I Checked Into His Hotel Room… and Forgot I Was Married (F×M) (18+ NSFW)

0:09 The first time I saw him across the hotel bar, I knew I was in trouble. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair swept back from a dangerously handsome face. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing muscular forearms. He sat alone, nursing a whiskey. and I couldn't stop staring. My husband was three states away on business. I was supposed to be celebrating my promotion alone, enjoying a drink in a city where nobody knew my name. Instead, I ordered another martini. He caught me looking, storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, no smile, just a slow tilt of his head.

1:00 an invitation that needed no words. I finished my drink, left cash on the bar, and walked past him, catching the scent of cedar and expensive cologne. His low voice followed me. Room 714. I didn't turn around, but I didn't leave the hotel either. The elevator ride seemed endless. My reflection showed flushed cheeks and parted lips. Each passing floor brought me closer to something I couldn't undo. The door to 714 stood slightly open. I pushed it. He sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, legs apart, his shirt partly unbuttoned. A bedside lamp cast shadows across his sharp jaw. Lock it. My trembling fingers turned the deadbolt.

2:03 Come here. I crossed the room. He looked up, his gaze holding mine as his fingers brushed the hem of my skirt. On my lap. I straddled him. The heat of his body seeped through my thin underwear, through his slacks. His hands settled on my hips. thumbs pressing onto the bone, and he pulled me forward until I was flesh against him.

2:35 I could feel him, hard and thick, straining against the seam of his pants. Tell me what you want, he said. My voice cracked. I want you to fuck me. A muscle ticked in his jaw. Say it again. I want you to fuck me. His hands slid up my ribcage, pushing my blouse higher, and then his mouth was on my neck, hot and open. I gasped, arching into him.

3:15 His teeth grazed my skin, not gentle, not rough, just enough to make me moan. Say my name. Say my name. I didn't know it. Doesn't matter. He muttered against my collarbone. Say it anyway. Fuck. I breathed. Just. Please. He left, a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. Then his fingers found the clasp of my bra, and the fabric fell away. And his hands were on my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peeked under his touch. I rode the pressure of his lap, grinding against me. The friction was maddening. I wanted more. I wanted everything. He laid me back on the mattress. his body covering mine, his weight a welcome anchor. His mouth trailed down my sternum, tongue tasting, teeth nipping. When he reached my stomach, he paused,

4:35 looking up at me through his lashes. Watch. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down my legs. The cool air hit my wetness, and I shivered. He didn't look away from me as he lowered his head. His first lick was slow, deliberate. A broad stroke from my entrance to my clit. My hips bucked off the bed. He held me down with a hand on my pelvis. Fingers splayed and did it again.

5:14 And again. His tongue circled my clit, dipped lower, tasted me. I could hear it, the slick sounds of his mouth working me. and I couldn't stop the noises falling from my own lips. God, you taste good, he said, the words hot against my skin. Two fingers pressed into me, and I cried. He curled them, finding that spot inside, and I was gone. My hands fisted in the sheets.

5:55 My back arched. My orgasm tore through me without warning. He didn't stop. He kept licking, kept fucking me with his fingers, drawing it out until I was shaking and gasping. When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me, his chin glistening, his pupils blown wide. My turn, he said. He stood, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements. The zipper rasped. His slacks dropped. His cock sprang free. Thick and flushed. His head already slick. I sat up, reaching for him. But he caught my wrist. On your knees.

6:50 I slid off the bed, my knees pressing into the carpet. He was right there, inches from my face. I could smell myself on his skin, could see the pulse thrumming in his shaft. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He groaned, a sound torn from deep in his chest. His hand found my hair, not pulling, just holding.

7:20 I took him deeper. my tongue tracing the vein along the underside. He was too big to take all at once, so I worked him in increments, my jaw aching, my saliva pooling. The taste of him, salt and skin, and that indefinable maleness filled my senses. Look at me. I did. I did. He stared down as I hollowed my cheeks.

7:54 I took him to the back of my throat and held. His breath hitched, his grip tightened. Fuck, he said, the word a broken whisper. I pulled back, gasping, and pressed my cheeks against his thigh. I want you inside me. He hauled me to my feet, turned me around, and bent me over the edge of the bed. His palm pressed between my shoulder blades, arching my spine. The cool air hit my exposed cunt, and I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my inner thigh. He notched himself at my entrance, just the head, just enough to make me whimper. Tell me again. Fuck me. I begged. Please, fuck me. He drove into me in one stroke. The stretch was exquisite, a burning fullness that pushed the air from my lungs. He didn't move at first, just stayed

9:09 buried inside me, his chest against my back, his breath hot in my ear. This what you wanted? Yes. He pulled out slowly, then slammed back. The bed frame squeaked. My knuckles went wide against the duvet. He set a punishing rhythm, deep and hard. Each thrust hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. Look at you.

9:45 He growled, taking my cock like a whore. The word should have stung. Instead, it sent a jolt of heat through my belly. I pushed against him, meeting his threat. and he groaned. Fuck, you're perfect. His hand slid around my hip, fingers finding my clit. He circled it in time with his strokes, and the pressure built again, coiling, cresting.

10:19 My moans turned into something animal, something I didn't recognize. Come for me, he said. Now. I shattered, my body clamped around him, waves of pleasure racking through me, and I screamed, actually screamed into the mattress. He followed a second later, his hips stuttering, his grip bruising on my hip.

10:50 I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, and the sensation pushed me into another small aftershock. We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, slick with sweat. He pulled me out slowly, and I felt the emptiness immediately. I collapsed onto the bed, my legs useless. He lay beside me, one arm draped over my waist, his breathing gradually steady. I thought that was it, a one-night stand, a story to take to my grave. Then his hand slid lower, fingers tracing the seam of my thigh. His voice, rough and low, cut through the dark. Get some water.

11:47 We're not done. I turned my head, meeting those winter gray eyes. He smiled. It was the first time I'd seen him smile, and it was devastating. I've got you for the whole night, he said, and I plan on using every hour. The blood was still singing in my veins. My body ached in the best way. I watched him sit up reaching for the glass on the nightstand, and I knew I was already wet again. If you enjoyed this podcast, then please write an Apple review saying why you love it. We truly appreciate your support and the wonderful messages we receive from you. See you next time!

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