Hotel O

When her moans start filling the air, I cover her mouth with mine again, eager for more. I probe open her lips and lick the roof of her mouth, and her tongue responds with an equally desperate need.

With just my body, I manage to push her down onto the table and shower her skin with kisses until I reach her pants, which I undo with a quick flick. I zip her down and rip them off along with her panties, throwing them in the far corner of the room. Then I bury my face between her legs.

“Holy shit!” she mewls.

I lap her up with my tongue to lull her surprise of my desire. I need to taste her. Feel her writhe underneath me. And I need her to know she’s mine and no one else’s.

“Tasty little treat,” I moan, sucking her clit.

“Fuck,” she mumbles, barely able to talk and breathe at the same time.

“Don’t waste your breath, Kitten,” I whisper, licking and sucking hard. “Focus on the pleasure.”

I love the sounds she’s making and use my tongue to make her get even louder. Her body shivers as she gets closer and closer to the edge, so I rub my fingers along her slit and slide them inside her.

Her pussy makes me horny as fuck, wanting to ram my cock inside, but I have to control my urges a little longer. I want to taste her on my tongue as she explodes.

And when she finally does … goddamn, I could come just from feeling her clit grow thick against my tongue.

She’s panting, completely blown away, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.

I tear off my shirt and zip down my pants, letting all of it drop to the floor until there’s nothing left but her and me naked.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks, licking her lips as if she’s already excited at the prospect of doing whatever I demand.

God, I fucking love this woman.

I have no shame in admitting it, but she pushes all my buttons in the right way.

A devious grin spreads on my lips. “Whatever I ask from you, you’ll do it, and you’ll beg for my cum when it’s over like the slut you are.”

Kat

I nod, practically ready to beg. That’s what he does to me with that dirty mouth of his. He makes me do things I’m not even sorry for … things they’d say would make me a slut. But I hold that title with pride because it means I’m having fun. It means I belong to him.

“Lift your legs and hold them,” he says, and when I do, he immediately shoves his dick inside.

I gasp from the pressure, and he sticks his thumb inside my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

“Mine,” he growls, making my heart skip a beat.

Fuck, I love it when he says that—when he treats me like filth—but only because I’m his little kitten. His only one. That’s all that matters.

So I let him fuck me like an animal, slamming his cock into me balls deep until I can barely breathe. His hand wraps around my throat gently, but I welcome the feel of his grasp. My body is his to use and humiliate. I love every second of it, and I can tell from the primal gaze in his eyes that he does too.

His free hand slides down my body, marking my body with saliva as he brings it down toward my pussy only to start rubbing me again. I’m in heaven right now, and I feel like staying right here because God … does it feel good.

He brings me close to bliss, but as my pussy begins to tighten, he pulls his raging boner out of me. Then he slaps my tit, making me squeal.

“Off the table,” he says.

I instantly slide off and go to my knees. The gleeful smile on his face makes me feel good about myself and everything he does to me. I love being filthy for him because I know it isn’t just about the degradation. It’s about the undying need for love beneath both our skins. And the more he treats me badly, the more right all of this feels.

“Hands behind your back, mouth open wide,” he says as he walks off into his room. When he comes back, he’s holding two things in his hand. A big dildo in one hand and a metallic ring attached to a collar in the other hand.

“Is that a …”

“Ring gag,” he fills in. “And a dildo, but you probably recognized that.”

My brows draw together. “You have toys here?”

He makes a smug face. “You didn’t think the hotel was the only place I ever use them, do you?”

My heart thrums faster as he approaches me with the device. “Scared?” he asks.

I gently shake my head. “Excited.”