**Part 3: The Hotel Room**
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The door has barely closed before Markus has pushed me onto my back on the kingsized bed, crawling on top of me. He dwarfs my petite frame and only spends a few moments placing hot kisses on my mouth before pulling his t-shirt off and slinging it aside.
While he’s doing so, I prop myself up on my knees and watch him, biting the end of my thumb. His body isn’t jacked, but it’s toned and lean. I follow the lines of the V above his jeans with my eyes – X marks the spot – and reach out to pop open the button.
“Not so fast,” he smirks, catching my hand in his fist and gently pushing me back onto my back. I feel a swell of disappointment.
“You don’t want to?”
“Sarah,” Markus cocks a playful brow and places the flat of my palm onto his crotch. Through his jeans, he’s rock hard. I gasp, run my hand up and down the length of it, and he breathes shakily, taking my hand away and pinning my wrists either side of my head. “I fucking want to,” he confirms, “but I want to do this more.”
He takes the bottom of my top into his hands and pauses a second, glancing up at me. I nod quickly, wanting his hands on me so desperately I think I might die if I don’t get them soon. He peels the top off over my head and throws it aside to where his own is lying, and his eyes widen as he scans my bare breasts.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles almost to himself, taking me in. Before I can react, he’s pulling my jeans off and I’m left in my panties. They’re grey, so there’s a distinct dark patch revealing just how wet I am for him underneath them.
Markus gets off the bed and breathes “holy shit” once more, staring at me from head to toe. I start to giggle but suppress it by biting down on my thumb again, pleased by his reaction.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about seeing you like this,” he tells me, getting back down on the bed. He positions himself between my legs and begins kissing my thighs, his fingers hooking around the string of my panties either side of my hips.
I moan, his stubble grazing my soft skin, and I lift my hips for him to take my panties off. He slides them off quickly and my legs instinctively fall open to him. Markus hums, bites his lip.
“So perfect,” he says to himself. His finger travels along my thigh, inspecting the moisture that’s been dripping down there while I’ve been waiting for his hands on me. I shiver at the sensation, my breath speeding up.
“Touch me,” I whisper, “Markus, please,” and if I sound desparate it’s because I am. Markus doesn’t hesitate, grabbing my ass and pulling my hips up slightly off the bed to meet his mouth. He instantly starts licking around my clit, slowly at first, drawing soft moans out of me with the increasing pressure and speed. I’m already shaking and gripping the sheets when he pushes a finger into my pussy: one, then two. I’m moaning again as he’s sliding his fingers in and out, in and out, his tongue stroking circles around and across, up and down, and I feel like I’m going to fall apart at any minute.
“Markus,” I moan, gripping his shoulders. Markus carries on licking and pulsing his fingers into me, but looks up at me, his eyes glazed with arousal. “Markus, stop. I’m going to…”
Markus speeds up his motions. “I can’t. I can’t,” I mumble nonsense, breathing hard, taking fistfuls of his hair into my hands and then clawing at his shoulders. “Please Markus,” I plead, not sure what for, eyes rolling back into my head as another wave of pleasure hits me and suddenly I’m squirming and yelling his name as my orgasm hits me. He holds my hips stable in his hands, grinding his mouth against my pussy and slowing until my shouts are practically soft purrs.
He crawls over so that our faces are level and kisses me deeply, his chest heaving with each breath. I had been so busy cumming I hadn’t noticed him kick his jeans off so that he’s only in his boxers now.
“Please let me have your cock now,” I whisper, drunk on him, splaying my hands all over his hard biceps and chest.
“I think you’ve earned it,” Markus smiles, standing up beside the bed. I pull his boxers down quickly and his thick cock springs out from behind the material. I moan at the sight of it and immediately take it into my hand. Markus’s mouth falls open and his eyes flutter shut.
“Shit…” he breathes. I feel his cock twitch in my fist as I work at it, and I’m just about to take it into my mouth when he pushes me onto my back. “I can’t wait anymore. I’ve got to fuck you,” he tells me, and I nod vigorously, opening my legs for him.
“God, do it. I need to feel you,” I breathe as he lines his cock up with my pussy. I’m even wetter now that he’s made me cum, and he slides himself inside of me with a hard thrust. My head falls back and we let out a mutual sigh.
“Fucking Christ,” he mutters, not taking any time to ease me in. He’s pounding me straight away, pawing at my tits, twisting my nipples, using both hands on my hips to pull me in harder. “Fucking Christ, Sarah, you feel incredible.”
It’s all I can do not to scream. He fills me up perfectly, his cock hitting all the right spots and his groin grinding against my clit as he moves. I’m whimpering his name over and over, the sound of his groans making me so turned on I’m not sure I’ll be able to last much longer again. Markus’s breath hitches and he lets out a loud groan, his thrusts coming deeper and faster. He kisses my neck hungrily, stopping to whisper into my ear,
“I’ve made myself cum thinking about you so many times,” he admits, and I tell him,
“Me too.”
I’m rewarded with another groan and some harder thrusts. I can’t stop moaning with each sharp jolt of his cock inside of me.
“You’re a good little slut aren’t you, Sarah?”
I nod eagerly, gripping his hips. “Yes, Markus. Yes. God, yes.”
“You want me to cum inside of you, don’t you, like the good girl you are?”
“Yes,” I moan, “Please. Give me your cum. I want it. I want it, I–”
Markus lets out a groan of pleasure and I feel his hot cum pulsing into my pussy, filling me up. The sensation sends me over the edge.
“Fucking cum for me,” Markus moans, and my second orgasm crashes down on me, my legs curling around his waist.
“Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking stop,” I beg as we drive our pleasure into each other’s bodies for what feels like minutes until we slow to a finish.
Markus lands heavily next to me on the bed. There are a few moments of a silence before he breaks it.
“Well,” he says, looking at me with a grin. “I’m just gonna need to try that out with you for the rest of the night if you don’t mind.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y1jqff/i_f24_fucked_my_gorgeous_colleague_m27_in_a_hotel
Fuck, I wasn’t ready. I’m aching after reading this.