Jacob had just shut the door of his hotel room behind him when he practically pounced on me, kissing me with a wildness that stunned me. His hands were seemingly everywhere at once—my breasts, my ass, my arms, my mound—that I couldn’t keep up with his movements. He pinned me against the wall and wouldn’t let me move, not that I wanted to.
I ran my fingers through his hair. I tasted wine on his tongue, and his c**k was an iron bar against my belly. When he pushed the skirt of my dress up and discovered I wasn’t wearing any panties, his eyes widened slightly.
“You naughty girl,” he whispered, parting my p***y lips to find me already dripping. “Were you soaking wet while we sat and ate dinner, your p***y bare under your dress?”
I whimpered as he petted me. “Jacob—”
“I know what you need.
