The Long Way Home by Tara Brown

not? You're
wet."
    I shook my head, looking around for a surveillance camera.
"It’s because you keep kissing my neck. Stop this."
    “You haven’t asked me to kiss your lips so I have to kiss
somewhere.” He lowered his face again, brushing his beard against the soft part
of my thigh, "You want me again, Jack. Admit it."
    I whimpered a little.
    He dipped a finger inside of my pussy and dragged the
moisture up to my clit. His bearded face made its way up between my legs. He
dragged his tongue the whole way up to my clit. He sucked and flicked.
    When the elevator got to our floor, he tossed me over his
shoulder and carried me to the room. He laid me on the bed and buried his face
between my legs again.
    I moaned, pulling at my dress. When I got the buttons open,
exposing my breasts, he sat up on his knees and unbuttoned his pants. He
dragged them down, bouncing his huge cock between my legs.
    "You ready for me, Jack? ‘Cause I can't wait a second
longer."
    I nodded, pulling at his dress shirt. He pulled it off and
bent his face down to my nipple. He sucked as he slowly moved the head of his
cock between my legs. He dragged it up and down my slit, getting me ready. I
held my breath as he entered me. He moaned into my chest as he made a second
plunge, getting all the way in.
    His beard dragged against my nipple as he breathed into the
top of my chest.
    "Fuck me. Jack, you see what you do to me?" he
pumped into me hard once. I cried out, “Please kiss me, Mike.”
    Finally, he put his mouth on mine and pumped hard. My legs
were spread as wide as they would go to accommodate his thick body. They
bounced in the air as he thrust wildly. He rolled on his back, dragging me with
him, no doubt too close to finishing. I slid up his cock as he moved my hips
the way he wanted them to. His hands moved to my breasts. I leaned forward so
he could suck one and roll the other. I worked his cock, sliding up and down
it, making it hit the right spot until I felt it. The buildup hit. I moaned as
he felt me climaxing and increased his sucking and flicking. I clenched down on
him, riding his cock rapidly as I came.
    Sounds escaped my mouth that I didn’t know I could make. I
felt him get into position to roll again. I finished orgasming and he rolled on top of me. He sat up, holding my thighs and pumped hard until
he came in a series of groans and ball slapping. He collapsed on me. I couldn't
stop smiling or trying to pull him farther into me.
    We finished and I smiled into the spattering of hair on his
chest, “You have a one-track mind, I swear.”
    He shook his head, “No, it’s just you.” We laid there half dressed and panting, until I realized I’d left my purse in the
restaurant. “Shit. I have to go downstairs and get my purse.”
    He sighed, “I’ll go.”
    I kissed his cheek, “That’s okay. You go get some water and
some snacks and we can watch another movie.”
    He laughed, “So much for a road trip. All we’ve done is stay
here and have sex.”
    I laughed and walked to the bathroom.
    By the time I cleaned up, he was already gone. I hurried down
and grabbed it from the front desk where it had been turned in. I walked across
the foyer, lost in thought and smiles. I think I might have recognized him
sitting across from the elevator, but my brain didn’t register Phil being
there. I walked past but he got up quickly. He looked rough.
    Fuck him.
    I frowned when I saw him walking to me. My heart was pounding
and my stomach was clenched. I just needed to get away from him. All I saw was
the cape and the lies. Devastation and foolishness filled me as he shouted,
"Jacqueline, wait."
    I pressed the button for the elevator, "No."
    He grabbed my wrist, but I stepped into the elevator, forcing
him to come with me.
    Being in the small elevator alone was a bad idea. He stepped
towards me, "Baby, I'm so sorry."
    I shook my head indignantly, almost wishing I could curl into
a ball but I needed Mike. "No you're not. You’re sorry you