She walked into the dimly lit hotel suite knowing exactly what she was there for. The door clicked shut behind her and he was already on her, one hand fisting her thick curls, yanking her head back so she had to look up at him.
“Strip. Now.”
Her fingers shook as she peeled off the tight black dress.
No bra, no panties, just smooth dark skin and the scent of her own arousal already thick in the air. He watched every inch revealed, eyes hard, jaw tight. When she was bare he shoved her to her knees on the carpet.
“Open your mouth.”
She did. He fed her his cock in one rough thrust, hitting the back of her throat until she gagged. Tears sprang to her eyes but she didn’t pull away. He fucked her face hard, both hands holding her head still while he used her. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. Every time she tried to breathe he pushed deeper.
“Take it, you dirty little slut. This is what you came here for.”
He pulled out and slapped her face with his wet cock, then hauled her up and bent her over the bed. One hard smack landed on her ass, then another, until her skin burned and she was dripping down her thighs. He kicked her legs wider and drove into her pussy in one brutal stroke. She cried out, the stretch burning, but he didn’t slow down. He fucked her like he owned her, hips slamming, one hand pinning her wrists behind her back.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Use me.”
He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest and sank back inside. The angle let him grind against her clit with every thrust. She came hard, body shaking, but he didn’t stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm, then pulled out and flipped her again, this time spreading her ass cheeks and pressing the head of his cock against her tight hole.
“Breathe,” he ordered, and pushed in. The burn was intense. She whimpered but pushed back, taking him deeper until he bottomed out. He fucked her ass with the same relentless rhythm, one hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision spark.
“You’re gonna come again with my cock in your ass.”
She did, sobbing his name, pussy clenching around nothing while her ass milked him. He groaned, thrust deep and came, flooding her. When he pulled out he made her stay on all fours so he could watch his cum leak from her stretched hole.
He didn’t let her rest. He pulled her into the shower, soaped her up, then bent her over the bench and took her again, this time slower but no less possessive. His fingers dug bruises into her hips. She came twice more before he finished.
Later, wrapped in a towel, she sat on his lap while he fed her water and stroked her hair. The power exchange still hummed between them, dark and satisfying.
“You did good,” he murmured against her ear. “Next time I’m not going easy.”
She smiled, already aching for it.
