She knew he would come, they had agreed to meet at their usual spot but he was running late. She checked her wrist watch for the millionth time that day and only realized he was two minutes late. She paced the hotel room up and down and threw a look at her handbag. She had sworn last time would be her last encounter with him, but here she was again. Ella was just about to change her mind but a knock on the door announced his guest’s arrival.
“Hello handsome,” she said and melted into his young masculine chest. He took off the shades he had on and walked into the room.
“I ordered champagne,” she announced and pointed to two empty flutes that were on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
“I can see that,” he said and fixed her a questioning look. “Why are you so nervous?”
She stilled her breathe and walked over to the table to pour them both some champagne. She then handed him his flute before sipping on hers and shutting her eyes momentarily.
“Oliver we have to talk,” she let out after taking a long sip and having a seat on the inviting bed.
“Okay,” he answered and sat next to her. “This doesn’t sound good.”
“We can’t do this again.”
“That is exactly what you said last time.”
“I know, but this time I am serious.”
“You said that too,” Oliver answered and downed the contents of his flute in a mini second. He then got to his feet and placed the empty flute on the coffee table before taking of his tea-shirt and exposing his well built chest.
“I can see you have been working out,” she said as she looked at him and held her breathe.
“I have.”
He walked over to where she was and took the glass from her soft hands; he placed it on the coffee table too before reaching under her skirt and pulling out her panties.
“Oliver,” she whispered as her inner being witnessed a fight between morality and desires of the flesh.
“Yes,” he answered.
“I can’t do this, this is wrong,” She let out in a desperate tone, “Your father is a good man, he does not deserve this level of betrayal.”
“Good can be relative, you are sexually deprived love, let me take care of you.”
He said this and made her lie on her back before lifting her dress to her waist and exposing her pussy. She had trimmed down the hair on it but still left enough room to nibble and lick. She shut her eyes when her tongue met the tip of her clitoris and loved how his hot breathe made shivers travel up and down her spine.
“Oliver,” she called out but wasn’t sure what she wanted to say to him. “Oliver.”
“Yes Ella.”
“Stop,” she whispered.
“Do you really want that?” he asked and slapping his wet tongue on her pussy before curling it and sliding it into her entrance. She got wet and welcoming, exactly how he needed her to be. He stretched his hands to her bosom and pinched her nipple as she went on licking and sucking.
With the loud moans filling the room, Oliver flipped her on her tummy and went on to lick her ass. He then slid his finger in her before directing his cock to her pussy and went on to pump into her. The wetness made a wish washy sound as she went on to thrust in her while his finger also moved in and out of her ass. He spanked her once or twice and pinched her nipples just how she liked it, her body quivered from all the loving and he knew she was going to come when she breathed in small pauses.
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A Wife & A Mother
KurzgeschichtenIt started innocently with Jayden that day; he got home in good time. His father had been giving him shit about his curfew and for the first time ever since he came to live with him decided to abide. That and the simple fact that Kayla was on that t...
