STAND ALONE: Quick Fúck

Isabelle checked into the hotel just after nine. The room was too big too polished and too quiet for her to sit in alone so she went down to the rooftop bar. She didn’t dress for anyone or at least that’s what she told herself when she slipped into the short black dress that hugged her body and heels that made her legs look longer.

The bar was busy but calm soft music playing while people drank expensive cocktails. Isabelle sat at the counter ordered champagne and tried not to look like she was waiting for something to happen then she felt a stare.

Her eyes flicked up and landed on him across the room. He was wearing a dark suit had a broad chest, one hand resting on his glass as if he had all the time in the world. He wasn’t just glancing her way he was watching, locked in on her.

Her stomach flipped. She should have looked away but she didn’t.

He stood, walked straight toward her and stopped at her side.

“Finish your drink” he said, his voice low but firm. “You’re coming upstairs with me.”

Her mouth went dry. “Excuse me?”

He leaned closer his tone higher now. “You heard me. Don’t waste my time.”

Her chest tightened heat rushing between her thighs. No one had ever spoken to her like that before.

She should have laughed in his face. She should have told him to fuck off. But her hand was already setting the glass back on the counter unfinished.

He watched her stand. His lips curved satisfied, like he knew all along she’d obey.

Without another word, he turned and walked toward the elevators and Isabelle followed.

The elevator doors slid shut behind them. The moment they were alone he pressed her back against the mirrored wall.

His hand came up fast gripping her jaw tilting her head until her eyes met his.

“You don’t get to look away,” he said. “Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky.

“Yes what?” His tone sharpened.

“Yes, sir.”

That earned her the faintest smirk before his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was rough, all teeth and heat, his tongue forcing its way in like he owned it. His other hand slid up her thigh pushing her dress higher until his fingers found the wet heat between her legs.

“Already soaked,” he growled against her lips rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “You followed me up here dripping for cóck, didn’t you?”

She gasped as he pressed harder, her hips jerking against his hand.

“I...”

“Don’t lie.” His grip on her jaw tightened. “Say it.”

Her cheeks burned, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yes… I wanted it.”

He shoved two fingers inside her panties sliding them between her folds. Wetness coated him instantly and he laughed low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re ready to be used by me.”

The elevator hummed as it climbed floor after floor, the mirrored walls reflecting everything his body pressed against hers, her lips swollen from his kiss his hand working between her legs.

When the doors finally opened, she was alredy shaking her panties damp and sticking to her skin.

“Walk,” he ordered puling his fingers free and licking them clean right in front of her. “And don’t think about running. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”

Her knees nearly buckled but she obeyed stepping out of the elevator with him right behind her.

The door to the suite clicked shut and before Isabelle could catch her breath he shoved her against it. His mouth was on her neck biting hard enough to make her cry out one hand yanking her dress down so her títs spilled free.

“Fuck,” he muttered, sucking her nipple into his mouth teeth scraping until it stung. His other hand gripped her ass and dragged her against the thick bulge straining his pants.

“Take it out,” he ordered.

Her hands shook as she fumbled with his belt. The moment she freed him, his cóck slapped heavy against her palm thick and already hard.

“On your knees” he snapped.

She dropped fast the carpet rough under her skin. His cóck hovered in front of her lips, flushed and veined, the head leaking.

“Open wide. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

She parted her lips and he shoved deep making her gag instantly. His hand tangled in her hair holding her head still as he face fucked her hard and fast, saliva dripping down her chin.

“Yeah choke on it” he groaned, watching her eyes water. “Drool all over my cóck like the little slut you are.”

She whimpered around him spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, throat clenching each time he hit the back of it. He pulled back only to slap his cóck across her face smearing pre-cum across her cheek before forcing himself back into her mouth.

Her pussy throbbed, soaking through her panties as she gagged and moaned around him.

After a few brutal thrusts he yanked her head back, strings of spit still connecting her lips to his cóck. “Take off the dress. Everything.”

She stood on shaky legs and stripped dropping the silk to the floor stepping out of her panties and heels.

“Good girl ” he murmured, circling her like a preditor eyes dragging over every inch of her body. He slapped her ašs hard, the sound echoing in the quiet suite. “Now get on the bed face down. Let’s see how tight that pússy is.”

She crawled onto the bed, her body trembling as she stretched out face down. The sheets were cool under her skin but her whole body burned with need.

He climbed on after her yanked her hips up and spread her legs wide. His cóck slapped against her soaked slit, heavy and hard.

“Listen to that,” he growled dragging himself up and down her folds. “You’re dripping for me. Wet like a whore who couldn’t wait to be fucked.”

She whimpered pushing back against him, desperate to be filled.

“Beg for it” he ordered, one hand gripping her hair, forcing her face into the mattress.

“Please,” she gasped, muffled by the sheets. “Please fúck me.”

