“Goddamn, Amy, your body is so hot.”
Not my real name. But I’ll take the compliment. His cock is thick and long and rock hard. He pounds it into me like he means it. It’s a shame we’ll only have tonight, but I’ll take that too. Every inch of it. His hands squeeze me harder and it turns me on like crazy, thinking he might leave a mark. The end is building inside me. I can’t control my voice now and he fucks me harder.
His mouth is on my neck again and it’s hot as hell in this tiny hallway. I grip him. I can feel it. The stretch as he pushes into me, the slide as he pulls away to go again. Something tugs at the fringes of my mind, but I push it away, hold it down, harder than he holds onto me, crashing my hips into his. My body starts trembling; sweat drips from my forehead.
My orgasm rips through me. It’s a whirlpool that sucks my body in, sucks his dick inside me, clamps my thighs together while he's slamming into me. I’m wetter now and he’s still going, harder, faster. He’s close and I can feel it.
With a final thrust, he collapses into me. He tries to take my weight, but we fall to the floor, panting, gasping, breathless.
Across the room, his phone rings. We wait for it to stop, but it starts again. He groans and rolls over. I watch him walk to his pants and dig it out of the pocket. He studies it, then turns to me, apologetically. I don’t need to guess what happens next.
