Eyes wild with desire, Tristan threw me onto the hotel bed. “Let’s pick up where we left off,” he growled, and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side. His mouth crashed back onto mine, so hot, so eager, so untamed.

My heart hammered against my breastbone. Cory would hate it if he found out… but we were on a break that I didn’t think we’d ever come back from. I wanted Tristan. I wanted him now.

A hand slipped beneath a bra cup and rubbed my nipple, squeezing and pressing against the tender flesh. He paused only to remove his own shirt. I gazed at his rock solid chest, chiseled from years of hardcore workouts. His abs flexed as he bent to claim my mouth again, biting and sucking at my lower lip.

He unzipped my jeans. Slipped a hand inside, rubbing the inside of my thighs, not quite reaching my pussy, which had become slick with want half an hour ago.

I moaned, wanting nothing more than his fingers plunging between my folds. “Make me cum,” I pleaded, shocked as the demand slipped from my mouth.

He grinned, his breath hot on my face. “I will, love,” he growled.

His lips moved from mine to the edge of my jaw, then nipped at my ear, his breathing loud and erotic. His teeth grazed my neck, nipping at my collarbone.

Finally, he used both hands to yank my pants and panties all the way down. “Open up for me, love,” he commanded.

I did, spreading my legs wide.

His masterful fingers worked against my clit, rougher than the first time. I arched my back, pulsing my hips upward.

“Mmmm,” he breathed, taking a moment to lock his gaze with mine. “You’re already soaked through.”

His fingers plunged inside my pussy, easily sliding in and out, going deeper with each thrust. I threw my head back as spams of pleasure raked through me. He took the opportunity to unclasp my bra with one hand, casting it aside.

His wet mouth latched on to my right nipple, his tongue swirling and flicking against the hardened nub.

I felt another moan build in my throat. I clenched my teeth, fighting it back, but when his fingers went in as far as they could go, I bucked my hips, releasing a high-pitched gasp. It encouraged Tristan, and he shoved four fingers into my pussy, stretching it out. I could hear the wet squelch as he pulled his hand in and out. “Fuck,” he growled. His other hand gripped my hair tightly at the roots, pulling my head back and exposing my neck.

I wasn’t used to such force, but it turned me on, sending a shudder of red-hot desire through my body.

His mouth switched to my other breast, sucking and biting. I winced in pain as he bit a little too hard on the sensitive skin, but the pain turned into a thrill of desire.

He released my hair and moved his body down until he was kneeling on the floor. He extracted his hand with a wicked smile.

Using both hands, he gathered my hips and, his arms bulging, pulled me towards his mouth.

The instant his mouth latched onto my wet pussy, I arched back against the firm mattress, my hands clutching at the sheets. My mind exploded as his tongue snaked its way between my folds, lapping up my juices and flicking my clit.

“Fuck!” I gasped, the word exploding from my mouth. “Please, don’t stop!”

His eyes caught mine, and I could tell he was grinning in amusement as his tongue transitioned into long, strong strokes, driving me wild.

He ate me out, giving me all the thrills and pleasures I had craved, but never received, from Cory.

He dug even deeper, using his teeth to separate my folds so he had better access, sucking and lapping with his tongue.

I bucked my hips upwards, feeling an orgasm begin to bud deep inside me.

He didn’t stop, even when I cried out, even when I twisted violently. He held me firm as my orgasm blossomed into a sweet, fiery release. My mouth gaped open as the waves of pleasure overtook me, carrying me through the most explosive orgasm I’d had in a long time.

But he wasn’t finished.

Pulling away from my pussy, his mouth glistening, he dragged my legs to the edge of the bed. Flipping me over onto my stomach, he pulled my legs so they were hanging off the bed, touching the floor. I was bent over, exposed.

His hands massaged my buttocks, then the tip of him nudged me. I gasped.

Without warning, he plunged his enlarged dick inside me, all the way in.

I cried out because it hurt, but also from the thrill of something new. I raised one knee and set it on the edge of the bed so he had better access.

He spanked my ass, my skin stinging. “Give me your pussy,” he growled, and set to work pounding into me, his thick cock causing maddening friction.

I gasped and moaned as he fucked me from behind, plunging so deep into me that his hips smacked against my ass.

He gathered my hair, and yanked it back, forcing my head back in an almost painful angle. I cried out, but then let out a small laugh because it was exhilarating, being roughed up.

I expected him to cum within two minutes, but after five, he was still going strong, pounding into my wet pussy and causing enough friction that I orgasmed for a second time, hoarsely crying out “fuck” over and over.

“That’s my girl,” he purred, and he pulled himself out. Collecting me in his arms, he picked me up and threw me back onto the bed, crawling up with me and straddling my hips. He grasped my hips again, and as he stoked his giant dick in his hand, I gaped at it. It was slick with my cum and swollen to a size I didn’t think I’d ever seen with Cory.

With one hand, Tristan hoisted my hips up. He slipped himself inside with a low moan, and began pounding into me, faster than before. My breasts bounced on my chest from the force.

The hand that wasn’t holding me up shot out, entrapping my throat, forcing my head back into the pillows.

I gasped, the sensation of him dominating me making me even more wet, and I threw my head back, letting him massage and squeeze my throat.

Fuck, I was going to cum again.

He fucked me so, sounds tumbled out of my mouth that I’d never uttered before.

He drove his dick into me again and again, until I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.

He gasped, his fingers tightening around my throat.

“Fuck!” he growled.

His sudden reaction pushed me over the edge.

Moving as one, we came together, entwined in the shared explosion of sheer pleasure. I was drunk off it.

Then, it was over, and he released my throat, bracing himself up with both arms as he panted.

It was honestly the hottest sex I’d ever had in my life.

If tonight confirmed one thing, it was this: I did not belong with Cory.