PROLOGUE
The woman on top of him was hot and amazing in bed. Nate had been on five dates with her, and tonight, Kristine had invited him to a motel. Nate had a fondness for assertive women such as her, those who clearly understood their desires and required no instruction in sexual matters.
He liked Kristine, too. They got along well; she was kind to him and went along with his crazy antics in life.
She was giving him playful nibbles on his chest while one of her thighs was rubbing his cock. "You're so delicious," she told him, following it with a naughty giggle.
Usually, dirty talk during sex would be escalating Nate's arousal. But he seemed to be taking a while to get turned on tonight. Was there something wrong with his "weapon"? It was always ready for battle, especially when he was with a beautiful and sexy woman. He should be devouring this woman right now, fucking her hard like he had been in prison for a long time. She should be screaming now from his intense thrusts, from his forceful penetration into her womanhood.
He hadn't had any action in a month, for shit's sake!
Until Kristine noticed. "What's wrong?" she asked, lifting her face from his chest.
Nate grimaced. "I'm not really in the mood right now," Nate replied.
The woman was clearly disappointed. "O-okay..."
"I'm sorry. I thought I was..." He sighed. "I like you, Kristine. Don't get me wrong. I just don't feel like it tonight."
The woman got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Actually, I've noticed on our dates that you seem to be deep in thought sometimes."
"R-really?"
She nodded. "You don't really like me, do you?" Kristine teased.
"It's not like that. I told you, I really like you; that's true."
"But there's someone else you like more than me?"
Nate laughed. "Nah. It's not like that at all."
Kristine looked at him with suspicion, then chuckled. "Uh, men. Who claims that women are the complicated ones?"
"I'm sorry, Kristine. I'd make it up to you next time."
"Next time?" Her expression turned sour, though she didn't seem upset with him. "Come on, Nate. Are we going to drag this situation out? Being a busy career woman, wasting time with an incorrect date is a major no-no."
"I understand; I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. We tried, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did."
She took a deep breath and crossed her arms. Kristine smiled as she looked at his manhood. "Even a blowjob, you don't want?"
Nate laughed. "Tempting, but I'd rather not."
"Lucky girl."
He got up. "On the other hand..." he said, pulling the woman's waist and pulling her down. "How about I pleasure you before we part ways so you have a lovely memory of me?"
Her smile turned mischievous. "Oh, yeah? Like, pleasure me how?"
He flashed a sexy grin as he toyed with her lips with his hand. "How about I finger-fuck you?"
Her beautiful body twitched in anticipation. "Game!"
Nate didn't rush to pleasure his companion. He initially fucked her mouth with his tongue, and then he made her suck two of his long fingers before trailing them down to her throat and in between her boobs.
Kristine's tits were round and firm, but he was thinking of somebody else's breasts right now. They were fuller and more enjoyable to touch, kiss, and use in a boob job. The owner of those crazy boobs was also the reason why his weapon wasn't cooperating tonight. Damn it.
Kristine arched her back as Nate's hand moved down to her stomach. "Oohhh, hurry. I've been so wet."
He chuckled. "I know."
She opened her legs as his hand reached the center of her thighs. He simultaneously inserted his index and middle fingers into the woman's glistening jewel.
Kristine gasped at the speed with which his fingers entered her. "D-damn!"
She was dripping wet and ready to fuck. Sadly, only his fingers were available for her right now. But he would make sure she didn't go home disappointed.
"Get a room for one more finger?" he teased her.
"Yes, please," she purred. "Aaah..." she moaned as he added his ring finger to her.
Nate thrust his long and fat digits in and out of her in a steady rhythm, watching her lovely face contort in pleasure. Nothing was more beautiful to him than a woman's face during sex. That's why he always ensured that all his women experienced exquisite pleasure.
"Oh, God! Nate... Nate! Oh, my! Oh, my." Kristine moaned loudly, meeting the thrusts of his fingers into her womanhood.
When he felt Kristine nearing her peak, he abruptly stopped moving his fingers.
"W-wha— W-why did you stop?!" Kristine gasped. He could feel her inner core throbbing around his digits.
"Relax," he said with a smile, pulling his fingers out. "You're too quick. I just want to prolong this."
"You want to torture me, huh?"
He laughed and changed the woman's position. She was on all fours, her hands holding onto the bed's headboard, and he was kneeling right behind her. He plunged his three soaked fingers back into her cunt before she could even prepare for them. She screamed at the depth he reached inside her.
Before Kristine could move, his fingers thrust again, faster and more forcefully.
Ah, he loved watching her ass rotate and bob... But damn it. It was making him think of another woman's buttocks. It was rounder, wider, and more enjoyable to squeeze and slap.
Nate hadn't expected to become obsessed with one woman's body. He always loved variety, but now, it seemed like he only wanted to fuck one very particular woman...
And why? He had no fucking idea at all.
"Oooh, Nate! Your fingers are sooo lovely. Ooh! Keep going, keep going!"
He prevented her from reaching another peak, and the abrupt cessation of her pleasure nearly drove her insane.
"Let me come, Nate. Oh, please... I-I can't take it anymore," she begged, her hands slapping the headboard of the bed in her intense frustration.
"Okay, siren."
It was then that he assaulted her dripping pussy with much more vigor and speed. This time, he made sure he was rubbing her G-spot as well. Her free hand slapped and squeezed one of her cheeks.
"Aaah, shit! Shit!" Kristine screamed, her face buried in the pillow. Her ass was raised, moving in rhythm with his fingers that were penetrating her. "I'm going to cum, Nate. Oh, God. I'm coming!"
He increased the speed of his fingers as they moved in and out of her vagina, pushing deeper with each thrust.
Kristine let out a long scream as she orgasmed. He rode her climax with his fingers, relentlessly ramming her vagina. He knew she had reached a long and intense peak before she collapsed on the bed, trembling as if she were having a seizure.
"You okay?" he asked Kristine after a few moments of silence, while she remained lying face down.
"G-goodness, you're intense. Just your fingers, huh?" she replies between gasps.
Nate laughed, pleased and arrogant. "I have many hidden talents."
"Argh!"
She rolled over in the bed, her whole body sweating. Her inner thighs were glistening from her sex juice. Damn, if those thighs belonged to the woman he knew and was craving for right now, he would surely dive on them, lick the cream off, and proceed to fuck her with his cock.
Kristine didn't hide her disappointment. "Too bad I didn't get to taste your other hidden talents."
Nate laughed louder and got up from the bed, picking up the clothes on the floor.
A moment later, the woman was also getting dressed. "So, who's the lucky bitch?"
