SALVADORA DE LEON

Titus Reyes.

His name seemed familiar, like I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't place it.

Titus called a cab and called ahead to book us a room in a hotel in the middle of town. Thankfully they had a room, otherwise I don't know what I would have done.

Actually, I knew exactly what I would have done.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Titus asked as we sat in the back of the cab, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Are you having second thoughts?" He asked like he genuinely cared.

"No." I denied quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "No second thoughts. I just don't usually do this kind of thing."

"One-night stands?"

I nodded, feeling shy.

"Never?" He questioned, sounding surprised.

"Once. A couple months ago." I admitted in a small voice. "I was visiting a friend in Chicago. We were at this house party one night and there was this guy playing beer pong..." My voice trailed off as realization dawned on me.

What was I doing telling a guy I was about to sleep with about the last guy I slept with?

I hadn't told him that yet so it was better I kept my mouth shut while I was ahead. Unless I had caused enough damage already but seeing the way Titus had his head thrown back while he laughed so freely told me I hadn't blown things just yet.

"Sorry." I apologised, a warm flush spreading over my face. "I don't know why I told you all that. That's so embarrassing."

"No, I want to know." Titus chuckled; his laughter having subsided. "How was it?"

My eyes widened. "How was the sex?"

"Yes."

"Kind of terrible." I chuckled and cringed as I thought of the dreadful experience.

"He didn't make you cum?" Titus asked so casually as if we were alone, but one glance at the driver told me that he was listening to our every word.

"Let's just say that he wasn't the most...hygienic." I cringed. "Thankfully, it was over pretty quickly so I didn't have to put up with it for long."

"You don't have to worry about either of those things with me, Carina." Titus assured me, leaning over to brush his lips against my temple. "I'm very hygienic, and I have great stamina. I promise you won't be disappointed tonight."

I don't know what had my pussy tingling me. The sweet endearment he had used for me, or the promise of all the pleasure he would deliver tonight. Perhaps both.

There was not a single doubt in my mind that Titus wouldn't live up to my expectations tonight. I felt like I could cum just be looking at him. With his messy midnight black hair that fell over his forehead and looked like it had never been introduced to a comb before, deep, chocolate eyes that had my entire body flushing, strong, arched eyebrows and sharp jaw with just a hint of a five o'clock shadow, Titus Reyes was nothing short of every woman's wet dreams.

My body had a mind of its own as I wrapped my arms around Titus' waist while he checked us into the hotel for the night. I was very aware that the receptionist was watching us both keenly while she studied something on her computer screen, but I couldn't bring myself to care less. Titus seemed to be in agreement as he buried his hand in my hair and tugged, forcing my head up. I rose on my tiptoes to meet him halfway, and my eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against mine.

My pussy leaked with lust as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, dominating me. PDA usually wasn't my thing but right now, I could do nothing but focus on the way Titus claimed my mouth, teasing me with his tongue as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of me. As if he was trying to drink in the taste of me and commit it to memory.

We were forced to pull apart when our audience cleared their throat.

"Mr Reyes, your room key."

Titus thanked the lady with a bright smile and all but snatched the key from her. He slipped his hand into mine and tugged us into the elevator. We were all over each other before the doors closed, and I couldn't wait until we got to our room so I didn't have to hold myself back anymore.

"I don't think I can wait until we get to the room." Titus groaned, sucking leisurely on my bottom lip as he held me close, my chest flush against his. His hands were resting on my hip, squeezing gently as they travelled down at a snails pace.

His touch was torture when all I wanted to do was slip my hand into his jeans and pull out his cock to play with. I could feel it against my lower stomach as he ground himself against me, and my pussy was weeping with need for him.

I had never felt so turned on or desperate for someone before.

"You have to." I whispered against his mouth, nipping him back when he teased me. "I don't want someone to walk in on us having sex in the elevator."

Titus groaned and dipped his head to press his face into my neck, his hand digging into my ass as he slipped them under the bottom of my dress. If the lift came to a stop now and the doors opened, people standing on the other side would catch an eyeful of my bare ass, my pussy barely covered by the thin, wet material of the thing that I was wearing, but I couldn't do anything to stop him. I didn't want to.

His touch was magical, and I couldn't wait to feel more of it but first, we needed to get behind closed doors so we could truly let go.

"Fucking finally!" Titus swore as the elevator came to a stop on our floor. He rushed us both and toward our rooms.

So close to the final destination, my hands had a mind of their own as I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand in, stroking him over the satin material of his boxers. Expensive stuff.

