“5230,” she breathes.
So she wasn’t lying about the suite.
In fact, it’s the penthouse. One I’ve used more than a few times to conduct a few meetings. It's quite expensive and luxurious.
For the first time, my curiosity is piqued. Who is this woman that she can afford such an extravagance? And how did she find it so difficult to find a man to share this supposed one night of freedom? Sheisbeautiful. Even through the heavy makeup,which I think does her a disservice, I can see that she is one of those women who receives constant looks from the opposite sex.
I push my silent questions away as I reach the penthouse door. What do I care? I’ve been working hard lately. It only serves me right that a bit of luck would fall into my lap. Or rather, my back seat.
The moment I have the door open, I waste no time roughly pushing her inside. As the door shuts I curl my fingers around her throat and back her up against the wall. A whimper is barely able to escape her lips before my mouth is on hers, taking what I’ve wanted since I first saw her.
My kisses are rough and I don’t apologize for them- but so are hers. She boldly nips at my bottom lip as she grips tufts of my hair and pulls me closer. Our tongues duel for dominance and after about four seconds, I’ve had enough. I rear back from the kiss as my hand tightens around her throat and give her a glaring look. Sparks fire in her blue eyes, and her body undulates like a cat in heat within my grasp.
Fuck, I want her.
“I have rules,devochka,”I warn her, then lean forward to skim my tongue along her lips. “If we’re going to do this,Iam in control, understand? You want pleasure? I’ll give it to you. But it’s going to be on my terms.”
I watch the woman’s pupils dilate with pleasure as her pink blush grows red.
“Say you understand,” I coax, sliding my other hand possessively down her side.
Her body pushes into my touch as her pink tongue darts between her lips to skim her lower lip where I've just licked- the small act teasing me- and she nods.
“I understand,” she whispers, her grip on my hair slowly releasing.
I can’t help the hungry, rasping groan that escapes my throat, and I lower my head to kiss her again. Just like before it’s hungry and rough, but this time, the woman willingly follows my lead, letting me part her lips with my own and take full possession of her mouth.
It’s not long after that I feel her body melt into the wall, and Iknowshe’s given me her control. I release her throat, only so that I can pin her wrists above her head.
“That’s it,” she begs, as my kisses move from her lips to her neck. “Make me forget. Make me think of nothing else but this.”
For the smallest moment I pause. What is it that she's trying to forget? Avoid? If I was a better man perhaps I would stop altogether and ask her- but I’m not a better man. Instead, I bite possessively into her neck until she cries in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
I lick at the ridges my teeth leave behind, loving the taste of her flesh, and then whirl her around to face the wall. This time she puts her own hands against the wall, and I trace rapid kisses down her shoulder as I unzip her dress. I pull her hands away just long enough to help her out of the dress, then after she has them on the wall again, I give myself a moment to drink in her body.
She really is perfect. Straight, unblemished back that dips into an hour glass and ends with two evenly placed dimples that sit above a perfectly luscious and positively bitable backside. The only nuisance is the scrap of black lace that is her thong, and I make quick work of ridding her perfection of it.
“You really want to forget?” I whisper into her ear. My hands slide possessively over her ample breasts and squeeze.
“Yes,” she breathes, thrusting her chest into my touch, then moans when I rub my thumbs over her nipples.
“Make me forget everything. Even my name.” Her tone is pleading, and I’m so far gone I couldn’t say no even if wanted to.
“As you wish,devochka,”I murmur.
I graze my lower lip from her ear to her neck, and bite teasingly into the sensitive flesh as my fingers pulse slowly around her taut nipples. I feel the urge to stop teasing myself and sink my cock into her right then and there- but I resist. We have all night to get to that, and I want this woman trembling and beggingbefore I finally give her what she’s craving. What we’rebothcraving.
My kisses go lower, taking on a more seductive technique as I move from her neck slowly down her spine, to those adorable dimples, and to her ass. My fingers bite into my flesh as I slowly drag them from her breasts, down her abdomen, and to those luscious cheeks that are driving me insane.
A heady groan escapes my throat as my hands and mouth both reach her ass, and I sink my teeth into the supple flesh. It’s better than I imagined and I feel my already rigid cock pulse between my legs.
In response, I feel the woman begin to tremble as she whimpers and leans more fully into the wall. Nowhere near done giving my favorite part of her anatomy attention, I trace my fingers up her inner thighs, and without my even demanding so, the woman parts her legs wider for me.
Oh. She is such a good girl.
Her knees almost buckle when my fingertips merely brush against her hot, wet petals, and she pleads to be allowed to lay down.
“Not yet,” I rasp, slowly stroking over her lips, her entrance, and up to her clitoris.
