Page 18 of One Taste
The touching.
The kissing.
Her gorgeous body, and those little noises she made when I kissed the apex of her thighs.
Devin.
Her name was Devin, and she works in the city but lives in New Jersey.
She has a smart mouth, but an even sweeter pussy thatI licked and sucked all goddamned night.
Those red fuck-me high heels, and that dark black lace bra and panty set.
The perfect woman.
“Devin.” Her name leaves my lips as I roll over to where I left her last night in bed.
What I’m not expecting to find next to me is an empty spot.She’s fucking gone.You have to be kidding me.
“What the fuck?” I growl.
I fly out of bed, grabbing my pants from last night and sliding them over my legs in rapid speed. Fuck boxers, my dick is too hard anyway. Fuck socks and shoes, and fuck wearing a shirt. I need to find her—one taste was not enough.
I need to fuck her one more time before I let her go. Remembering last night has my dick pleading with me to find her.
Normally, I don’t want seconds the next day, but everything about her was so fucking addicting. She brought out something in meI don’t let out often. Shelet meruin her, and she fucking loved it. Hell, sheasked forit. The sexiest woman in the city, and I got to taste her and feel her—tear her apart if only for a few hours. But, damn, they were the best hours I’ve ever spent with company.
I need to find her.It’s that simple. I need more of her.
Finished with buttoning my pants, I run across the hotel room. As I reach the door, I see a small hotel bar napkin stuck to the door of the suite.
I rip it off with force, and my eyes glare at the small white napkin. She stuck the fucking note to the door with a piece of chewed gum.Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Thanks for last night. It was great. Had to catch the train. Xoxo."
Under the writing is a simple lip print made from the cock-sucking red lips she used to suck our cum off her fingers last night.
I know she must have reapplied it this morning, because after I finished with her last night, there wasn’t a smudge left on her lips. But it was in other places.
Like my cock, for example. At one point, her lipstick had gotten on me, and I got it all over the lips of her perfect pussy.
Anger bubbles insideme, and I glare at her note again.
What does this note even mean? She didn’t leave her number or anything for me to go off of. All I know about her is she’s Devin from New Jersey. Andlast night was…great? Is she fucking kidding? It was amazing and perfect.
We tried every position at least once, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to try them all again with her… maybe a third time if she’s lucky.
Tucking the napkin into my back pocket, I quickly gather the rest of my clothing from the floor as if I’m in a race. When I’m dressed and suitable to head out of the room, I make my way downstairs to the front desk of the hotel.
I look for her even though I know she’s not here.What the hell has gotten into me?There’s no way she’s still here, but there’s always that chance she could be lying only to get away from me.
I still can’t believe she fucked me all night and then left before I woke up. That’s my damn move. I’m the one who leaves women alone in bed the next morning. It’s never the other way around.Well, except this time.
How could she have left like that? Then calling the sex “great”? I know she can’t be serious with that shit. I know the games. Play it off as if the sex was mediocre, but I know deep down, she’s still thinking about my cock. She’s still feeling it between her legs. Her sexy-as-fuck red lips are stillswollen from my cock fucking her mouth only a few short hours ago.
Arriving at the reception desk, I grab the attendant’s attention. “Excuse me.” I wave her down.
“How was your stay?” she asks, chipper, but I’m not in the mood to talk right now.
