Chapter 4 Three Days of Sin

The private jet landed in Miami just after noon. Damien had told his wife it was a crucial business trip with important investors. In truth, he had cleared his schedule for three full days. Only Sophia came with him.

A black Rolls Royce took them straight to the Grand Ocean Penthouse, a luxurious suite on the top floor of a private beachfront hotel. The moment the door closed behind them, Damien dropped their bags and pushed Sophia against the wall.

He kissed her like a hungry animal. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and ass. He pulled her dress up roughly and ripped her panties off.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he growled against her neck. “For three days, this pussy belongs to me completely.”

He dropped to his knees, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue attacked her clit with fast, hungry strokes. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside her already soaked pussy. Sophia moaned loudly and grabbed his hair. The wet sounds of his mouth eating her echoed through the luxurious living room.

Within minutes, she came hard on his tongue, her legs shaking as she cried out his name.

Damien stood up, unzipped his trousers, and freed his thick, rock-hard cock. He lifted her easily, pinned her against the wall, and thrust deep inside her in one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” Sophia screamed in pleasure.

He fucked her hard against the wall. Deep, brutal thrusts that made her breasts bounce. Her back rubbed against the expensive wallpaper as he pounded her pussy without mercy.

“Tell me whose cunt this is,” he demanded.

“Yours, sir,” she moaned shamelessly. “This pussy is yours.”

Damien carried her to the master bedroom without pulling out. He threw her onto the huge king-sized bed and climbed on top of her. He fucked her in missionary, then flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind. He spanked her ass red while slamming into her.

They barely left the bed for the first twenty-four hours.

That night, Damien fucked her in the luxurious marble shower. Hot water poured over their bodies as he pounded her from behind. He pulled her hair and made her scream his name until her voice became hoarse. He came deep inside her for the first time that trip, filling her pussy with thick, hot cum.

The second day was even wilder.

Damien ordered room service but made Sophia answer the door completely naked with his cum still leaking down her thighs. The waiter’s shocked face only made Damien harder. The moment the door closed, he bent her over the dining table and fucked her again.

He took her on every surface, the balcony overlooking the ocean (at night), the private pool on their terrace, the expensive leather couch, and even against the grand piano in the living room.

In the afternoon, he made her ride him on the balcony. Sophia bounced on his thick cock while the ocean breeze touched their naked bodies. Anyone with binoculars from nearby buildings could have seen them. The risk made her cum even harder.

Damien was insatiable. He fucked her slow and deep, then rough and fast. He ate her pussy until she begged him to stop. He made her suck his cock for long minutes, then throat-fucked her until tears ran down her cheeks.

On the third morning, he woke her up with his cock already inside her. He fucked her lazily at first, then harder until the bed shook violently. He came deep inside her again, then flipped her over and ate his own cum out of her pussy before making her cum on his tongue.

By the final night, Sophia was exhausted but addicted. Her body was covered in bite marks, hickeys, and handprints. Her pussy was swollen and sore, yet she still craved more.

They lay on the huge bed after another intense round. Damien’s cum leaked slowly from her well-fucked pussy onto the expensive sheets. He pulled her close, his hand possessively cupping her breast.

“I don’t want to go back,” he admitted quietly, his fingers gently playing with her nipple. “Three days with you isn’t enough.”

Sophia looked up at him. Her voice was soft but full of lust. “Then don’t stop. I don’t care that you’re married. I want you to keep fucking me like this.”

Damien’s eyes darkened. He rolled on top of her again. His cock was already hard once more. He pushed her legs wide open and slid back inside her cum-filled pussy.

“This trip ends tomorrow,” he said as he started thrusting deep and slow. “But this… us… is far from over.”

Sophia moaned and wrapped her legs around him. “Good. Because I need this cock every day.”

Damien fucked her long and deep into the night. The sound of their bodies moving together and their mixed moans filled the penthouse until the early hours of the morning.

Their dangerous affair had become an addiction neither of them wanted to quit.