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He couldn't even hear the music blasting downstairs, nor the door slamming, it all faded behind the soft buzz in his head caused by the amount of alcohol he had earlier. He barely even registered them when she turned away from him to lock the door behind them. Those two seconds were almost enough for him to start whining about being deprived of her attention that he was trying to get since he met her, but then she turned to him again and smiled, and all of the comments disappeared from his head and he could only stare in awe with parted lips. She took her time admiring him aswell, her tipsy mind taking in his dark, long curls, his hazed eyes and the prettiest face she's seen on a man, the face that she's been staring at the whole evening, batting her eyelashes at him more times then she could count, waiting for him to notice and make a move.
She finally kissed his lips, she's been dying to do that the entire day and he sure felt the eagerness from the hungry movement of her lips, like she wanted to bite the muscles off his bones, and the way her hands already started to roam on his upper body, and he felt her to be like a starving man. He felt his body slightly cool down when she took off his suit jacket and threw it on the floor next to them, but that barely helped, he still felt too hot and he was way too busy to notice the quiet hum of the air conditioning, begging to be turned up.
She gently pushed him, guiding his movements, and he walked a few steps backwards to sit on the bed, trying his best not to break the kiss that took the air from his lungs, but felt like he needed it to truly live. The bed creaked quietly as she helped him lie down and straddled his hips, sitting comfortable at his hips, and he felt even hotter then before, looking up at her. She looked down with pride at their position, she felt so powerful on top of him and the look of awe he was giving her was filling her with audacity and hunger for more.
"We need to be quick, pretty boy." She said while leaning forward to kiss his lips again, biting down on his lips. He moaned, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the name or her actions and he really didn't care at that moment, he just knew he was rock hard and the most beautiful woman he's ever seen is doing whatever she wants to his body. He quietly whined when she started to unbutton his dress shirt, already wrinkled from the whole day of wearing it, so thankfully he won't have to explain that part to anyone when they come back downstairs. Not that he was anywhere near thinking about that, because she just got done with his shirt and he really hoped his pants were going next, bacause they were starting to get really uncomfortable.
Before she got to that though, she took the shirt off and threw it on the ground where it joined the suit jacket in the small hotel room floor, and started to attack his jaw with hurried kisses and bites that moved down to the neck. At that point the only thing he could do was breathe heavily to try and stop the tears from escaping his eyes. This was all happening so fast, he wasn't sure if it was even real. She feasted on his neck, trying so hard to compose herself, so she doesn't leave any marks in such a visible place, but really all she wanted to do was mark him, so she could look at him the next day and have proof of the night she wanted for so long.
To satisfy her lust, she moved further down to his chest, where she could leave all the marks she wanted, and she took that opportunity, making him moan and his legs shake. Her hands wondered through every part of his body they could reach, remembering every inch by touch. She kept her mouth busy with his chest and stomach until she felt satisfied with the red marks, now idicating every place of him she set alight that night and after it. She licked a long stripe along his torso, feeling him gasping beneath her, and smiled when their faces were on the same level again and she saw his red, tearstained cheeks. She grabbed his chin, so he would focus on her and he felt hotter with her every move and touch.
"You okay, sweetheart?" She asked in a sweet voice, looking at him with a shadow od concern, but with an intesity he couldn't help but squirm upon seeing.
"Yeah..." He replied weakly, trying not to buck his hips up. She hummed and leaned down to press deep kisses to his neck, making him close his eyes and moan softly.
"Hm... Are you sure?" She asked again and this time he could only whimper as an answer and nodded as much as he could with her lips on him. She parted from his neck and took his head in her hands, starting to kiss the tear stains on his cheeks.
"Please..." He started to utter. She moaned and smiled into his cheek, and started to run her hands down his body.
"How polite, already begging for me... Do you want me to take your pants off, sweetheart?" She asked and he moaned, bucking his hips unintentionally and she pushed her hips harder on him to keep him in place.
"Yes, please! Oh my God..." He muttered and she smiled at his voice, already so wrecked, it was pathetic really. Suited him though, he was pathetic and admittedly annoying, making her despise him to some level, but she couldn't help but find him incredibly hot, and he obviously liked her, so who was she to say no to him? Besides, she was drawn to him for some odd reason and she wasn't going to resist it. If anything, her disgust towards him only made it better to both of them.
She went down, spreading quick kisses to his body until she reached his crotch. Her hands started to caress his hips and thighs while she took in the view, of the slight bulge in his pants, of the belt, which seemed to beg to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, of his torso, already abused by her lips and his face, that looked like he could cry again if this goes on for any longer. She smiled faintly and grabbed him by the hips, and started to kiss his crotch through his pants. The moan caught in his throat as he tried to be as quiet as possible and preferably not come right there and then.
She finally started to unbuckle his belt and he sighed with relief as she took care of the button and zipper and he felt her pull down his pants and underwear in one go. He raised his hips and legs to help to get them off, but instead of cooler he felt even hotter, now that he was lying under her naked. Her eyes lit up as she saw the unmarked skin on his thighs and she immediately got to work, biting hard on the flesh until she heard him whimper, and took pity on him. She didn't want him to come already after all, she wanted to get something from that night aswell. She looked so stunning in her long, tight dress that he wasn't even thinking about her still being fully dressed. It only accured to him when she got up on her knees and looked at him with a smile.
"Gonna help me take this off?" She asked, running her hands on her sides. He stared wide eyed and nodded. He reached to the zipper on her back when she leaned towards him and she pulled the dress off. She took off her bra and underwear before he could even blink and she pulled him in a deep kiss, swallowing any moan leaving his mouth at the feeling of her now naked body moving against his own.
