his. He spun her around, pressed his hand to the small of her back and whispered, “That’s my girl,” as his lips crushed down onto hers. By the time he pulled away, she was a puddle in his arms, having already had her first orgasm. She managed to squeak out one word, “More.”
“As you wish,” he said as he pulled her into his arms and carried her through the bar and down the hall to the office.
This woman was a hellfire in the sack, he thought, as she met him, thrust for thrust. He was behind her on the couch, just releasing his fangs from her neck as her hands snaked back to grab his ass. He licked then kissed her neck to heal the wounds then reached one hand to her breasts to pull her body upright, flush against his as his other hand reached down to circle her engorged nub as another orgasm was quickly closing in on her. He could feel it building in every muscle, every cell, every ounce of blood in her body and he was loving it. His balls thrummed with the need to release again but he waited until she was there first, and she would be, soon. “Oh, God, Stryker,” she moaned as her fingers dug into his butt cheeks.
“That’s it, darlin’. Feel me inside of you. I can feel your orgasm starting. Come for me, baby,” he groaned and she did as he threw his head back and thrust deep inside of her as her spasms milked his cock for what seemed like forever. When she was finally done and she went limp in his arms he tenderly kissed the back of her neck. “I’ve never come that many times during sex before,” she gasped as she tried to catch her breath, “that was amazing.”
Her hand reached up and rubbed her neck, “Was that a hickey you gave me? Is it going to leave a mark?”
He smiled into her neck, “You got me a little worked up and I kissed you hard but I don’t think it was hard enough to leave a mark. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re safe. Nobody needs to know what happened to you.”
She looked down at her hands, “Oh.”
He slid his now shrinking cock out of her, pulled her into his lap and pulled her chin so she had to look at him, “What is it, hun?”
“You’ll think it’s stupid,” she mumbled.
“After the amazing time you just gave me, nothing you could say would sound stupid baby. Spill it,” he said.
“I was amazing? Really? Do you mean that?”
“Absolutely. Now, why would you want a hickey?” he said.
“Well, look at me compared to the other women who were out in that bar tonight. I’m nothing special, I’m plain and ordinary looking. They were drop-dead gorgeous. It’d be kind-of nice to have that hickey to be able to tell everyone who asked about it that I got laid by hottest guy I’ve ever seen – and he was the best sex I’ve ever had to boot.”
Stryker smiled at her, “You got a facebook page, sweetheart?”
“Well, yes, why?”
“Cause how about I do you one better than a hickey with a story that folks may or may not believe? Hand me your cell phone.”
“Are you kidding me? I probably look like shit,” she said as she mussed her hair.
Stryker kissed her on the tip of her nose, “You look beautiful with your just-fucked hair, trust me,” he said as he turned her cell phone around and snapped a few pictures of the two of them – some with them looking at the camera, some with him kissing her, all where you couldn’t see body parts but you could tell that they were probably naked. He handed the phone back to her then started to pull on his clothes, “I’ll let you decide which ones you want to post.”
She sat on the couch, naked, and scrolled through them, astounded that he was right – next to him she looked amazing with her just-fucked hair. And her girlfriends were going to be so jealous because, holy shit, he was so freaking hot it was like she got picked up by hottest celebrity of the moment. A knock on the door brought her back to the present. The bartender’s voice sounded through the door, “It’s closing time, I need to get in there to do my paperwork.”
“We’ll be out in two minutes,” Stryker said as Casey began hastily pulling on her clothes. As she