“Good.” He stroked my back, sending my heart racing. We stayed like that, quiet and close together. I wanted the moment to go on forever. But Jenny’s voice screamed in my head.
“But why did we have to stop contact?” I asked.
“Someone was trying to blackmail me,”
“Who, like your wife? Oh my god, are you married?” I’d lost the control over my voice.
“No. Definitely not married. Just a business associate trying to claim my personal life is interfering in a business deal.”
I pulled back to look at his face. His jaw had softened, and he looked spent. Like he had survived an interrogation and was ready to face his fate. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, giving him all the passion I had earlier denied him.
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He trailed kisses from my lips to my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he said in my ear, his voice a whisper and continued his trail of kisses down my neck.
Jay pushed me down, so I was lying on the bed with my legs hanging off it. He straddled me, trapping me. His hands palmed my tits through my clothing. I wanted to take my top off, to give him unrestrained access to me, but couldn’t free my arms from his legs.
He stood, and I remained motionless on the bed, watching him, trying to anticipate what he would do next. He pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles looked even more contoured in the room’s shadows. He undid his jeans but left them on, and kneeled on the floor.
Jay licked and nipped his way up both my legs. His rough hands followed, caressing and grabbing at my skin. When he reached my skirt, he pushed it up, bunching it around my pelvis. My pussy dripped, longing for his touch, and of being pounded by his cock.
His fingers brushed against my lips, separated by my panties, sending my pussy into overtime.
He stood and said, “Put your hands above your head.”
I complied, not taking my eyes off him. He leaned over, and ripped open my blouse, sending the buttons flying. He grabbed my bra cup in one hand, and the strap in the other then pulled them apart. Then repeated the action on the other cup. He flipped my bra down, exposing my tits.
Jay grabbed them, treating them much kinder than he had my bra. My nipples hardened under his touch, and my pussy welled. I tried to roll up, to kiss him and touch his body but he pushed me back into place.
“I said put your hands above your head.” There was no malice in his voice, only firmness. I laid my arms on the bed above me, expecting things to go the way they had at the lake. I waited.
Jay walked around the corner and flicked on the harsh overhead lights. Blinded by the sudden light, my eyes shut. When I opened them, Jay was standing at the end of the bed surveying me. His eyes raked my body from top to bottom and then bottom to top, sending shivers down my spine.
He took off his jeans and boxers. Naked, he rubbed his cock a few times, until it stood hard in front of his belly. My thighs clenched at the sight of his perfect body and massive cock. I wished he’d hurry up and rip off my skirt and panties and fuck me.
Instead he climbed on the bed and straddled me again, higher this time. His balls hovered over my mouth.
“Open.”
I relaxed my jaw and allowed my mouth to open wide. I pushed my tongue out from my mouth, relished the contact I found with his balls. Jay went up on his knees, pulling himself from the reach of my tongue. I moaned in disappointment.
He looked down at me with an arched eyebrow. I blushed, embarrassed at my position. But he stared into my eyes and angled his cock down. As soon as the tip was near enough, I latched on. My lips formed a tight seal around it and sucked the head into my mouth.
“Now you can move your hands.”
With them hooked around his thighs, I clasped his shaft with one hand and his balls in the other. My tongue licked side to side, and I suppressed my gag reflex and sucked as much of his cock into me as possible.
The walls of my pussy dripped in readiness. I pulsated my hips. Here I was in a hotel with my boyfriend who’d turned out to be rich. The desire for him burned throughout me, and he was in total control of me. I was powerless to resist him.
Jay pushed my hands down and moved off of me. Leaving me once again waiting.
Beside me, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek, my neck, down to my breasts. He flipped his hand over and brushed his fingertips around my nipples until they poked into him. I flared my ribcage, trying to gain more from him. With more pressure, his hand moved down over my belly.
When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he slipped a finger of each hand between it and my skin. His fingers moved around until they were at the zipper under my backside. With ease, he lifted my hips and unzipped my skirt. He stood at the end of the bed where my legs were still dangling off, and pulled off my skirt and panties.