The hotel room door is slammed behind us, the concierge barely given time to tell us a room number before we stormed past. Our room was the highest in the hotel tower, and it reminded me of the old story of the princess hidden away until she found her prince.

His hands are all over me, kisses peppered over my face, neck, even hands as he walks me to the bed. I let him too, the euphoria of his touch taking over any logical thought. My ass hits the bed, my body moved towards the top, Ares moving over me. His eyes are gold with lust, but focused on my wide eyes, "Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

"Please Ares."

He groans taking my mouth with his, "Say it again."

"Hmm?" I moan against his mouth, a light smile on my lips, "Ares please. Fuck me."

He moans against my neck moving down to nibble at my collar bone. I let me devour me, sucks and bites trailed over my exposed skin. Hooking my fingers under my top, I tug at the base, to which Ares happily helps me exposed my uncovered chest.

His mouth wraps around a nipple sucking lightly, my body ignites lifting to meet him, my legs wrapping around him as best I can. His hand moves to my other nipple pinching.

"Baby." I moan, my sweet spot always having been my tits. While I might love a good head job, a man with the right skills could make me cream with my nipples alone and Ares Gray has those skills.

His arm wraps under my waist holding me up to him as he devours me in the most dominating way. His groans of pleasure mixing in the air with mine. I feel his manhood pressing against the inner part of my thigh through his slacks and start to work at the buckle.

He kissing down my belly running his tongue back up into the dip of my breast. My fingers tangle in his hair demanding he keeps his mouth on me. I see one of his hands lay flat beside my face, and the image of claws captures my eyes before he digs into the bed, his mouth dragging me back to focus.

What.

He unbuttons my pants pulling them to my ankles and tossing both my shoes and them off to one side. He follows with tugging his shirt off letting me see the beautiful tattoos that decorate his body.

I grab at his buckle sliding it off, he throws his pants to the side, our body pauses to take each other in, "Veronica, my love, you are exquisite."

I almost cry at his words, James Volga used me, never complimented me as I laid below him. The way Ares looks over my body, his touch light like he can't believe I'm really there... it's a high.

"You," Kiss, "Are," Kiss, "So," Kiss, "Beautiful." Bite.

I arch my back into him, his teeth pulling a moan out of me. I feel his laugh against my chest, and his hand work his way down to my panty line. His fingers slips between my things laying over one of the most sensitive parts of me, and I forget how to breathe.

His hand moves to my mouth, covering me as I moan into him loud enough that the neighbors might come barging in, and even if they did Id ask them to sit down and enjoy the show.

The curl of his fingers, the rhythm, the whispers of endearment send me over the edge, my body jerking towards release, "Please my love, cum for me."

My whole body shudders ups, a final freeze at the top of my arch as my whole being comes undone from his electric touch. I fight off the scream letting his hand muffle my pleasure. My back falls flat against the bed, the nerves over my body awake.

"My turn." I whisper leaning up to wrap my hand around him pulsing back and forth. He crumbles beneath me, my hand sending him a world of pleasure, and this isn't even the best part?

I shimmy down so I lay beneath him, a well kept manhood that I get to pleasure. My tongue runs down the side, his hand scraping down the sheets. I use my sex high to control me, give me the confidence I need to take his large self into my mouth. The pre is salty, another adrenaline hit as I move back and forth a steady tempo below him.

I feel his hands grab my shoulders shifting me up and away. He flips me over lifting my ass into the air. I curl my back down excited, and he meet expectations giving me a light slap on the ass before giving me the toe curling pleasure of his shaft.

He fucks me like I need, his hand wrapping through the roots of my hair to pulls back into him, his tempo slow but hard as we move together. I bounce my hips with him to keep up, our mess of moans the only communication we need.

"Love..."

He pulls out, his pleasure going over my back and onto the bed. I feel his hands rest on my ass a waiting game until he dies down.

I look over my shoulder, his eyes calmer than before, "Ready for pizza?"