"Fuck, Sal. What are you doing to me?" Titus groaned, his eyes darkening as he fumbled with the keys. When he finally managed to get the door open, he all but carried me into the room and slammed the door shut behind us. He spared a moment to slide the lock into place before he threw me across the room with sheer strength.

A startled gasp escaped me, but it was replaced by a little giggle when I bounced on the bed as I landed. Another giggle, louder than the one before quickly followed when he kicked off his shoes and leaped onto the bed, quick to push me onto my back and cover my body with his.

"Hi." Titus whispered, his body plastered against mine, allowing me to feel every part of him. And just like his build, large, it appeared that every part of him was large. Girthy too, from what I could feel against my thigh.

"Hi." I whispered back and lifted my head to slip my tongue into his mouth, desperate to explore his mouth and savour the rich, musky, masculine scent of him.

Titus kissed me back with unadulterated passion, pinning me to the bed as he bunched up the bottom of my dress and exposing the wet patch over my crotch. When his fingers skimmed over the spot, teasing my kiss, I moaned into his mouth and raised my hips to feel more of him.

"Titus." I moaned his name and bucked my hips, already feeling like I was so close to coming undone. And the man had barely even touched me yet!

Titus pulled away from my mouth, and I watched from under hooded eyes as a shudder wracked his body. As if the way I moaned his name did things to him.

"I usually prefer it when people call me T, but when you say my name, it does things to me, Carina." Titus groaned, his eyes dark and hungry as he continued toying with my weeping pussy over my panties driving me crazy.

"Carina?"

"You're my Carina tonight." He groaned and leaned forward to press his tongue flat against the hollow of my neck. I thought he was going to stop there, but apparently not.

Titus licked a long stripe from the base of my neck to under my chin before his mouth travelled down to my cleavage exposed by the low, sweetheart neckline of my dress. The straps had dropped down my shoulders by this point so all he had to do was pull lightly on the material to expose my bare boobs and pebbled nipples. Hard and ready for him.

"Fuck, Sal. You're so fucking sexy. The most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen." Titus groaned; his eyes transfixed on my half-naked state. Almost as if he was in a trance.

Before I could beg for him to touch me, Titus lowered his head over my tits and sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth. Taking advantage of the moment, I lifted my hips and rolled down my wet panties, needing to feel something other than the wet material against my puffy pussy lips and throbbing clit.

Titus mumbled something against my tits, his mouth full of them as he alternated between both, but I needed more. I needed a whole lot more than his mouth on me.

Picking up on my desperation for him, Titus pulled away and lifted his shirt over his head. He pulled away from me to do the same with his jeans, and I reached for the bottom of my dress. Before he could return, I leaned forward and sucked the thick, bulbous head of his cock into my mouth. It was leaking a lot of pre-cum and I couldn't help but moan at the salty taste of him.

It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, and definitely bigger than all the ones I had been with before.

"Fuck, Carina!" Titus swore loudly as he gathered my hair in a ponytail at the base of my head, clearing his view of the way I sucked his hard dick like it was my favourite lollipop flavour. "You do that so well, Carina. You suck my cock like you were made to do it."

His dirty words only spurred me on as I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head up and down on his cock. His cock was so large, and I hadn't sucked a cock in a while so I could only take more than half of it down my throat. It was a little disappointing, but I covered the remainder of his cock with one hand, twisting and turned it as I slobbered all over his knob, and I used the other to play with his heavy balls. They were so heavy and tight, and I just knew that he wanted to cum. As did I.

I gave his perfect balls one last squeeze before I reached underneath and touched my clit. My pussy tingled and I nearly jumped at the stark pleasure that wracked my entire body. That only spurred me onto his suck his cock harder but the closer I got to my orgasm, the harder it was to keep up until finally, I came all over my fingers and Titus pulled his cock out of my mouth.

Heavy pants escaped me as I sat back on my knees, watching his glistening cock jerk and twitch under my gaze.

"Did you come without me?" Titus groaned, reaching down to palm his cock, his stare intense as he watched me, his eyes raking up and down my naked body.

"I couldn't wait." My cheeks warmed in embarrassment.

Titus gaped at me in awe. "Sucking my cock turned you on that much?"

"Yes." I whispered, not sure if that was the right answer or not.

"Fuck." Titus groaned, and grasped my hips, pulling me to him. He manoeuvred me to wrap his legs around his waist, pressing the tip of his big cock against my pussy still wet and creamed with the evidence of my orgasm. "Can I fuck you, Sal? Can I put my big cock inside you?" He groaned, bowing his head to press his lips against mine and sparking the tell-tale signs of my second orgasm. I could hardly believe it.

"Yes." I groaned. "Please put it inside me. I need it."

