I spent the first moments of the morning reveling in the joys of last nights non-stop fuck session. I let out a very loud and long sigh.
“Morning, beautiful,” his hand trailed down my back, sending shivers across my bare skin.
“Morning, sir,” I whispered.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sore,” I admitted.
“Good.” His hand rapped on my already welted bottom and I yelped.
I heard him snicker and I smirked to myself. The bed jiggled as he left it for the shower. I fell back into sleep as the sound of the water rained down into the motel tub on the other side of the wall right beside me.
When I awoke later I found myself tucked in and the scent of coffee was wafting around me. I jolted upright.
“Yes?” he asked calmly, from the small table with two chairs. He was working on his laptop.
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to sleep…” I checked my phone. “Oh my god! It’s almost lunchtime. I‘m so sorry, I’m not being a very good host.”
He chuckled. “It’s fine. I like to think I wore you out. I have a surprise planned for later. Hop in the shower and let’s get you fed.”
“Yes, sir.” I stood and walked over to him. My body was achy in all the right ways. My mind was reeling in excitement—a surprise for me? “And you did…wear me out,” I said and leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips.
He pulled my naked frame closer, tighter, as I sat upon his lap and my scorched bottom responded by sending flares that dispersed through my lips in light cries.
“Oh, sir, my ass.” I stressed with my eyes.
“Just wait til tonight, you will be saying more than that.” He winked.
My pussy clenched and I wanted to know now. I didn’t know if I could handle the anticipation. I wasn’t very patient and he knew it. I bit hard on my bottom lip. I squirmed on his leg and his erection was evident. I rocked back and forth against him, as he groaned and his head fell back. I listened to his breath as it changed from steady to rapid and erratic.
“What are you doing?” he charged gruffly.
“Enjoying that I can excite you, sir. I…” I paused a moment and dipped my head down. I was being too forward and I knew it.
His hand reached across my body and sliced through my hair. His eyes clouded over in a dark sea of lust that I’d never seen before. He craned his head and claimed my lips. He crushed them with such force that I lost my breath in the gasp, as he stole it from me.
“Mmm.” I wriggled, as I strained for air, but he was relentless as the kisses turned to more than passion. They were a fire that started to rage uncontrollably.
He stood and I would’ve fallen if I hadn’t been in his arms. I stumbled backwards, as he charged over me like a bull seeing red.
Still clinging to his arms I began to tear at the buttons on this shirt and they flew away, some I was able to unbutton and others were ragged by the threads where buttons only had once been. He aided me in wrenching it the rest of the way open and tore it off his arms, as he pressed me down.
It seemed like slow motions, yet the movements jolted me, as my scorched flesh alerted me to it and I cried out, inside his mouth. I was allowed a respite, a second of air and it flooded my lungs. I hungrily took it in and then grabbed onto him, needing him more than the air my body craved, for life.
In all my life I’d never been kissed like that, passion wasn’t quite the word. My mind turned to a dizzying haze where our tongues melded and he and I became one and we were only kissing.
Sharp bites marked my breasts, as his teeth teased my nipples to hardened pebbles. I moaned, as he kneeled before me on the bed in all his glory. Where his pants went or when he took them off -- I hadn’t the slightest clue.
I watched his dick bounce before me and I wanted to taste him, offer every hole to him. Be his to command, to want, to take for his pleasure and this was so new to me. I was lost in the moment, being with him and being his. I was alive and electricity coursed through me, similar to the night before. It was as if I could never get enough of him. This man that seemed to know every curve, every sensitive spot on my body, yet hardly knew me.
Sure we knew each other, but it was a long distance, over the computer, on the phone relationship. My dreams were being realized and I never wanted it to end. I closed my eyes, as his hands swept over me.
“I’m going to savor you my pretty little one, but tonight I need to punish you for getting me so riled up. You are a seductress and you don’t even know it.” His firm tongue ran up my slit still sensitive from the prior romp.
“Please, sir.” I pleaded, although I didn’t know what I wanted except to come. My impatience was glaring.
He rolled me over and I gasped at the abruptness and he spanked one cheek and the next sharply.
I yelped into the bed, my face was buried into the mess of sheets.
“That’s for being greedy.”
“Oh, sir. I want to taste you.” I lied.
Two more swift and hard spankings followed. “For lying,” he said, however I heard a remnant of a smile in his voice.
I turned my head to the side. I couldn’t see him but I wanted to state my case. “I’m sorry, sir. I promise, that is the first thing I thought of when I saw you naked.”
“Come to me, beautiful.”
I rolled to my side and looked at him. I blinked a couple times, unsure what he wanted. My mind still swimming with desire and far in the recesses what was to come tonight.
“So,” he jerked his dick lightly. “Tell me what else you thought of.”
“I wanted to taste you, sir.” I flushed at the comment, because I’d never spoke like that, not even to my ex-husband. My eyes fluttered, but I tried to steady my gaze.
“Please, beautiful.” His eyes went from mine to his engorged dick.
I giggled and crawled over to his lap. I licked the precome and squeezed more out, as I stroked him. “Mmm,” I made an exaggerated sound and looked up to him.
“Get to work!” he swatted my butt.
“Ohh,” I teased back. I grinned with my lips pressed to his cock and lapped him.
As I worked my magic his fingers did there own, sliding between my cheeks and into my pussy. His knuckles were squeezing my clit when it decided to make its appearance.
“Yes, that’s it,” Sir groaned and his other hand lay heavily on my head, forcing me further until I was gagging.
The sound was repulsing me a little as well as the amount of fluid escaping my mouth. But he kept moaning and driving deeper into my throat. I was impressed with my own ability.
“No hand’s little one. Trust me.”
I closed my eyes and released my fear that had been holding me back and my throat seemed to let go as well.
“Fuck! That’s it. Yes, good girl. I’m close little one, I’m gonna oh fuck!”
He released my head and the hot come splattered down my throat. I choked a little at the unexpected amount, but continued to swallow. Some dripped out onto his thighs and I panicked.
“Sir, I’m sorry I-”
“Hey,” He lifted my chin and wiped some liquid from my face.
I was self-conscious that I must have looked like a disgusting mess. And I shied away.
He gripped my face with both hands. “Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I want to be pretty for you, sir,” I said softly.
“You are beautiful and fucking hot as fuck, with my come dripping off your chin. You are very good little one.”
“But, don’t I have to clean you up or something?”
He chuckled. “This isn’t a porn or anything. I think I need to finish you…hmm.” He seemed to contemplate something. “Or perhaps I should leave you wanting all day.” He had a sinister grin planted on his face.
“Oh, sir. Please!” I kneeled beside him and tugged on his arm, as any young pleading child would.
“Hmm,” he checked his watch.
“We really need to get you showered and fed. Trust me you will love your evening and won’t be disappointed.”
I let out a very loud and annoyed sigh. “You are a teasing and very mean, sir.” I said and stomped away to the bathroom.”
He laughed at my antics.
As I showered he came into the steamy room. “No playing in the shower, Missy. I really want you to be ready. I didn’t intend on an afternoon session. Besides, you teased and lied to me. What do you think should be your punishment?” he asked, as he casually leaned on the door, holding the heavy metal door open.
“A spanking?” I squeaked.
He erupted into a long and loud laugh. It was so powerful that it resonated off the tiles and filled the bathroom. It warmed me to the core and made me grin.