Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out of me and bends over, picking the phone from the floor. He presses the green button and takes it to his ear, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Hawke,” starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of hesitation in it. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, everything’s perfect. Thank you. But I’m busy right now so --”
“Well, sir, that’s exactly why I’m calling your room. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I guess that, uh, you being busy is somewhat noticeable. We have been getting some calls from our other clients and they’re… Well, they’re complaining about the noise, sir.”
“Noise? What noise?” Arsen asks, smirking at me.
“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing, sir,” the man obviously lies, trying his best to be professional while making sure his rich troublemaker client doesn’t get offended. “Just… Uh, make sure you don’t make too much noise.”
“Sure, thank you,” Arsen responds, ready to throw the phone on the ground again.
“Uh. And have fun, sir,” the man finally adds, this time his voice with an edge of genuinity to it, if not a bit of jealousy as well.
Arsen ends the call and winks at me devilishly.
“He’s right, you know? We’re going to have fun.” No more words from him, he pushes his cock inside my pussy again, thrusting furiously as if we had never stopped. He pounds me mercilessly, my hands running up and down his back until I finally place them over his firm buttocks, urging him to keep up the rhythm. And that’s exactly what he does; he keeps the pace until my moans turn into an all-out scream, all the “keep quiet” admonishments from the hotel manager long forgotten. Who cares about a little noise when I’m having the time of my life right now?
I scream so hard my throat burns, my mind exploding as I come. My hands run erratically all over his body as a violent shiver goes up my spine, the pleasure of climax infecting even my soul.
“More,” I pant, my body still reeling from the orgasm. Arsen pulls his cock out of me, and moving as fast as my buckling knees allow me to, I climb down from the table and move up to the wall, turning my back to Arsen and placing both my hands at shoulder-height. I jut my ass back and not a second after he smacks my buttocks hard with the back of his hand. He does it again and again, my ass cheeks burning. Well, this is going to leave a mark.
Arsen grabs me by the waist and, with one simple thrust, he starts fucking me again, pistoning into me as if we only had minutes to live. I move my hips back against him, trying to match his rhythm; even though it’s impossible to do so, this time I don’t quit. I do my best to keep moving, my ass slapping against his thighs as the sound of flesh on flesh blends with my moans.
“Don’t stop…” I mutter. I can’t even hear myself say it, the sound of our bodies collapsing against one another drowning out the sound of my voice. “DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Arsen doesn’t need my directions, but it just feels good to say it out loud. “Don’t stop,” I repeat a third time, the words only a whisper now. But it’s all it takes for me to come again, the fires of hell racing through my veins as they scorch every single one of my nerve endings.
Even though I’m coming my brains out, I keep pushing my hips back at him, eager to drive him to the edge of insanity. Maybe it’s the way I’m screaming, or maybe it has to do with how I keep thrusting back at him, but Arsen’s cock starts to spasm violently inside of me almost immediately.
“Cum inside of me,” I hear myself saying, his member pulsing with a vengeance as it sprays my insides with his warm cum. I stop moving now, allowing him to empty his whole load - it takes forever, his cock spasming and throbbing as an endless fountain of semen fills me up to the brim. His juices start dripping down my thighs, thick strands of it going down my legs. And still he keeps going.
I grit my teeth and move as fast as I can, taking his cock out of me and turning toward him as thick strands of cum fly everywhere. I go down to my knees in the blink of an eye, grabbing his cock and aiming it at my face - just a few seconds after that and my face is coated in his fluids, thick ropes of it on my tongue and lips. I jerk him off, moving my hand back and forth as I drain of every single drop he holds inside of him.
His spasms dying down, I slowly peel my fingers off of his cock. I lean forward, reaching for his shaft with my tongue and licking it dry as I lock eyes with him. When I’m done, he joins me on the floor, kneeling in front of me; he places his hands on my chest, smearing his cum all over me as he squeezes my tits hard. His hands slide over my soaked body easily, his own semen acting as lubricant.
“This, everyday. For the rest of our lives,” he tells me, his expression one of love and wickedness. “That’s what I want.”
“No,” I tell him, struggling to get the words out as my lungs work hard to get the air in. “That’s what I want.”
“And that’s exactly what you’ll have,” he responds, leaning toward me and laying his lips on mine. I brush my tongue against his lips, and he sucks it eagerly, cleaning it of the cum that covers it.
“I’ll hold you to that promise, Arsen.”
“You better.”
This right here… This is perfection. Happiness. And if I can have it, anyone can. Just make sure that if you want to go on a quest for a perfect man to stay away from Arsen Hawke… This man right here is mine, just mine. And I’m just his. And that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.
Happy endings—oh, yes, they are very real.
Ashley
Epilogue
“Hi, I’m Tricia Loomis with Good Morning Manhattan, and today I’m at the company headquarters of Hawkelane Media Inc. where we catch up with two of New York City’s most dynamic and successful couples, Arsen and Ashley Hawke,” the news reporter says, standing in the center of the product display room.
Is it me, or is she being slightly condescending?