NYE: One Night Stand-He fucks the shit out of Leah doggy (Suspicion: +5 Luck: +10)

But Michael wasn’t finished. Every time Leah’s body slackened, every time a wave of release made her limbs jelly, he seemed to summon a fresh reserve of animalistic energy just to remind her whose fantasy this was. He pulled out of her with a pop and, with a grip on her waist, spun her over so she landed flat on her belly. Her face nuzzled into the pillow—she barely had time to breathe before he collected her ankles together in one hand, bent her knees, and yanked her ass skyward, his palm pressing her spine down so she arched for him. He was orchestrating her body with the ruthless efficiency of a seasoned general, as if he’d mapped out every step long before the night began.

She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. Leah barely controlled her own trembling, sweat-slicked body as her knees dug into the mattress, her ass hiked up for him, her hair wild and plastered to her cheek. Michael manhandled her like she was weightless, positioning her just how he wanted. His palm smoothed up her thigh, fingers digging into the meat of her ass before he gave it a sharp slap—pain blooming, then melting deliciously into the heat between her legs. She gasped, the sound muffled in the pillow, but it only made her wetter. Maybe she wanted to say something—maybe she wanted him to slow down, to let her catch her breath—but every thought evaporated the instant he lined his cock up with her soaked, drooling slit.

He didn’t tease. He didn’t warm her up. He just grabbed her hips and jammed himself into her with one hard, perfect stroke, splitting her open all over again. Leah screamed—she didn’t recognize the animal sound as her own—and her head flew up from the pillow, her back arching further to take him all in. He hammered her, fucking her with a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass so hard she felt the shock up her spine. Leah’s arms gave out and she clung to the comforter for dear life, hips bucking back to meet every thrust as if her body had stopped listening to her and started listening to him instead.

Her whole world shrank down to the point where their bodies met—his cock pistoning in and out of her, gliding so slick and deep she heard the obscene squelch of her own juices every time he bottomed out. She felt herself stretching for him, walls pulsing, every nerve ending raw and electrified. The bedframe thudded against the wall, the springs squealed; she was vaguely aware of all of it, but it only spurred her on, made the whole act feel dirtier, riskier, like she wanted to get caught in the act. She wanted everyone in the whole goddamn hotel to hear what he was doing to her.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me!” she yelled, and this time her voice came out strong, not like a plea but a demand. She was amazed at herself, at the filthy words pouring out of her mouth, at the shameless way she begged for more. If Michael heard her, he didn’t let on—he just grabbed her tighter, squeezing so hard he’d leave bruises, and shifted his stance, planting a knee on the mattress for extra leverage. He pulled her hips back with both hands, using her like a doll, increasing the speed and **** until her whole body rocked forward with every slam. Leah could feel her juices running down her thighs, could feel the flush of heat climb from her face to her chest to her toes. She was about to cum again, already, but she tried to hold out, **** to make this moment last. He leaned over her, his chest brushing her back as his mouth found her ear.

“You like being used, don’t you?” he growled, voice so deep it vibrated through her. His hand snaked around her hip and between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling with ruthless precision.

The extra stimulation sent Leah over the edge instantly. She came so hard she nearly blacked out, her mouth hanging open in a silent wail. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking his cock, her whole body shaking as the orgasm rippled through her. She lost track of time, lost track of her own name, lost every thought except how fucking good this was, how wrong and perfect all at once.

He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, kept pounding away until his own movements got ragged, until he was grunting like a beast.