He hissed and shut his eyes closed when she took his dick in her hands. She locked her eyes on his face with a sly smile, observing his reactionas she slowly stroked him. He quickly became overwhelemed and started to moan. She loved the sounds he was making, but this was getting annoying, how weak can a man be? So she withdrew one of her hands from his dick and put it over his mouth to shut him up. That didn't help much to muffle the noise though, so she quickly put three of her fingers in his mouth, making him gag a little. The shock of the action and a quick "Oh shut up, you mutt" seemed to quiet him down just fine. She reached to the nightstand where she left her purse before and quickly took out a small bottle of lube and a condom. She heard him giggle against her fingers and she laughed shortly with him.
"I told you I'm prepared for everything tonight." She said. She took her fingers from his mouth, which earned her a small whimper, as she put the condom on him and poured the lube on her hands. He threw his head back as soon as she used her hands to lube his cock.
"Don't you dare even make a noise." She warned. He kept his mouth firmly shut while she was moving her hands up and down his dick, the slick added to the friction almost made him loose his mind. She finally grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled on them, telling him to sit up and he complied without hesitation. He couldn't help but moan out, almost scream, when she positioned herself above his dick and put it in, whithout any issue, which he would usually be embarrassed about, but this time, was he getting impatient, resulting in her fingers entering his mouth again, deeper this time, and it made him gag again. Of course, she noticed it and made it her fun to slowly, but deeply fuck his mouth with her fingers until drool started to leak from the corner of his mouth as she started to move her hips back and forth. She laughed at his fucked out state and took pride in making him even more disgusting and perverted then he was before, she regretted not taking her phone with her, she would love to take a picture for the future. Until he started to move his head to the sides, silently asking her to get her fingers out, and she listened, taking them back and looking at him, concerned that it was maybe too much for him, but he surprised her with his plea instead:
"Hit me." He said weakly, gasping for air a little. She slowed down her movements in shock. She wasn't expecting this, she didn't think he would be into that sort of thing, but seeing how he seemed to want to be closer to her the meaner she was to him, maybe she shouldn't be that surprised.
"Hit you? Are you sure?" She asked to make sure she heard him right and her drunk mind wasn't just making things up. But he hummed in agreement and nodded, looking at her with a begging look, so she raised her hand and took a swing before slapping him across his face, making his head turn to the left and his eyes fill with tears.
She continued to ride him, picking up the pace and putting the fingers back into his mouth for a brief second before taking them out again and giving him another hit. The bed creaked so loud, she was grateful for the music blasting from the speakers downstairs.
"Such a filthy fucking pervert" She hissed and spat in his open mouth, some of it landing on his cheek, and she smeared it all over his face, mixing it with his own drool, the lube still on her hand and the tears that started falling from his eyes after the second hit. "So fucking disgusting."
She kept griding down on him, while gripping his face harshly and he could already feel himself getting closer to the edge. His clinged to anything they could grab, her waist, her arms, the bedsheet, whatever might help him not die in that moment.
"Fuck... I'm close... Please..." He managed to say between breaths and he heard her laugh cruelly.
"That fast? Seriously? You really are pathetic." She said and despite being embarrassed, he moaned at her words. "Oh, who am I kidding? You probably almost came in your pants as soon as i put my hands on you, didn't you?" She teased, but kept moving her hips, driving him closer and closer to an orgasm. He closed his eyes, trying not to get lost in the pleasure and miserably failing. She just felt so good around his cock and her words definately weren't helping him.
A sudden slap against his cheek pulled him out of his head as he open his eyes to see her looking at him with annoyence, the sight almost tearing his heart apart.
"Answer me, bitch, I asked you a question!" She nearly yelled in his face and he whimpered a small agreement. She rolled her eyes, but seemed satisfied with the answer in the end. He moaned loudly and threw his head back when she suddenly started to grind her hips again, he didn't even noticed when she stopped, probably when she slapped him, but now she was doing it again and all the nerves in his body were on fire again.
"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, please, mommy, please..." He begged, too lost in the moment to register the name he called her, but she definitely didn't mind. She smiled and run her hands through his body again, squeezing his chest a little. His body was burning up and he sobbed at the overwhelming sensation, but waiting for her to give him permission, he already upset her enough. How was this even possible that that woman, who was so perfect in his eyes, even agreed to go to bed with a scum like him? He had to be grateful and not disappoint her.
"Go on, be a good boy and come for mommy." She commanded and almost exactly in that moment, he came with a quiet cry, bucking his hips, feeling ecstatic, cursing himself for not being able to even thank her, but he figured he could do that when he could speak again. She calmed him down with gentle praise while he was getting down from his high, caressing his back.
"Such a good boy, you did so good..." She was saying while hugging him to her chest as he cried, sobs jolting his body, but through that she could hear a quiet 'thank you'. After a silent moment after he calmed down and stopped crying, he finally let go of her. She smiled when she looked at him and his heart couldn't be more happy. His face and body was still just as beautiful as it was earlier that night when he asked her to join him in his room, and she could stare at it for hours.
She patted his cheek and caressed it gently with her thumb, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. She pressed a soft kiss to it, where she hit him not so long ago. She wondered if it's still gonna be visible when they go back down. They could porably blame the redness on the alcohol, but it's gonna be a problem if it's bruised the next day.
"Go wash your face, pretty boy, we need to get back to the party." She said and he hummed, displeased, and put her head on her shoulder while she giggled.