Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
going up on his feet. Moving fast, I lace my legs on his lower back, my arms going over his shoulders. He takes one step forward and pins me against the wall, immediately starting to trust as fast as he can. His cock pierces me so violently that our bodies are rocking back and forth against the wall, my back hitting it and making a loud hollow sound with each of his thrusts. The paintings on the wall start to waggle, threatening to crash on the floor, but we’re way past caring, in fact, we go even harder. One of the paintings crashes onto the floor, the glass shattering with a sudden loud sound; a few heartbeats after that, the second painting comes down, the
glass miraculously surviving this time.
With a lustful growl Arsen starts kissing my neck and, pulling away
from the wall and still holding me, takes two steps toward the small table on
the corner of the room. With just one hand on my ass he uses the other one
to throw everything on top of the table to the floor. A lamp, the phone, a
bunch of newspapers, you name it—it all comes crashing down in an
instant. The tabletop clear, he sits me on the edge, his rhythm building up
again.
We kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as we let desire
consume us. We’re tearing the whole place apart and I’m screaming my
head off. I start wondering if everyone on this floor can hear the ruckus
we’re causing and, as a response, the phone Arsen just threw on the floor
starts to ring. He simply ignores it, working his cock into me with the fury
of an insatiable man. The annoying sound of the phone fills the whole room
for what seems like an eternity, and I pull back from Arsen’s kiss, looking
him in the eyes and then nodding at the phone.
Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out of me and bends over, picking the
phone from the floor. He presses the green button and takes it to his ear, his
eyes still locked on mine.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Hawke,” starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of
hesitation in it. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, everything’s perfect. Thank you. But I’m busy right now so --” “Well, sir, that’s exactly why I’m calling your room. I’m sorry for
disturbing you but I guess that, uh, you being busy is somewhat noticeable.
We have been getting some calls from our other clients and they’re… Well,
they’re complaining about the noise, sir.”
“Noise? What noise?” Arsen asks, smirking at me.
“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing, sir,” the man obviously lies, trying his best
to be professional while making sure his rich troublemaker client doesn’t
get offended. “Just… Uh, make sure you don’t make too much noise.” “Sure, thank you,” Arsen responds, ready to throw the phone on the
ground again.
“Uh. And have fun, sir,” the man finally adds, this time his voice with
an edge of genuinity to it, if not a bit of jealousy as well.
A RSEN ENDS the call and winks at me devilishly.
“He’s right, you know? We’re going to have fun.” No more words from
him, he pushes his cock inside my pussy again, thrusting furiously as if we
had never stopped. He pounds me mercilessly, my hands running up and
down his back until I finally place them over his firm buttocks, urging him
to keep up the rhythm. And that’s exactly what he does; he keeps the pace
until my moans turn into an all-out scream, all the “keep quiet”
admonishments from the hotel manager long forgotten. Who cares about a
little noise when I’m having the time of my life right now?
I scream so hard my throat burns, my mind exploding as I come. My
hands run erratically all over his body as a violent shiver goes up my spine,
the pleasure of climax infecting even my soul.
“More,” I pant, my body still reeling from the orgasm. Arsen pulls his
cock out of me, and moving as fast as my buckling knees allow me to, I
climb down from the table and move up to the wall, turning my back to
Arsen and placing both my hands at shoulder-height. I jut my ass back and
not a second after he smacks my buttocks hard with the back of his hand.
He does it again and again, my ass cheeks burning. Well, this is going to
leave a mark.
Arsen grabs me by the waist and, with one simple thrust, he starts
fucking me again, pistoning into me as if we only had minutes to live. I
move my hips back against him, trying to match his rhythm; even though
it’s impossible to do so, this time I don’t quit. I do my best to keep moving,
my ass slapping against his thighs as the sound of flesh on flesh blends with
my moans.
“Don’t stop…” I mutter. I can’t even hear myself say it, the sound of
our bodies collapsing against one another drowning out the sound of my