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By (user no longer on site) OP
8 weeks ago
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Title: Room 614 — Part 1: The Bar
Elena wasn’t dressed to be good. Tight black dress, tall thin heels, and the kind of lipstick that left a mark on every glass and man it touched. She didn’t plan on taking anyone home, but she also didn’t plan on sleeping alone.
The bar was dim, soft jazz spilling through the speakers like smoke. She spotted him immediately—broad shoulders, whisky in hand, a jaw that looked made to be ridden. He clocked her the same way: eyes dragging up her legs, settling at the swell of her hips, then finally meeting her gaze with something raw behind his.
She sat beside him without asking. Her thigh brushed his. Intentional. She ordered tequila. No salt. No lime. Just burn.
“You don’t seem like you’re here for conversation,” he said, voice like dark velvet.
She smirked. “You don’t seem like you need much talking to get someone on their knees.”
His hand slid casually along her thigh under the bar. Fingers grazing higher, testing.
She didn’t flinch. “Room 614.”
They didn’t finish their drinks.
Part 2: The Elevator
The elevator ride was slow torture. His hand was on her ass now, fingers pressing through the thin fabric of her dress. She could feel how hard he was already—thick and pulsing against her side as she leaned back into him, her breath warm against his neck.
“You gonna fuck me like you mean it?” she whispered, lips barely touching his ear.
He growled. Not answered. Just growled.
Part 3: The Room
She had the door open before he could even touch the handle. He pushed her inside, kicked it shut, and slammed her against the wall. Mouth on hers—hot, hungry, filthy. His hands were up her dress, yanking her panties down, not caring when they tore. She moaned into his mouth as he dropped to his knees, spreading her open.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” he murmured, lips dragging up her inner thigh. “You wanted this the moment you saw me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed, back arching as his tongue slid through her folds. “God, yes—”
He devoured her. No pretense, no softness. Just tongue and lips and fingers curling inside her until she was clawing at the wall, cursing, begging.
When he stood, she pulled his belt loose and dropped to her knees. His cock was thick, heavy in her hand, already leaking. She didn’t tease—just opened her mouth and took him deep, gagging a little as he hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, hands fisting in her hair. “Take it all, baby.”
She looked up at him, spit slicking her chin, eyes wild. He pulled her up and threw her on the bed. Her legs spread on instinct.
And then he was inside her.
To Be Continued…
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