Hotel O

I’m fucking her to get information out of her, yet she and that delicious body of hers have gotten me to the point that I just want to ravage her, end of.

The tighter she feels, the harder I get, and the greedier I become. I grab her wrists and use them as reins to fuck her even harder. Every crevice of her body is exposed. Anyone could spot us right now, and the mere thought makes my cock pulse and my balls tighten.

But I have to keep the goal in mind.

“Are you finally ready to tell me what you’re up to?” I growl, slamming into her with every word.

“Fuck …”

That’s all she manages to pronounce, and I don’t blame her. It’s hard to talk with a dick up your ass.

So I start fingering her while I keep fucking her, amplifying the sensations and driving her wild with lust. She gyrates against my fingers as I toy with her clit and push them into her pussy. Her body seems to sing and dance to every single one of my tunes. Like it was made solely for me.

But right before she reaches her climax, I stop touching her entirely, and I pull out.

She sucks in a breath, and mumbles, “What … why did you stop?”

I slide my length across her ass, making her acutely aware of just how much her body is under my control. “Because you’re still not being truthful …”

“Please …” she mumbles.

“Oh, so you want more of this?” I ask, prodding her back entrance with just the tip. “Beg me for it.”

“Please … give it to me.” Her voice is unsteady—weak—as if she’s given up the fight.

Good. “Where, Kitten? What hole belongs to me?”

“All of them,” she responds.

A devious grin spreads across my face. “And which hole do I want right now?”

“My ass … fuck my ass, please.”

God, I love it when she says those dirty words. I don’t think she’s ever said them to anyone else before.

“Good … you’re finally learning,” I growl, and I shove my dick back inside. “You’re my little slut, and you do as I say.”

“Fuck!” she mewls as I bang her hard and fast.

Even though I let go of her wrists to play with her, I don’t let her adjust positions as I pound away. I want her to know she belongs to me now. Whether she likes it or not, she gave herself to me willingly, and this is what happens when you prance around in front of me. Tease me and you’re going to get royally fucked.

And even though I still don’t have an answer to my question, I keep taking her ass because I’m already too engulfed in lust to stop. Her nipples push against the cold glass, peaking hard, and in the reflection, I watch myself fuck her. I keep flicking her clit, feeling it swell underneath my fingers. And right before I come, I tell her to come.

When she does, her ass contracts around my dick, making it even tighter, and it sends me over the edge.

I pull out, rip off the condom, and squirt all over her ass, covering it with cum. Then I lather it all over her with my shaft, making sure it’s nice and glossy for me to enjoy.

Then I grab my phone from my desk and take a picture of her.

“What’s that for?” she asks, still panting, still dripping wet.

I smile, cocking my head when she gazes at me over her shoulder. “Insurance.”

Her face turns sour. “For what?”

“That you’ll keep me and this business a secret.”

The infuriated look on her face means I’m right about that.

“What?” she gasps, turning around to face me. Her eyes shift down toward the phone. “Show me.”

I lift it up but hold it far away, showing her the picture that clearly shows her face and ass. “Should you talk about my work … This will have me covered.”

“You wouldn’t,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Try me,” I reply.

I barely manage to tuck my phone into my pocket before she tries to snag it away from me. “Ah, ah.” I lift a finger and sway it from side to side. “Mine.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair,” I say, raising a brow.

“Really?” she scoffs, cringing. “What does that have to do with you keeping pictures of me?”

“I like to be prepared for the worst.” I tuck my cock back into my pants and zip up, then pick up the condom and throw it in the trash.

Still enraged, she snags some tissues from my desk to rub her ass dry. “You’re only assuming I’m a bad girl who works for some evil company. I’m not.”

“Well, since you won’t tell me, I don’t know that for sure, now do I?”

She rubs her lips together, clearly holding something back. I know it’s because she’s frustrated that I don’t believe her. But what else can I do? Why else would she have two phone numbers?