"I want to take you like this, Suzy. Like a stallion covering a mare. Would you like that?"
She closed her eyes and let her chin fall to her chest as she sucked in deep, steadying breaths through her nose.
"Yes," she whispered.
Her knees trembled and threatened to buckle underneath her. She braced her palms against the bed in an effort to keep from falling. She felt extremely vulnerable in this position. She had no defense. He could take her as he liked, do anything he wanted, and there was nothing she could do.
Again his hand smoothed over her backside, caressing and rubbing until she sighed with pleasure. Then his other hand grasped her hip and he held her in place. She heard him move away and he returned seconds later. She heard a rip, and knew he'd gotten a condom.
He slipped it on, and then the tip of his cock bumped against her entrance, moved away, and then back again before he finally plunged forward, burying himself in her damp heat. Susan threw back her head and would have cried out if he suddenly hadn't covered her mouth with his hand.
"Shh, Barbie. Easy now," he soothed.
She let out a whimper as he pushed even deeper. He was so big, and It didn't seem possible that she could take him so deep. She felt full to bursting, stretched so tight around him, it was almost painful.
"I'm going to ride you hard, Suzy." The words came out as a near growl. His voice was hoarse and raspy as though he hung on to control by a mere thread. "Just lie still and take it. I'll take care of you."
She had no choice. Her head was bent to the mattress and her arms were splayed out, her fingers curled into the covers. Her knees were her only means of support as he drove into her again and again. Images battered her mind. How must he look mounted over her? Her mouth went completely dry, and she closed her eyes as pleasure quaked over her body.
He was deep, so much deeper than he'd been the previous two times he'd taken her. She was much more sensitive now after having endured his possession once already. His movements were part pain, but raw, edgy pleasure as well.
She was so aware of the raw twinges with every one of his thrusts. He was so thick, so big, so deep this way. He plunged deep, his hips slapping against her buttocks. He slipped one hand between them and brushed his fingertips over her quivering flesh just as he thrust fiercely into her once more.
It was all that was needed for Susan to lose all sense of herself. The flash bewildered her. One moment she was drawn as tight as a bowstring and the next she was being flung across the star-filled sky, scattering just like the twinkling lights. Her mind went completely and utterly blank. All she could process was the incredible pleasure that flooded her veins and slugged like thick honey through her limbs. She couldn't draw a breath. She panted, her nostrils flaring with the effort it took to pull air into her lungs.
Behind her, Leo gave a shout and then thrust forward so hard that he collapsed onto her body, driving them both deep into the mattress. His forehead hit the pillow beside her head and he dug his arms underneath her so that he gathered her tight against his body. Between her thighs, he flinched and flexed as his big body shuddered helplessly above her.
His chest heaved, and she knew that he had the same difficulty in drawing breath.
He carefully withdrew, but even that elicited a tiny sound of pleasure from her.
He chuckled and turned her around, sat on the bed, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her brow and stroked her hair as he stared anxiously into her eyes.
She smiled shyly at him. "I'm a bit sore."
"I'm sorry about that," he said truthfully.
She rubbed her hand over his cheek and smiled. "It's alright. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I still do." She said, then she pushed her mouth up to his to kiss him.
He kissed her back for a few seconds, "We should stop talk a bath, or we're never going to leave this room,"
Susan nodded. "A bath sounds heavenly, and then we can order something to eat."
Leo grinned at her, "Then you should go in there without me or I'll end up taking you again and we spend the entire weekend in this room,"
Laughing, Susan stood and strode to the bathroom. She was so happy and for once she refused to overthink anything. It wouldn't get her anywhere, and right now living in the present was all that she needed.
When the food was delivered and they finally ate, and they lay side by side on the bed, Susan felt a sense of calm she hadn't expected. Her head rested on his chest, and as his fingers traced lazy circles on her back, she closed her eyes, letting herself be carried by the gentle rhythm of his breathing.
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Susan and Leo stepped out of the hotel elevator, the bustling sounds of Atlantic City's nightlife embracing them as they entered the casino floor. The air felt thick with the tang of excitement and risk—an intoxicating mix of clinking coins, flashing lights, and the low hum of jazz music streaming through the speakers. The hum of activity was mesmerizing. Slot machines whirred, dealers shuffled cards, and laughter mixed with the occasional cheer of a winner echoed around them.
Susan, feeling swept up by the opulence around her, was admiring the chandeliers when she noticed Leo's demeanor subtly shift. His usual casual confidence sharpened into something more focused, like he was also on a mission. She trailed beside him, drawn to his confidence but curious as to what had caused the change.
"Let's take a look around," he said smoothly, gesturing to the rows of slot machines and game tables with a charming smile. She didn't need much convincing—she was more than eager to experience the thrill of the casino. As they walked, she felt his fingers graze hers, a fleeting touch that left her wanting more, despite the odd sense that he was keeping her slightly at a distance tonight.
She was still observing him when she caught sight of a familiar face across the room: Asher, leaned casually against a roulette table, feigning interest in the game. To any onlooker, he seemed like just another player. But Susan knew enough by now to know that this was no coincidence.
"Is that… Asher?" she asked, glancing at Leo. His gaze remained forward, though his mouth twitched into a faint smirk.
"Atlantic City attracts all kinds," he said vaguely.