Chapter 320: Morning With You

David’s POV

We both stirred awake at almost the exact same second, like our bodies had been waiting for each other to come online.

My eyes cracked open to the faint blue glow of pre-dawn creeping around the blackout curtains. I reached for my phone on the nightstand… 4:03 a.m.

Holly’s lashes fluttered. She blinked up at me, sleepy and soft, then smiled that small, wicked smile that always meant trouble.

“Morning already?” she mumbled, voice husky from sleep.

“Not yet.” I rolled toward her, sliding one thigh between hers. “We’ve still got a couple hours before the world starts knocking.”

Her pupils blew wide in the dim light. She didn’t say anything…just peeled her robes open, hooked her good leg around my hip and pulled me closer until our pelvises locked together.

Heat radiated off her skin through the thin hotel sheet. No bra, no panties, just warm bare curves pressed against me.

I groaned low in my throat. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

“Promise?” she whispered, nails scraping lightly down my back.

That was it. Leash snapped.

I flipped her underneath me in one smooth motion, pinning both her wrists above her head with my left hand.

Not hard enough to hurt the healing rope burns…just firm enough to remind her who was in control right now. She arched instantly, breasts lifting, nipples already tight little peaks begging for attention.

“Look at you,” I rasped, dragging my mouth along her jaw, down her throat. “Already soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

She whimpered when I bit the spot where neck met shoulder…hard enough to mark, not hard enough to break skin.

My free hand slid down her body, mapping every curve I’d memorized last night but hadn’t had time to worship properly. I tore off the rest of the robe and cupped one breast, thumb flicking the nipple until she gasped, then pinched just sharp enough to make her hips jerk.

“David…please—”

“Please what, baby?” I moved lower, sucking a bruise into the soft underside of her breast. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”

She squirmed, thighs rubbing together. “I want… I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

My cock twitched so hard it hurt. “Careful what you ask for.”

I released her wrists only long enough to flip her onto her stomach. She pushed her ass up immediately, presenting like she’d been waiting for this exact command.

I grabbed both her wrists again, this time pinning them at the small of her back with one hand while the other yanked her hips higher.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered.

She obeyed instantly, knees sliding apart on the mattress.

“Good girl.”

I didn’t ease in. Didn’t tease. I lined up and slammed home in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Holly cried out…half pain, half pure filthy pleasure…back bowing, fingers curling into fists against my grip.

“Fuck…yes—” she gasped.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her with every stroke.

The wet, obscene sound of her pussy taking me filled the room. She was dripping…coating my cock, my thighs, the sheets. I could feel her clenching every time I bottomed out, trying to keep me inside.

“You like that?” I growled against her ear, free hand wrapping around her throat…not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. “Like being fucked like my good little pet?”

“Yes…God, yes…harder—”

I gave her harder.

My hand left her throat and cracked down on her ass…sharp, stinging. She yelped, then moaned, pushing back into me like she wanted more.

I did it again. And again. Each smack left a perfect red handprint that I soothed with my palm right after, only to slap the other cheek twice as hard.

“Count them,” I ordered.

“One… two… three…fuck…four—”

By eight her voice was shaking, thighs trembling, pussy fluttering around me like she was already close.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” I warned, slowing just enough to torture her. Long, deep drags that let her feel every thick inch. “You come when I say.”

She whined…high, desperate. “Please…David…I need—”

I pulled out completely just then and she sobbed in frustration.

I flipped her onto her back again, shoved her thighs wide, and buried my face between them.

No warning. Just tongue…flat, broad licks from entrance to clit, then sucking hard on that swollen pearl until her hips bucked off the bed.

“David…oh fuck…don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I ate her like a starving man…messy, relentless, two fingers curling inside her, hooking against that spot that made her see stars.

She tasted like salt and sweetness and pure addiction. When she started shaking, thighs clamping around my head, I pulled back just enough to growl against her clit…

“Come. Now.”

