My hips are being guided by unconscious desire, the strings of sinful pleasure working me like a puppet. I rub my pussy against his mouth as I suck on him, and we pleasure each other like that for God knows how long, the notion of time just an abstract concept now. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes seem like a whole eternity - all that matters right now is the way he’s pushing his tongue past my labia, and the way his thickness pulses against my tongue. I could say that there’s nothing better than having in my mouth, but I just can’t ignore the fact that it feels much better when it’s buried deep inside my pussy.
Riding his face, I only stop when my pussy starts to tighten up, waves of pleasure crash against the edges of my mind and, before I know it, I’m coming again. We haven’t even started fucking and I’m already coming for the third time. If the Olympics of Sex were a thing, Arsen and I would be gold medalists; I have no doubt about it.
I pull his cock out of my mouth, a deep moan bouncing off the walls the moment his tip pops out. My eyes roll in their orbits, static electricity running under my skin as every single muscle in my body twitches and trembles.
Sighing deeply, I roll to the side, my arms sprawled as I lay on the mattress by his side. I look at him, grinning, and press my mouth against his; he pushes his tongue past my lips and I taste my pussy’s juices in him, their flavor giving me renewed energy. I bite my lower lip and sit up on the bed, once again climbing on top of him. Straddling him, I point his cock toward my pussy and ease myself down; but before I can guide his length home, he grabs me by the waist, stopping me from doing it.
“No,” he says sternly, an expression of mischievousness on his face. “You didn’t beg for it…” He teases me, holding me tightly. I try to fight against his hold, but it’s useless. There’s no way I’m going to feel his cock on me unless he hears me begging.
“Please, Arsen. Please,” I whisper, still trying to ease myself down on him.
“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Ash. Try harder,” he says with a grin, not letting go.
“Please, please. I need you to fuck me… I need to feel your cock inside of me. I’ll do anything.” The words fall out from my lips easily, each one of them brimming with true desperation.
“That’s more like it,” he smiles, taking his hands out of my waist. I go down immediately, his cock burying itself in me to the hilt as a shrill scream leaves my lips. Gosh, there’s truly no better thing in the world than having a cock like Arsen’s straining against my inner walls, his veiny shaft ramming me hard.
When all his cock is inside of me I start to sway my hips, rocking my body back and forth as I lean forward and place my hands over his chest. I curl my fingers, my fingernails digging into his chest, but he doesn't’ even register it; he simply bucks his hips at me, forcing me to stop moving as his thrusts grow harder and more violent. I just close my eyes and surrender to him, letting him fuck me with the ferocity of a man that demands nothing less than the whole world.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, his shaft burning its way through my pussy. Pleasure stabs at my mind, poking holes in it as my hormones get thrown into disarray. My pussy tightens around his cock like a murderous vice and I claw at his chest, coming so hard I half-expect my heart to simply burst.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still i
n me. His eyes lock on mine, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear.
“It’s time we get started.” His words make my heart feel tight inside my chest, the anxiety of anticipation washing over me. Get started? What does he mean by that? God, I’ve already came four times and only now is he talking about getting started?
He cuts my line of questioning short, placing his hands on my ass and going up on his feet. Moving fast, I lace my legs on his lower back, my arms going over his shoulders. He takes one step forward and pins me against the wall, immediately starting to trust as fast as he can. His cock pierces me so violently that our bodies are rocking back and forth against the wall, my back hitting it and making a loud hollow sound with each of his thrusts. The paintings on the wall start to waggle, threatening to crash on the floor, but we’re way past caring, in fact, we go even harder. One of the paintings crashes onto the floor, the glass shattering with a sudden loud sound; a few heartbeats after that, the second painting comes down, the glass miraculously surviving this time.
With a lustful growl Arsen starts kissing my neck and, pulling away from the wall and still holding me, takes two steps toward the small table on the corner of the room. With just one hand on my ass he uses the other one to throw everything on top of the table to the floor. A lamp, the phone, a bunch of newspapers, you name it—it all comes crashing down in an instant. The tabletop clear, he sits me on the edge, his rhythm building up again.
We kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as we let desire consume us. We’re tearing the whole place apart and I’m screaming my head off. I start wondering if everyone on this floor can hear the ruckus we’re causing and, as a response, the phone Arsen just threw on the floor starts to ring. He simply ignores it, working his cock into me with the fury of an insatiable man. The annoying sound of the phone fills the whole room for what seems like an eternity, and I pull back from Arsen’s kiss, looking him in the eyes and then nodding at the phone.
Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out of me and bends over, picking the phone from the floor. He presses the green button and takes it to his ear, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Hawke,” starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of hesitation in it. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, everything’s perfect. Thank you. But I’m busy right now so --”
“Well, sir, that’s exactly why I’m calling your room. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I guess that, uh, you being busy is somewhat noticeable. We have been getting some calls from our other clients and they’re… Well, they’re complaining about the noise, sir.”
“Noise? What noise?” Arsen asks, smirking at me.
“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing, sir,” the man obviously lies, trying his best to be professional while making sure his rich troublemaker client doesn’t get offended. “Just… Uh, make sure you don’t make too much noise.”
“Sure, thank you,” Arsen responds, ready to throw the phone on the ground again.
“Uh. And have fun, sir,” the man finally adds, this time his voice with an edge of genuinity to it, if not a bit of jealousy as well.
Arsen ends the call and winks at me devilishly.
“He’s right, you know? We’re going to have fun.” No more words from him, he pushes his cock inside my pussy again, thrusting furiously as if we had never stopped. He pounds me mercilessly, my hands running up and down his back until I finally place them over his firm buttocks, urging him to keep up the rhythm. And that’s exactly what he does; he keeps the pace until my moans turn into an all-out scream, all the “keep quiet” admonishments from the hotel manager long forgotten. Who cares about a little noise when I’m having the time of my life right now?
I scream so hard my throat burns, my mind exploding as I come. My hands run erratically all over his body as a violent shiver goes up my spine, the pleasure of climax infecting even my soul.
“More,” I pant, my body still reeling from the orgasm. Arsen pulls his cock out of me, and moving as fast as my buckling knees allow me to, I climb down from the table and move up to the wall, turning my back to Arsen and placing both my hands at shoulder-height. I jut my ass back and not a second after he smacks my buttocks hard with the back of his hand. He does it again and again, my ass cheeks burning. Well, this is going to leave a mark.