Prologue: Splash
“Oh God, right there! Fuck, don’t stop,” Terry gasped, fingers gripping the luxurious sheets of the Four Seasons hotel bed like her life depended on it.
Donald didn’t dare slow down. His tongue swirled faster, hungrier, tasting her fully as she arched beneath him. He relished the way her thighs clenched around his head, her hips bucking against his mouth. Her breath hitched sharply when he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just the right way. He knew her now as well as he knew himself. The rhythm she craved, the pressure that unraveled her piece by piece.
“Fuck—Donald, I’m gonna cum,” Terry warned breathlessly, her hand tangling tightly in his hair.
He groaned softly against her, the vibration on her clit sending her spiraling over the edge. Terry’s moan was raw and primal, her body shuddering violently beneath his touch. He didn’t stop, savoring the taste and every pulse of her orgasm until she finally collapsed, breathless and trembling.
Slowly, he moved upward, pressing gentle kisses along her quivering belly, tasting the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked up at him, eyes hazy with satisfaction and lingering heat.
“That was fucking incredible,” Terry murmured, a smile spreading across her flushed face. She reached up, running her fingers down the firm muscles of his chest, biting her lower lip teasingly. “But what about you? Think you can handle more?”
Donald gave a low chuckle, leaning in until his lips hovered just above hers. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“Good,” she purred softly, capturing his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. “I taste good don’t I? Tonight, I want every inch of you.”
Donald didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself carefully, watching Terry’s face closely as he slowly pushed inside her. She gasped softly, her nails gently digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his fullness. Her body rose to meet him, hips moving instinctively as they found their rhythm together.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Donald murmured, his voice tight with restraint as he moved deeper, each thrust becoming more urgent, driven by mutual hunger.
“Yes—right there, Donald. Don’t stop,” Terry whispered, wrapping her legs around him tightly, pulling him even closer, needing him fully.
“I’m not stopping. I love this pussy,” he squeaked out.
The rhythmic sound of their skin smacking together was enhanced by her wetness spreading. He lost himself in the heat of her, the intensity building quickly, his control slipping.
“Fuck, I about to cum.”
“Yes baby, fill me up. Please fill me up.”
With a guttural moan, he finally let go, his body shuddering deeply as he emptied himself into her.
“Yes, I’m cumming again too! Keep pounding baby.”
Their combined pleasure crashed over them like a wave, leaving them breathless and trembling together.
A brief chuckle filled the sexual air in the room. Their laughter was intimate, warm, a brief illusion of calm before the real world crept back in. They lay there for a moment, tangled and blissfully unaware of the storm they’d set in motion.
Finally, Donald rolled onto his back, one arm draped behind his head. “Think anyone at the bar recognized us?”
Terry laughed softly, propping herself up on one elbow, eyes gleaming mischievously. “If they did, they’re definitely jealous now.”
Donald smiled, but something in his chest tightened. The shadows of their past encounters flickered through his mind. Kristal’s sly glances, and his uneasy situation with Peter and his hug cock. Pleasure came easily between him and Terry, but peace? Peace may never come.
Outside, footsteps shuffled softly down the hotel hallway, a quiet murmur, maybe laughter. Donald and Terry glanced at the door, then back at each other, smiles fading into cautious curiosity.
“Ready to face reality?” Terry asked quietly, fingers tracing slow, sensual circles on his chest.
Donald drew a slow breath, savoring the last few seconds of intimacy. “Not even a little. But this little roleplay was a nice break.”
“Yeah, it was,” Terry replied, looking down at the floor.
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