Grace
I tugged the hem of the short gown Mel had given me to wear that night as I roamed the hall of the second floor of Jones hotel, nervous to knock on room seventy, as my heart pounded violently in my chest and my hands were clammy with sweat.
After a minute of gathering myself, I finally found the courage to knock on that dark brown mahogany door.
"Come in." The deep voice from inside the room replied almost immediately. "It's open," he added.
Mel had assured me that I would definitely not regret this night, and I was holding on to her words tighter than the dress was hugging me. A part of consolation was the money I was going to get after. It was the driving force of my exploration.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all night?" He asked with a bit of annoyance and irritation as I just stood there and looked like I was a lost puppy.
I had only had only been intimate once, and it was with my ex boyfriend who had convinced me that the act would make our love stronger but proceeded to ghost me the morning after I shared my body with him. Even worse, he left before I woke up, and the only thing he left behind was a note stating that he was done with the relationship and advising me to move on.
Oh, it broke my heart, and yes, I cried on many nights, but I didn't let it break me, I couldn't.
I needed to be strong for a lot of reasons.
I quickly recollected myself, trying to get in the mood that would take me through this very long night. I walked slowly towards him, seeing that he wanted to get straight to business, slowly taking the straps of the dress off my shoulders to tease him, a strange wave of confidence coming over me.
"Get down on your fours and crawl to me like a good girl." He snarled, smirking as he had plans of his own to tease me and had taken control instead.
Walking closer to him, I could see him better than when I was standing at the door, and he looked way better than his age, even though he wasn't that young. Mel told me he was in his early forties, but his ripped body did not look anything like it. Without prior knowledge, I would have mistook him for an early thirties man.
My gaze shifted to the bed dressed in all white sheets, with a befitting headboard. Then something caught my eyes, a half silver half pink fluff cuff resting by the headboard.
His body was soft chocolate like he had just gotten tanned, even sitting he looked way taller than me, and his body was stuck inside my head. He had applied oil, I think, to his body - it shimmered in the low light, and it was sending all kinds of signals to my brain.
He was clad in only a towel, which only covered his waist downwards, but I couldn't stop myself from imagining what laid below his towel. Somehow, as he took control, I started to crave what would eventually happen, I was curious and eager to share my body with him and do whatever he pleased.
I stripped completely before going down on all my fours and crawled slowly towards him, letting him take the curves and beauty of my body in.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, the towel almost loose on his waist, teasing me in the most cruel way.
"Aren't you a good girl?" He traced my body with his hands as I stopped right in front of him now on my knees.
"You're the sexiest slut I've ever been with," his hands traced from my neck to my breast, and lightly grazed my pussy to see how wet I was.
I had no clue why my body was reacting this way even though he hadn't touched me. Being in his presence, taking in the glory of his body and his face, were all the factors that made my body quiver with excitement, I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.
"Suck it, all of it slut." He demanded as he loosened his towel finally as his rod stood in front of me, not fully hard but enough for me to bewilder.
I could never have guessed he would be this packed. It was already bigger than my both hands combined and could barely fit in my mouth, and I wondered how it would fit inside me when it was in all its full glory.
"Fuck!" He muttered under his breath as I sucked only the tip and used my hands to play with his balls, running my tongue up and down occasionally.
His moans and grunts nudging me in the right direction.
I took it as a sign that I was doing well even though I had never done anything like this before. I was merely going on pure instinct and what I felt he would like.
"You're so fucking good with that tight mouth of yours. Take in everything now." He yanked my hair backwards as he stood up and forced all of him inside my mouth. Blind to the tears that had gathered in my eyes and the little protest I could with my mouth, he stayed my head as he fucked my mouth till I could taste his juices filling all the corners of my mouth. His moans filled the room as he released inside my mouth.
"Ahhhh," I gasped for air as he pulled out of my mouth, lightly coughing as I tried to steady my breathing. I was feeling proud of myself at that moment because I had never done anything like that to anyone before and I was able to make him come.
"Did you like that, Daddy?" I playfully teased him, having a wave of courage as I bit my bottom lip, fondling my breast as he wandered his eyes all over my body.
"Fuck. You're going to drive me crazy if you do that again." He yanked me off the floor, threw me on the bed and walked over to that corner of the room, took an object from the drawer, and walked back to me with a devilish smirk.
"Now it's your turn."