Titus swore loudly under his breath and at my desperate plea, he jerked his hips up and thrust his cock into my seeping pussy. His jaw dropped and a low, guttural groan escaped him, his eyelids low and heavy as he stared into what felt like my soul.

"Do that again, Sal." He pleaded, digging his fingers into my hips as he brought me up and down on him, making me meet him halfway. "Clench that tight little pussy around my cock again. It feels heavenly. I've never felt anything like it before."

His words had me mewling, and I could do nothing but obey as he thrust into me. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock that was sheathed deep inside me, and I felt myself quickly approaching my second orgasm of the night.

As if sensing that I was close to falling over the edge once again, Titus released an almost pained groan as he pulled his cock out of me and pushed me onto my back.

"What are you doing?" I complained, pushing myself up on my elbows to pin my accusatory eyes on him.

"I need you on your back for this, Carina." Titus groaned, giving his cock a few strokes before he threw himself over my body and thrust all of himself into me in one go.

From this position – missionary – the eye contact was intense, and it pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy squeezed tightly around his cock, desperate to keep him inside me and when he lifted both my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders, opening me up for him to get deeper and deeper, I couldn't hold myself back as I came on his cock for the second time in a few minutes.

"Again?" Titus grinned at me as he pulled out of my seeping pussy, looking awfully proud of himself.

I just about caught sight of his hard cock, glistening and creamed with my pussy juices before he flipped me over onto my stomach.

"I can't help it. You feel that good." I whined into the pillow as I raised my hips and arched my back, spreading my legs in anticipation for him yet again. When he mentioned his good stamina earlier tonight, he really hadn't been joking.

This angle was far superior to the other two as Titus was able to get so much deeper inside me. I could hardly remember how many more times I came before I dozed off for the night in his arms, the both of us snuggled into each other under the luxurious sheets.

The fact that I had been able to make him cum twice tonight, and the evidence of that was currently leaking between my legs had my heart swelling in pride.

-

The first thought that came to mind when I woke up in the morning was that I had slept through my and I was going to be late for work. The last thing I wanted to turn up late and make a bad impression seeing as I had started working on this apprenticeship not even a month ago.

My eyes flew open, and I moved to scramble out of bed, but I couldn't move. I was being held down by something heavy and when I glance down, my eyebrows shot up in surprise at the large, thick arm thrown over my bare stomach, holding me close to a naked body.

The memory of last night flashed to mind.

The night club. Titus. One-night stand.

The best sex of my life.

More orgasms than I could count. Far superior to the ones I gave myself.

My cheeks flamed to the point where it felt like my face was on fire, yet I couldn't bring myself to move.

Yesterday, Titus had been the epitome of confident and sexy. He was cheeky and kind of funny, and flashed the kind of smiles that no doubt had every woman dropping their panties for him. It felt like a privilege to spend the night with him, especially with how amazing the sex had been. He was so attentive and caring, touching my body in the way that I didn't even know I needed.

He had single-handedly given me more orgasms last night than I had experienced with all of my current boyfriends to date.

My lips curved into a sated smile as I stared at the man with the magic dick and the heavenly hands. When he was awake, his essence demanded attention, and he commandeered it with that big body and staggering height of his, towering over me by a whole neck and shoulders even though I was of average height for a female but now that he was asleep behind me, he looked nothing short of angelic.

His hair was mussed from sleeping and me tugging on it yesterday as he did sinfully sexy things to my body. In this light, carefree and relaxed, he looked a lot younger than he did last night. He looked more innocent. Sweet. And just as handsome as I thought he was last night.

I couldn't believe it when he asked me to get a hotel room with him for the night.

After all the pounding my pussy took the previous night – and early this morning when Titus woke me up for some more fun – I expected to be sore this morning. Though I hadn't expected for me legs to feel like jelly and almost give away underneath me as I stumbled out of bed, needing to get to work before I was late.

I glanced over at a sleeping Titus as I got dressed in my dress from last night. He really was something, and there was this connection between us that we both seemed to feel.

My cheeks warmed at all the sexy, kinky memories from our time in this hotel room. It sucked that I wouldn't be able to stick around until he woke up for a proper goodbye.

A crazy idea sprang to mind and before I could chicken out, I scribbled my phone number on a napkin and left it on the beside table for him It wasn't guaranteed that he would call me, or even if he felt this connection between us and wanted to pursue it, but at least looking back in the years to come, I would never be able to regret not trying.

Titus was handsome beyond belief, and he was more of a gentleman than he came across as. The man was attentive, both in and out of bed, and I really hoped I would get the chance to see him again. Maybe go out on a proper date next time before we fell into bed together again.

But with a man like Titus, there really wasn't any knowing.

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