Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

"Sam, can I kiss you?"

"No, Luke, you can't."

After that I feel fucking restless. Who is this girl and what the fuck is she doing (to me)? Why am I getting so frustrated by the fact that she refuses to have sex with me? Why won't she just let me fucking kiss her? Why is it that I can't have her just like I could have any other girl?

Why did she say no? Did my breath stink? I mean, I asked nicely.

I'm losing my patience here and the fact that she's in her underwear isn't helping. I sit up, trying to be as quiet as I can and slide my shoes on. If I can't have her tonight, might as well have someone else, right? Two in one night? Why the fuck not?

When I leave her room, I tip toe across the house and leave. I don't want to have to go through the trouble of going into a bar or a club and then look for someone to take to the nearest hotel with me. So instead, I dig out the small paper with a number out of my pocket that a waitress handed me earlier today while I had lunch with Ashton.

I don't care that it's almost three in the morning. I need someone to fuck to get rid of all this sexual tension building up inside me. So I dial her number and press the phone to my left ear, looking about for the neaest hotel.

She answers on the third ring. "Hey, it's Luke. Meet me at the Crosby in ten minutes."

I hear her mumble something between the lines of okay and alright and then I hang up. When I make it to the hotel, I book a room for the night and can't believe I just paid that ridiculous amount of money for a room. This girl better be good in bed as she is at flirting.

The room is nice and welcoming when I step inside and throw my jacket on the nearest sofa. The bed is a king, decorated with small pillows and a dark duvet. I close the curtains and sigh, "Fuck it," I whisper to myself.

I take out my phone and text that girl, I don't even know her fucking name, oh my God I'm such an asshole, but I don't really care. I tell her the room number. I turn off all the nights except for the one by the bed.

Moments later, there's a knock on the door and I go to answer it. Oh, it's her alright. Even though she's wearing a sweater, I can tell she isn't wearing a bra. I pull her in and shut the door.

"Didn't expect you to call so soon," she says as she slowly makes her way to the bed with me trailing behind her. "Or this late," she adds when I don't respond.

"Sh, don't talk," I tell her and she turns around. She drops her bag to the floor, it's obvious she knows why asked her to meet me here and I'm relieved she doesn't say anything more.

She pulls me in and presses her lips against mine and even though I don't want to, I kiss her back as I push her on the bed. Her hands waste no time as they grab the hem of the shirt I'm wearing. She pulls it off and kisses me again and my hands slip under her sweater and travel up her chest. Her hands come down to the front of jeans, palming me the through the fabric and I hold back a groan.

She moans into my mouth as I cup her tits in my hands, feeling the nipples hardening in between my thumbs and index fingers. Honestly, I've seen and grabbed many tits in my life that by now, they're nothing special unless they're a really nice pair.

Minutes later, we're naked and by now, I don't even want a blowjob or any foreplay. I just want to fuck her and then for her to leave. So I do just that, after she rolls the condom on me. I like being in control, but I can't deny the fact that I love a girl riding me.

I let out a sigh of both relieve and pleasure once she lowers herself onto me and she moans out loud. She rolls her hips as she rides me and I thrust into her to meet her rhythm. My eyes close and it just isn't enough. I roll us over and slam into her as fast as I can, nearly making her scream. One of my hands comes up to grip the headboard as I circle my hips, making her throw her head back. I can last in bed for as long as I want, but since I want this to be quick and easy, I grab her by the neck with my other hand and tell her, "Say my name, say my fucking name," through my teeth.