That was all he needed. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust burying himself balls-deep in her pússy. She screamed nails clawing at the bed as her body clenched tight around him.

“Fúck, you’re gripping me so hard,” he snarled pounding into her, hips snapping forward with ruthless force. “This cúnt was made for cóck.”

The bed shook under the force of his thrusts, his balls slapping against her with every stroke. He spanked her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red mark that made her cry out.

“Say it,” he demanded, pulling her hair back so her face turned toward him. “Say you’re a slut.”

“I’m a slut!” she sobbed,her voice breaking.

“Damn right you are.” He fucked her harder, the sound of wet flesh filling the room. His hand slid down to her clít, rubbing it in rough, fast circles. “Come on this cóck. Come while I’m wrecking your pušsy.”

Her body convulsed the orgasm ripping through her with savage force. She screamed into the sheets, juices gushing down her thighs as her cúnt squeezed tight around him but he wasn’t done.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving her trembling and gasping. Then his slick cóck pressed against her other hole.

Her eyes flew wide. “Wait..”

“Shut up,” he growled, spitting on her ašs and shoving the head inside. The stretch made her cry out, her body shaking as he forced himself deeper.

“Fúck,” he groaned, sinking into her tight ass inch by inch. “So fúcking tight. You’re mine everywhere.”

She whimpered, nails tearing at the sheets, body caught between pain and pleasure.

He started to move, slow at first, then faster, his cóck slamming into her ašs while his fingers pinched her clit.

“You feel that?” he snarled, sweat dripping down his chest. “Your ass swallowing me whole while your pússy gushes all over the bed?”

Her scream broke into sobs, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her, her ass clenching hard around his cóck.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, thrusting harder, faster, until he lost control. With a hoarse growl he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot streams spilling deep inside her ašs. He held her down, grinding into her as his cúm leaked out around his cock.

When he finally pulled out, he smirked at the sight of her ruined holes, dripping and twitching. He slapped her ašs one more time, leaving it raw and red.

“You’ll remember this every time you sit down,” he said darkly, dragging his cóck along her slit before stepping back.

Isabelle collapsed face-first into the sheets, shaking, covered in sweat and cum. She felt Used.

And she fucking loved it.

She must have passed out at some point, her body tired out and aching from everything he had done to her. The sheets were wet with sweat, her thighs sticky with cúm, her ass still sore from being stretched. Sleep dragged her down heavy and deep.

But then she felt a hand sliding between her legs. Fingers pushing into her soaked pússy without warning. Isabelle gasped awake but before she could speak, his voice was in her ear.

“Shh. Don’t move. I want to take you on a second round”

Her eyes fluttered open to find him behind her pressing her down into the mattress with his weight. His cóck was already hard again, rubbing against her ašs.

“You thought I was finished with you?” he murmured, his hand clamping over her mouth.

“You don’t get to sleep until I decide.”

She moaned into his palm as he forced her thighs open wider sliding his cóck back inside her raw pussy. The stretch burned still sore from before but he didn’t care. He fucked into her slow and deep at first, his hand muffling her cries.

“That’s it” he whispered, biting her shoulder. “Look at you” he groaned pulling her hair back, his cock buried to the hilt. “Used up and still taking it.”

Her body was too weak to fight. She could only whimper and shudder as he used her thrust after thrust, his cóck hitting deep until her body betrayed her until the wet sounds between them grew louder, until her pússy clenched down around him again.

“Good girl” he growled pulling her hair so her face tilted back. “Even in your sleep, you’re just a good whore aren’t you?”

Her muffled sobs turned into desperate moans, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her soaking his cóck with fresh slick. He slammed harder chasing his own release until with a rough groan he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside her again.

But this time he didn’t pull out. He stayed deep grinding against her, his hand sliding up to cup her bréast. He squeezed hard, rolling her nípple between his fingers until she gasped against his palm.

“You feel that?” he whispered, pinching her nípple until she cried out. “My cóck still inside you, my cum leaking out, your títs in my hand… this is what you were made for.”

She whimpered, her body trembling, too tired to resist, too weak to do anything but take it. He toyed with her breasts, tugging and twisting, his cóck twitching inside her every time she moaned.

Finally, he relaxed against her back, still buried deep, one hand gripping her breast possessively while the other wrapped around her waist.

“Now you can sleep,” he muttered, kissing her shoulder roughly.

“I want you to always remember this nihht”

With that she fell asleep and did not wake till the next morning.

When Isabelle woke again, sunlight poured through the curtains. The weight was gone. The sheets beside her were cold.

She blinked, disoriented, her body aching, her pussy still sore and wet with the mix of both their cum. Her breast throbbed from the way he had pinched it, her skin marked everywhere he had touched.

The only thing left on the nightstand was a glass of water and a folded napkin. She grabbed it, breath catching  but it was blank. No number, no name.

He was gone.

And still every part of her bodyached for him. she would never forget him.