urges at bay.
He tastes sweet, far sweeter than I expected. I suck him slowly, savoring my quivering taste buds as his breathing intensifies above me.
“Look at me,” he begs. “Alice… look at me.”
I flick my eyes up at him and stare him down as I roll my tongue across his tip. He squeezes my hair with desire and turns up to the ceiling. His chest rises and falls. My lips begin to feel numb, but I’m not done yet. I push him farther inside, inching him closer to the back of my throat. Charles lets out a grunt of satisfaction, giving me a surge of confidence. I reach up and take the base in my hand to gain control. He doesn’t seem to mind. I quickly bob back and forth while keeping a tight suction on him with my aching lips.
“Alice—” He reaches out and grasps my wrist. I look up at him with wide eyes, but I keep his thick rod grazing the back of my throat. “My god…” he whispers.
He grips my head with both hands then and rocks his hips to meet my bobs. It’s too much, I can see it in his eyes, but I don’t want to stop. I want to please him more than anything. I ignore the intense throbbing coming from my own sex, begging and urging me to ride him. My desires can wait, I decide.
Charles lets out one final grunt and I feel his warm spray hit the back of my throat. I let it settle on my tongue, tasting every bit of him before sending it back. His seed tickles my senses as I swallow each shot of it he gives me. I stare up at him as I do it, carefully lapping every drop of it off his smooth cock.
“Alice…” he breathes once more.
I let him slide from my lips and he dangles in front of me, twitching and satisfied. “Are you all right?” I ask him.
He reaches down and pulls me up by the arms with all his strength. I shake as I stand, not realizing the strain I had put on my knees and ankles. He holds me up with little trouble and whips me around. We tumble onto the bed together and he spreads my legs before I even realize what’s happened.
“Charles!” I cry out as his lips meet my clitoris.
Chapter 5
Don’t Take It Personal
I wake up alone.
The other side of the bed is cold to the touch. I sit up, naked and confused, and glance around to see the blue Faleuro dress hanging from a wooden hanger on the back of the door. A white robe lays at the end of the bed, draped across my feet.
“Charles?” I ask the empty room.
I throw my feet off the side of the bed and let my toes squish into the thick carpet before standing up. The bathroom is empty. Charles’ briefcase is gone.
A knock strikes the door and for a moment, I panic. I throw the bathrobe over my shoulders and tie it off tightly before stepping to the door.
“Ms. Hughes?” A hotel employee stands in the hallway next to a cart.
“Yes?” I answer him.
“Breakfast for you. Compliments of Mr. Kent.”
I step to the side and allow for him to roll the cart into the room. He leaves it by the bed and gives me a kind nod.
“Oh,” I stumble on my words. “I have no money…”
He smiles. “It’s all taken care of, miss,” he says.
“Right…” I shake my head. “Thank you.”
“Have a good day, Ms. Hughes,” he says as he slips out the door.
I inspect the cart to find one plate filled to the edges with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, along with a few pastries on the side with a glass of milk and another of orange juice. I chuckle at the presentation and raise a piece of toast to my lips. I take a bite and notice a card poking out from under the plate.
Stay as long as you like. -C
I toss the card down on the bed and glance around the empty room. This wasn’t how I pictured the morning after would be like. I expected to wake up next to him and exchange awkward, but delightful, pillow talk.
Did I do something wrong? I think.
My gaze climbs the wall and falls upon the blue dress. I bite my lip and dread the moment I would have to put it on and walk through the lobby again. It’s one thing to wear it
He tastes sweet, far sweeter than I expected. I suck him slowly, savoring my quivering taste buds as his breathing intensifies above me.
“Look at me,” he begs. “Alice… look at me.”
I flick my eyes up at him and stare him down as I roll my tongue across his tip. He squeezes my hair with desire and turns up to the ceiling. His chest rises and falls. My lips begin to feel numb, but I’m not done yet. I push him farther inside, inching him closer to the back of my throat. Charles lets out a grunt of satisfaction, giving me a surge of confidence. I reach up and take the base in my hand to gain control. He doesn’t seem to mind. I quickly bob back and forth while keeping a tight suction on him with my aching lips.
“Alice—” He reaches out and grasps my wrist. I look up at him with wide eyes, but I keep his thick rod grazing the back of my throat. “My god…” he whispers.
He grips my head with both hands then and rocks his hips to meet my bobs. It’s too much, I can see it in his eyes, but I don’t want to stop. I want to please him more than anything. I ignore the intense throbbing coming from my own sex, begging and urging me to ride him. My desires can wait, I decide.
Charles lets out one final grunt and I feel his warm spray hit the back of my throat. I let it settle on my tongue, tasting every bit of him before sending it back. His seed tickles my senses as I swallow each shot of it he gives me. I stare up at him as I do it, carefully lapping every drop of it off his smooth cock.
“Alice…” he breathes once more.
I let him slide from my lips and he dangles in front of me, twitching and satisfied. “Are you all right?” I ask him.
He reaches down and pulls me up by the arms with all his strength. I shake as I stand, not realizing the strain I had put on my knees and ankles. He holds me up with little trouble and whips me around. We tumble onto the bed together and he spreads my legs before I even realize what’s happened.
“Charles!” I cry out as his lips meet my clitoris.
Chapter 5
Don’t Take It Personal
I wake up alone.
The other side of the bed is cold to the touch. I sit up, naked and confused, and glance around to see the blue Faleuro dress hanging from a wooden hanger on the back of the door. A white robe lays at the end of the bed, draped across my feet.
“Charles?” I ask the empty room.
I throw my feet off the side of the bed and let my toes squish into the thick carpet before standing up. The bathroom is empty. Charles’ briefcase is gone.
A knock strikes the door and for a moment, I panic. I throw the bathrobe over my shoulders and tie it off tightly before stepping to the door.
“Ms. Hughes?” A hotel employee stands in the hallway next to a cart.
“Yes?” I answer him.
“Breakfast for you. Compliments of Mr. Kent.”
I step to the side and allow for him to roll the cart into the room. He leaves it by the bed and gives me a kind nod.
“Oh,” I stumble on my words. “I have no money…”
He smiles. “It’s all taken care of, miss,” he says.
“Right…” I shake my head. “Thank you.”
“Have a good day, Ms. Hughes,” he says as he slips out the door.
I inspect the cart to find one plate filled to the edges with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, along with a few pastries on the side with a glass of milk and another of orange juice. I chuckle at the presentation and raise a piece of toast to my lips. I take a bite and notice a card poking out from under the plate.
Stay as long as you like. -C
I toss the card down on the bed and glance around the empty room. This wasn’t how I pictured the morning after would be like. I expected to wake up next to him and exchange awkward, but delightful, pillow talk.
Did I do something wrong? I think.
My gaze climbs the wall and falls upon the blue dress. I bite my lip and dread the moment I would have to put it on and walk through the lobby again. It’s one thing to wear it
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