When I pulled up to the motel, my suspicions were confirmed. This wasn’t our normal type of establishment. This was small, secluded, and the rooms had doors directly to the outside. I looked both directions and saw nothing, not even Brody’s car. Only a few other cars were in the poorly lit parking lot. Honestly, I didn’t give a damn that it wasn’t palatial.
Opening the door to the car, I inhaled the cooler evening air, listened to the hum of traffic from the interstate above, and concentrated on my fantasy. A smile graced my lips as I realized that I wanted to scream out like the prostitutes who frequented this establishment. No longer was I Stewart’s whore. Now I could choose, and tonight I chose to be fucked.
I turned off my phone. No one was interrupting my plans.
Before the light from Val’s headlights dimmed, the door to room number 8 cracked open, and I slipped from the car and walked briskly into the motel. Flickers of light caught my attention as hundreds of candles burned throughout the darkened room. Before I could truly look around, the door closed and the chest I’d fantasized about pinned me against the wall, momentarily pushing the air from my lungs. Brody’s shirt was gone and though I still wore my black dress, my flattened breasts tingled from the warmth of his exposed skin.
I couldn’t resist touching him as I ran my small hands up his firm arms. The tips of my fingers burned from his radiating heat. When I reached his broad shoulders and my eyes met his, the shimmer of candlelight in the aquamarine sent my already primed core into spasms. I gasped at the seizing of my wrists as my hands were suddenly pinned to the wall above me. Brody silently scanned my body.
Aching for his touch, I tried to move toward him.
“Not yet, Vik. I want to look at you, really look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful, and I want to see you as the woman you are now.”
What did he mean? Did he know that I was now a killer?
Releasing my hands, he said, “Give me your left hand.”
Reluctantly, I did, and I watched as he removed my wedding and engagement rings and dropped them to the filthy, worn motel carpet. “There. Ever since that motherfucker died, I’ve wanted to do that. Hell, before. Now, I’m going to fuck you, fuck you like the free woman you are.”
The tips of my lips rose as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and allowed them to fall to the carpet, somewhere near my rings. Protruding from the waistband of his boxers, the head of his erection made itself known. When I started to remove my sleek black pumps, Brody once again seized my wrists and stopped my movement. “No, you’re fucking perfect the way you are, the way you looked earlier tonight.” He leaned closer and inhaled deeply. “I could smell you at the funeral home. You fucking want this: here, now, against this fucking wall. Am I wrong?”
Oh God! “No,” I managed. “I want it. I want it so goddamn bad.”
“Well, Vik, you’re not getting it bad. You’re getting it good. Leave those hot fuck-me heels on.” His sultry gleam fueled the fire that still kindled from my fantasy. “And you have about two seconds to get those damn panties off or they’re mine.”
Instead of obeying, I reached for the wall, splaying my fingers near my hips.
His brow moved up. “I may have to reconsider. I think you do want it bad.”
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and I inhaled.
“Turn around, baby, and hold on.”
When I did as he said, he reached the hem of my dress and pulled it up to my hips. With two hands, he ripped my panties. The shreds fell down one of my legs to my ankle. Suddenly, I yelped as a firm hand struck my exposed ass. Immediately, he began rubbing the cheek, only to repeat the assault on the other side.
“There we go,” Brody cooed. “That’s all the bad for today.”
His touch on my inner thigh encouraged me to spread my legs and lift my ass, opening myself up for him. I closed my eyes as one and then two large fingers slid inside me, pumping in and out.
“So fucking wet.”
His nose nuzzled my neck as his other hand, pinched one nipple and then the other, creating a rhythm that kept beat to his fingers. With warm breath bathing my neck and his erection taunting my swollen lips, he asked, “Are you ready for the good?”
Fucking beyond ready! “Yes, please.”
His fingers disappeared as I heard him reach for a condom.
“I’m on birth control,” I offered, wanting to feel his skin inside of me. “I promise, I’m clean. I go to the doctor every six months.”
“Oh, I thought… fuck!” he growled as his unwrapped cock sunk deep inside me.
The skin-to-skin contact created a delicious friction as the heat of his cock filled me, consuming every nerve within my body. Unknowingly, I cried out as I held to the wall, my elbows stiffening with each thrust. Brody fucked me like he’s never fucked me before, wild and unforgiving, pounding into me, filling not only my core but also my ears with the sound of his balls slapping my ass, and his heavy breathing.
The mountain’s ledge was right there. I saw it approaching at lightning speed as he pounded faster and faster. When he once again reached for my clit and rolled it between two fingers, I no longer heard him: the small motel room filled with the sound of my own screams. “Fucking God! Brody, I’m coming!”
“Do it, Vik. Come for me; let me hear you.”
