I wait for him in the room, knowing he has a key card of his own.
The lights are off.
The room is cold.
I am naked, on all fours on the queen sized bed, the old comforter was pulled back, lying in a heap on the floor.
I am being a good girl, waiting for him to come and have his way with me.
Then I hear it.
The click of the card, the turning of the door handle and the loud slam of the heavy hotel door.
I have done this with him so many times that I know what I am listening to.
First, he slips off his shoes and tucks them against the wall, neatly.
Then he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free from his pants.
He unzips and steps out of his pants and boxers and then I feel his weight on the bed behind me.
He knows I am ready.
We need no warm up and we need no lube.
I am ready to be taken over by him. To succumb to him fully.
His strong hands grip my bare ass and pull my cheeks apart, exposing my tight asshole.
He rubs his head on my wetness and pushes into my ass with force.
Squealing and writhing with pleasure I lean back into his cock, huge and thick—it fills me up and makes me feel whole.
It makes me feel alive.
His balls slap my ass as he pounds me, unrelenting, until he reaches his happy place.
He fills me up like a twinkie, releasing stream after stream of sweet white cream into my asshole.
When he is done I thank him for the pleasure. He does not speak to me. I lie flat on the bed, on my tummy, feeling his come leak out of my ass and down my thighs.
I have memorized his routine.
He uses the bathroom, washes his hands, puts his boxers and pants back on, buckles his belt then slips on his shoes.
The loud door thuds once more and he is gone.
And I am left with an asshole full of warmth and happiness.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hwfhj2/i_wait_for_him_mfanal