She shattered.

Screamed my name so loud I was sure the floor below heard it. Her whole body locked up, pussy pulsing around my fingers, gushing over my tongue. I didn’t stop licking until she was whimpering from overstimulation, legs jerking with every swipe.

Only then did I crawl back up her body, cock throbbing so hard it hurt.

“Open,” I said.

Her lips parted instantly.

I fed her my cock…slow at first, letting her taste herself on me, then deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

She moaned around me, eyes watering, hands gripping my thighs like she wanted to pull me even farther.

“Such a perfect little mouth,” I praised, voice wrecked. “Taking me so well.”

I fucked her mouth for a minute…shallow thrusts, then deeper…until I felt the telltale tighten in my balls. I pulled out, flipped her again, and drove back into her pussy from behind.

This time I didn’t hold back.

I fucked her like I was trying to imprint myself inside her forever…hard, fast, relentless.

One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back so I could see her face in the mirror across the room…eyes glassy, mouth open in a constant moan, cheeks flushed.

“Look at yourself,” I growled. “Look at how fucking wrecked you are for me.”

She watched. Watched me rail her. Watched her tits bounce with every thrust. Watched the way her body jolted forward each time I bottomed out.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” I told her. “Gonna fill you up until it’s dripping down your thighs. You want that?”

“Yes…please…fill me…make me yours…”

I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles.

“Come with me.”

She did.

Violently.

Her pussy clamped down so hard I saw white. I followed right after…growling her name, hips stuttering, pumping rope after rope deep inside her until I was shaking, spent, and vision blurry.

We collapsed together, panting, sweaty, trembling.

I stayed inside her for a long minute, softening slowly, just holding her. Then I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, the shell of her ear.

“You okay?” I whispered.

She nodded, boneless. “More than okay.”

I pulled out carefully, watching my come leak out of her in a filthy, perfect manner. Then I scooped her up in my arms…bridal style this time…and carried her into the bathroom.

Seconds later, the shower was already running and before long, warm steam filled the space.

I set her on her feet under the spray, stepped in behind her, and pulled her back against my chest.

Water cascaded over us both. I soaped her up slowly…gentle hands over the fading rope marks, over the handprints on her ass, over every inch I’d just claimed.

She sighed, leaning into me.

I washed myself next, then turned her to face me.

Our eyes locked.

No words were exchanged.

I lifted her, pinned her against the cool tile wall, and slid back inside her in one slow glide.

This time it was slower. Deeper. Face to face.

Her arms wrapped around my neck. Legs locked around my waist. Water sluiced between us, making every slide slick and hot.

We moved together…lazy, filthy rolls of my hips that made her gasp every time I ground against her clit.

My mouth found hers…messy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted like sex and shampoo and us.

When she started tightening again I pressed my forehead to hers.

“Come for me one more time, baby. Let me feel it.”

She did…quiet this time, shuddering against me, nails digging into my shoulders. I followed right after, spilling inside her again, groaning into her mouth.

We stayed like that until the water started cooling.

I carried her out, wrapped her in the biggest towel, dried her hair gently, then carried her back to bed.

She curled into me immediately, head on my chest, leg thrown over mine.

I kissed her forehead. “You know I love you…right?” I said, my voice full with emotions I haven't found a way to express yet.

“And I love you more,” she mumbled, already half-asleep.

We dozed like that…tangled, sated…until a sharp knock cracked through the room.

I blinked awake and checked my phone.

6:58 a.m.

Holly stirred, reaching for me lazily, lips brushing mine in a sleepy demand for another kiss.

The knock came again…more insistent.

She froze, still sleepy. “Who…?”

I rolled out of bed, yanked on boxers, and padded to the door.

Peephole showed Kayla…hair in a messy bun, hoodie, looking equal parts worried and scared out of her wits.

I opened the door a crack and looked at her.

“Kayla? Is everything okay?”