I closed my eyes and let myself fall, calling out as wave after wave crashed through me. I waited for the hard reality of the ground; however, the ground didn’t come. Instead, the waves continued until my knees and elbows gave out and we both fell to the floor, a tangled mess. The only movement was his pulsating cock, still buried deep inside me.
Opening the door to the car, I inhaled the cooler evening air, listened to the hum of traffic from the interstate above, and concentrated on my fantasy. A smile graced my lips as I realized that I wanted to scream out like the prostitutes who frequented this establishment. No longer was I Stewart’s whore. Now I could choose, and tonight I chose to be fucked.
I turned off my phone. No one was interrupting my plans.
Before the light from Val’s headlights dimmed, the door to room number 8 cracked open, and I slipped from the car and walked briskly into the motel. Flickers of light caught my attention as hundreds of candles burned throughout the darkened room. Before I could truly look around, the door closed and the chest I’d fantasized about pinned me against the wall, momentarily pushing the air from my lungs. Brody’s shirt was gone and though I still wore my black dress, my flattened breasts tingled from the warmth of his exposed skin.
I couldn’t resist touching him as I ran my small hands up his firm arms. The tips of my fingers burned from his radiating heat. When I reached his broad shoulders and my eyes met his, the shimmer of candlelight in the aquamarine sent my already primed core into spasms. I gasped at the seizing of my wrists as my hands were suddenly pinned to the wall above me. Brody silently scanned my body.
Aching for his touch, I tried to move toward him.
“Not yet, Vik. I want to look at you, really look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful, and I want to see you as the woman you are now.”
What did he mean? Did he know that I was now a killer?
Releasing my hands, he said, “Give me your left hand.”
Reluctantly, I did, and I watched as he removed my wedding and engagement rings and dropped them to the filthy, worn motel carpet. “There. Ever since that motherfucker died, I’ve wanted to do that. Hell, before. Now, I’m going to fuck you, fuck you like the free woman you are.”
The tips of my lips rose as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and allowed them to fall to the carpet, somewhere near my rings. Protruding from the waistband of his boxers, the head of his erection made itself known. When I started to remove my sleek black pumps, Brody once again seized my wrists and stopped my movement. “No, you’re fucking perfect the way you are, the way you looked earlier tonight.” He leaned closer and inhaled deeply. “I could smell you at the funeral home. You fucking want this: here, now, against this fucking wall. Am I wrong?”
Oh God! “No,” I managed. “I want it. I want it so goddamn bad.”
“Well, Vik, you’re not getting it bad. You’re getting it good. Leave those hot fuck-me heels on.” His sultry gleam fueled the fire that still kindled from my fantasy. “And you have about two seconds to get those damn panties off or they’re mine.”
Instead of obeying, I reached for the wall, splaying my fingers near my hips.
His brow moved up. “I may have to reconsider. I think you do want it bad.”
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and I inhaled.
“Turn around, baby, and hold on.”
When I did as he said, he reached the hem of my dress and pulled it up to my hips. With two hands, he ripped my panties. The shreds fell down one of my legs to my ankle. Suddenly, I yelped as a firm hand struck my exposed ass. Immediately, he began rubbing the cheek, only to repeat the assault on the other side.
“There we go,” Brody cooed. “That’s all the bad for today.”
His touch on my inner thigh encouraged me to spread my legs and lift my ass, opening myself up for him. I closed my eyes as one and then two large fingers slid inside me, pumping in and out.
“So fucking wet.”
His nose nuzzled my neck as his other hand, pinched one nipple and then the other, creating a rhythm that kept beat to his fingers. With warm breath bathing my neck and his erection taunting my swollen lips, he asked, “Are you ready for the good?”
Fucking beyond ready! “Yes, please.”
His fingers disappeared as I heard him reach for a condom.
“I’m on birth control,” I offered, wanting to feel his skin inside of me. “I promise, I’m clean. I go to the doctor every six months.”
“Oh, I thought… fuck!” he growled as his unwrapped cock sunk deep inside me.
The skin-to-skin contact created a delicious friction as the heat of his cock filled me, consuming every nerve within my body. Unknowingly, I cried out as I held to the wall, my elbows stiffening with each thrust. Brody fucked me like he’s never fucked me before, wild and unforgiving, pounding into me, filling not only my core but also my ears with the sound of his balls slapping my ass, and his heavy breathing.
The mountain’s ledge was right there. I saw it approaching at lightning speed as he pounded faster and faster. When he once again reached for my clit and rolled it between two fingers, I no longer heard him: the small motel room filled with the sound of my own screams. “Fucking God! Brody, I’m coming!”
“Do it, Vik. Come for me; let me hear you.”
I closed my eyes and let myself fall, calling out as wave after wave crashed through me. I waited for the hard reality of the ground; however, the ground didn’t come. Instead, the waves continued until my knees and elbows gave out and we both fell to the floor, a tangled mess. The only movement was his pulsating cock, still buried deep inside me.
