Page 54 of Cutter's Hope

Cutter…

I let us back into number six and shut the door behind us. I swept Hope up and down with my eyes and smiled slowly. Second watch was a few hours away and she needed a bit of a distraction, really I just wanted to get her messy before she got into the shower.

“I want you to blow me,” I stated and she turned around sharply, looking me over, “Put more of that red lipstick on first.”

I dropped onto the foot of the bed and she raised an eyebrow… she looked at the clock on the bedside table and her shoulders dropped. She went into the bathroom and refreshed her lipstick. Watching the creamy, smooth red of the cosmetic coat her lips had me achingly hard in my jeans… Damn. Hope was a walking fantasy. I wanted to see how far she would play along with my desires.

“Stop,” I ordered when she turned around and reached the threshold of the bathroom doorway. She looked at me expectantly and I felt my lips curve into a smile.

“Crawl,” I uttered and a deep fire lit in her eyes. She slowly went down onto her knees, and I smiled.

“Oh that’s a good girl,” I praised, “Take down your hair.”

She reached up, her eyes never leaving mine, and plucked the pins holding her hair in its French twist at the back of her head. The connection we had going on was electric, thrumming back and forth between us like high tension power lines were strung up between us. Her hair uncoiled and fell around her shoulders, shiny and thick, looking soft to the touch and my breath eased out of my chest in a shuddering sigh.

God damn it Hope was gorgeous. Breathtaking, heart stopping and if I had anything to say about it completely mine. I swallowed, my mouth watering at the sight of her, this passionate wildcat, on her knees waiting for my command.

“Crawl,” I whispered.

Hope dropped to all fours and her dark eyes went darker with so many things unspoken. I could see this turned her on and that turnedmeon. I sat back on the bed and watched as she stalked, slowly and deliberately across the carpet on all fours. The short, skintight skirt of her dress riding up, showing me the tops of her thigh high stockings and the gorgeous curve of her ass off to perfection.

Fuuuuuuck.

She reached me and I raised my eyebrows at her when she paused, she put her hands on my knees and smoothed her hands across the top of my thighs. I leaned back onto my hands to give her better access and she smoothed one hand over the hot bulge of my cock, the other working the tongue of my belt out of the buckle. I swear to fucking Christ she purred, humming her approval when her hand moved over my Johnson and that just made me hard to the point of pain.

She undid my belt and laid it to either side, making agonizingly slow work of my button fly. I barely breathed, and it took everything I had not to jolt when she lifted me free of my jeans. She turned those fantastic, cut obsidian eyes up to me, which were rimmed to maximum effect by her smoky eye makeup. I was a drowning man and I didn’t want to be saved, those ruby red lips of hers curved into a wicked smile plaintively heated with her desire before she stretched them lovingly over the head of my cock.

Holy Christ. I thought she was a phenomenal kisser? Her kiss had nothing on how she gave head. She teased me, she tantalized me; she drove me fucking wild. Her lips were like satin her tongue like silk and I think I about fucking died. I gathered her hair in my hands and she tripped, I don’t really know how to describe it. She froze for a second in her ministrations. I held her hair gently back from her face and she rolled her eyes up to meet mine. One was covered by the side sweep of her bangs and holy shit… It was one of the dirtiest, most erotic things I’d ever looked at.

Her, mouth stretched wide, red lipstick staining my cock, eyes dark and heated. I held her still by her hair and carefully tested the waters, thrusting in and out of her mouth gently; never breaking eye contact the whole time. Her eyes eventually drifted shut and she stilled, concentrating on timing her breaths, moaning around my dick. Oh shit, it was shameful how fast I was gonna go, but I couldn’t help it, even though I really, really wanted to hold off.

“I’m sorry Baby, you’re just too much,” I grunted and she fucking gave me this devilish little smile and I came, pouring down her long and slender throat. She swallowed and I swear to Christ I felt it around the head of my cock and so I backed off. It wasn’t my goal to choke her or cause her any discomfort. Her eyes were watering, her makeup blurring around the edges and for a fraction of a second she looked like this beautifully broken doll and I felt a surge of savage little boy glee that I was the one to break her.

I let her hair go, untangling my fingers from it gently, I didn’t want to pull it right now. Maybe later but not right now. Hope sat back on her heels, thighs parted, and I got a real good look at the dark stain of her wetness on her satin panties. Oh yeah. I was very grateful for my fast turnaround.

“Take my boots off,” I ordered and Hope looked up at me, she smirked a wicked little curve of just one side of her lips and swallowing hard, pulled first one, then the other off. I nodded and shoved my jeans down over my hips and let her take my pants. She took my socks right along with them and my girl stood up. I curved my arms around her lower back and pulled her to me, resting my chin on her stomach as I gazed up at her.

“Did I give you permission to stand up?” I asked softly.

She gave me a dark look full of lust and hands gripping my shoulders, shook her head no.

“Turn around and bend at the waist. Brace your hands against the dresser,” I ordered. She turned slowly in the circle of my arms and did what I told her.

“Good girl,” I breathed.

I took my time unfastening her garters, pulling off her panties, then took my time doing the garter and hose back up. She was almost at the perfect height in the heels, bent over like this, I nudged her feet shoulder width apart and she dropped just a little lower. Another nudge and she widened her stance just a little bit… perfect. I smoothed her skirt up a little so it rode a little bit higher on her back. Her beautiful flower open and glistening, throbbing with a want for attention.

I let fly and smacked her on the ass, the crack of my palm against her pale skin where she wasn’t tanned, reverberating perfectly; echoing back at us from the hotel room walls. My palm stung, and I rubbed it against the perfect, red raised handprint I’d left behind and had to smile. Hope panted, breathlessly and writhed a bit and I was ready again.

“I’m going to fuck you against this dresser and you’d better not fucking come until I tell you to,” I said and Hope let out this desperate groan. I had her right where I wanted her.

I pressed myself to her wet opening and slicked the head of my cock up and down her slit, making sure to tease her clit, get it wet with her cream, I’d need it that way.

“Oh my God, Cutter, please! Please just fuck me!” her voice was strained and desperate and music to my ears. I gave her a matching handprint on her other ass cheek and before she was done registering the smart from it, pushed in deep.

God, she was heaven on earth.

She all but yowled her pleasure, tightening down around me with damn near bruising force as I pumped my hips, crashing into that fine ass with a heated slap of flesh. Her hipbones cracked into the wood in front of her and she braced herself harder, rocking in her heels. I didn’t back off. I didn’t want to and truthfully, with how hot and slick she was, she didn’t want me to either.

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