she takes me in her mouth ever so slowly. As I watch myself disappear between her lips, I’m stunned when she basically swallows me. I’m not one to say I have a huge cock, but it sure isn’t small, and this slight woman is making me feel like I am. Sucking me, she squeezes my base before making a popping noise when she comes off my head. My toes curl into the carpet as she does it over and over again.

All I can do is think of dead kittens so I don’t blow my ever-loving load in her beautiful, sinful mouth too soon.

When she comes off me again, she goes for more, but I stop her. “I think I want to be in you when I come.”

She beams up at me. “I like the sound of that.” As she lies back, her eyes drinking me in, she says, “The condoms are in the drawer.”

She points to the nightstand beside her bed, opening it with her toes to reveal a Costco quantity of condoms.

At least she’s safe…

Reaching for one, I slide it down my cock, watching as she opens up for me on the bed. She’s laid out like it’s nothing to be the most gorgeous woman in the world, and I swallow hard.

I don’t want this to end.

I go to cover her, but she somehow maneuvers me on to the bottom, almost like this isn’t her first rodeo. Getting on top of me, she moves her pussy along my length, her lips capturing mine as my hands take her thick globes in my hands. Her ass is the only squishy thing on her, and I swear we’re setting the room on fire. Groaning out against her lips, I close my eyes as she guides me inside of her. Curling my toes as she moves down my cock, I’m now the one crying out.

If I thought she was tight before, I was insane.

This girl is a fucking dream.

Am I about to wake up?

And is it pathetic that I just pinched myself to be sure?

As she rides me, her ass smacking into my thighs, my body is aflame. Every single inch. Digging her nails into my chest, she rides me hard and fast, her ass jiggling against me and causing me to go deeper and deeper with each rock of her hips. Unable to take it anymore, I grab ahold of her, pressing my mouth to hers before rolling us over. When I pull back, she’s grinning.

“Sneaky, sneaky. I wanted to ride that big ole cock of yers.”

“And I want to pound into this sweet pussy,” I groan as I take her by the backs of her thighs, pushing them back as I push deeper into her. Pulling out slowly, I can’t help but watch as I slide back inside her sweet center. I know I said I wanted to pound into her, but I can’t. She’s too pretty. Her pussy is too sweet.

“Harder.” Her words rattle me, her gaze meeting mine. “As hard as ya can, love.”

Holy. Fuck.

Who is this girl?

How did I not see this coming?

Looking down at her, I’m stunned. A woman who begs for me to take her hard and fast? It’s a dream come true.

And I’m not going to hold back.