Page 2 of His Sweet Torment
“Hey,” he said softly and took her hand. She let herself be led out of the main room into the corridor at the back of the restaurant. His hand felt so good, the fingers warm and dry, and she couldn’t help imagining them on her breasts, her belly, stroking her clit…
What the actual hell?She blinked back into reality and stopped. “Wait.”
He turned to her, his hands on her waist now. “For what?” He said, his voice was low and sexy, American – or at least trying tosoundAmerican.
And she didn’t have an answer for him. He bent his head, and as his lips touched hers, all reason fled and she kissed him back with as much passion as he did her. His hands tangled in her long dark hair, bunching it up in his fist as he pushed her against the wall.
Padme gasped as his hands slid under her dress and pushed it up, his fingers stroking her through her panties.God, yes…the mere force of him, his machismo, his hard body…
She cupped his cock through his jeans, stroking the hot, massive length of it. He smiled at her and then the frenzy began, him tugging her panties down, her freeing his rampant cock from his pants.
And then…oh… he was inside her, thrusting hard, filling her. Padme moaned at the feel of him plunging deep into her, clinging to him as he supported her. They fucked hard, not caring if they were caught, completely focused on the other. He was so beautiful she could barely stand to look at him, his green eyes fixed on hers, their connection one of pure desire.
Padme came, muffling her cries in his neck as she felt him come, pumping thick creamy cum deep into her belly. God…was this stupid and reckless? Probably but she didn’t care at this moment.
They caught their breaths, panting hard gazing at the other. “That was incredible,” she whispered, and he gave a low, sexy chuckle.
“Yes, it was…but, I have a feeling the best is yet to come. Come back to my hotel with me.”
And Padme couldn’t think of one reason to say no.
She hugged Harpa goodbye, trying not to think of the sexy man waiting for her outside in a cab. He was leaning against it, grinning at her as she came to meet him. God, this was…. there wasn’t a word for it. Insane? She didn’t even know his name, and yet it seemed right to go with him.
He kissed her all the way to his hotel, not caring what the cab driver thought, nor the people in the elevator on the way up to his room. Padme was completely under his spell, and when they finally reached his room, he began to pull her dress off, apparently eager to get her naked as soon as possible.
His hands on her skin made Padme’s heart race, his tongue caressing hers before he freed her breasts from her bra and then his mouth was on each of her nipples, in turn, sucking and teasing until they were so sensitive she could have screamed. Instead, she tugged his t-shirt over his head, and as her hands worked the zipper of his jeans, she explored his chest with her mouth, trailing her lips across his hard pecs, biting down gently on his nipples. His cock was hot and huge in her hands, diamond-hard and quivering as she stroked it.
Her lover gave a growl of pure desire and carried her to the bed, pushing her knees to her chest and slamming his cock into her. He pinned her hands above her head, his gloriously handsome face intense on hers as they fucked, his mouth almost savage as he kissed her.
Padme gasped and moaned through two orgasms, and when he finally released her hands, she cupped his face with her palms, watching as his orgasm hit, and his face became softer with the release. He gave a long groan, his cock pumping thick streams of cum deep inside her.
He kissed her as he withdrew, but Padme wanted more. She moved down his body and took his still-half-erect cock into her mouth, the silky skin salty with his cum. She traced the vein up the side, feeling his cock engorge with blood again, his hands gently stroking her hair. She brought him to the brink of another orgasm before he pulled her on top of him, and she rode him hard, slamming her hips against his, his hands cupping her breasts.
They fucked twice more before collapsing on the bed exhausted, panting for air. After a moment, they looked at each other and began to laugh.
“Well,” he said, softly, “Hello.”
Padme grinned at him. “Hello…and lose that American accent, would you? So far, it’s the only fake thing about you.”
He chuckled. “Fair point.” He rolled onto his side and kissed her. “Well, then, hello. I’m Danilo.”
Okay, so he was still lying, but maybe that was okay. “Penny,” she said, giving him a look that said ‘two can play that game, buddy.’
Danilo smiled. “I didn’t expect to go to a party and meet the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
Her mouth hitched up on one side. “That’s such a line.”
“No, it’s true, but I can see your point. You don’t have to trust me.”
Padme studied him. His face was both beautiful and rugged, a strange combination – she could imagine, when angry, he could look hard and dangerous. But now, she saw no threat in his looks – especially when he was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her senseless…again.
“What’s your real name?” She said, risking it but his face grew pensive then.
“I cannot tell you,Principessa. It would be dangerous.”
Padme felt a frisson go through her. “For whom?”
“For both of us.”
