Anything He wants

His prick is still rock solid between my legs. I arch my back expectantly, pushing myself back to meet his cock. He grabs my hips and spears me. From this new angle, he feels even larger and every fiber of my being responds as he fucks me. I reach back and wrap my arms around his head and neck; clawing at his hair like an animal. Blake’s hands are all over my body; at my hips, holding me in place, and at my breasts, hugging and squeezing them. His thrusts are hard and insistent, claiming me and making me scream out loud. I land face down over the dresser as his momentum pushes me forward as he screws me.

Blake places one of his large hands on my shoulders, holding me down again as his orgasm approaches.

“Oh yes!” I cry. “Yes Blake, do it!”

He growls a deep, predatory sound as he finally cums inside me, nearly collapsing on top of me in the process. The dresser buckles under our combined weight and for a moment I wonder if the whole thing is about to fall to pieces. After a moment of recovery, Blake scoops me up and carries me back to the bed. I marvel at his strength as he lays me down and climbs back on top of me, nuzzling my naval.

“I can’t afford to replace the damn thing if it falls,” he laughs, looking up at me from my groin.

I reach down and ruffle his luscious hair through my fingers.

“Don’t worry,” I say, “bill it to the room and my husband can pay!”

He chuckles and travels up my flushed body, planting kisses on my midriff, breast, and neck on his way.

“Nice thinking,” he whispers between more kisses. Then he looks down at me again and smiles;

“I hope I’ve helped to make your stay at Harringtons a memorable one, madam?”

I laugh and swat him over the head with one of the plush cushions scattered across the bed.

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The sound of the key in the door is so subtle that for a split second, it doesn’t register. As the realization dawns, cold panic washes over me like a sledgehammer. Blake’s body tenses and leaps from the bed, spinning to face the door. I hear the latch turn, but the internal lock Blake had ordered me to put on holds the door in place.

“Sara?”

Your voice comes booming through the wood; a peculiar mix of concern and irritation.

“Sara? Are you in there? Let me in!”

I am frozen to the spot on the king-size bed and look at the gorgeous man on my left in panic.

“Oh my God,” I mouth in a whisper, “it’s my husband! What are we going to do?”

My body is cold and clammy at the prospect of being caught red-handed and it takes me a moment to notice the calm, considered expression on Blake’s face as he considers me.

“It’s okay,” he says casually, “let’s let him in, shall we?”

There is a strange look about him which suddenly unsettles me. Why isn’t he horrified at the prospect of being found screwing one of the hotel’s guests? He isn’t even rushing to dress and stands there shirtless with his trousers still hanging undone around his hips.

“What? No!” I hiss at him, darting from the bed to try and put myself between him and the door.

He smiles at me, knowing he will easily get there first, and unlocks the mechanism before I can even reach him. Mortified, all I can do is stand there as my new lover opens the piece of oak between himself and my husband.

You stand there nonchalantly as the wood is peeled back to reveal a topless Blake and me; completely in the nude and flushing madly. You raise one eyebrow as you survey the scene and yet the fireworks that the ball of tension in the belly expects seem not to transpire… You don’t acknowledge me at all.

“Mr. Sykes,” Blake says with staggering composure. “Apologies for the delay; please come in…”

“Mr. Corday?” you reply, stepping forward to shake Blake’s hand. “… Can I assume from the state of my wife that things have gone to plan?” I can’t quite believe my ears! How do you already know each other? And to which plan are you referring? My guilty shock falls away to reveal the earlier anger I had felt at you.

“Steven… What is going on here?” I bark at you.

You step forward, allowing the door to slam shut behind you. Blake moves in front of it as it shuts, but you now obscure my view of him completely.

“I might ask you the same question, Sara!” you say, your voice full of mocking glee. “Am I right in thinking you’ve just been fucking the butler?”

I stand there, breasts heaving, the smell of sex in the air around us, and consider your question.

“I can confirm that she has, Mr. Sykes,” says Blake from behind you. “Smoking-hot fucking too, if I might say so…”

You smile briefly and then your lips become a thin line as you approach my body.

“Really?” Your voice is low and menacing. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” you ask me sardonically.

I open my mouth to answer but close it again. What can I say?

“Then I’ll take your silence as an admission Sara,” you say running your hand through my hair. It gets halfway down the length and then stops as you grab it forcefully and hold me in place.

“Steven!” I squeal as I process the sudden hurt.

You silence me with one finger of your left hand which you press to my lips.

“Now that Mr. Corday here has warmed you up, I think it’s time you met a few more of my friends. Blake will take you to the penthouse suite and I will be up to join you shortly, I promise.”

I stare at you and you smile, pressing your lips towards mine for a passionate kiss. I feel my hungry tits responding to your authority and I moan into your mouth. As the kiss concludes there’s an edge to your expression which is as daunting as it’s arousing. Then you release my hair and take me by the arm, pulling me firmly towards Blake and the door. He grins as we approach and slips an arm around my waist as he opens it.

“…But, “I stammer, “I’m naked!”

“Don’t worry, honey,” you purr from behind me, “you’re perfect just the way you are!”

I hear you chuckling as the door swings closed behind me and Blake leads me securely down the candle-lit corridor…

The End