It was nearly two weeks before he was able to contrive another reason to be away from work for the afternoon. He supposed there was something to that old adage, something about anticipation or whatnot. All he knew was that he'd been walking around home and work with a near constant boner.
All because of Kate.
His delicious, plump, so very eager-to-please, Kate.
Being at home with her and his wife had been torture. Kate's mother wasn't much for bedroom sports, and with all of them in the house at the same time, it had left no time for anything more than looks. In all honesty, he'd only married the woman because of the luscious piece he'd met after their first few dates. Did that make him a bad person? Probably. As he walked into the same hotel suite as the last time, he asked himself if he cared. His gaze strayed to that velvet bench at the foot of the bed and he knew he didn't give a fuck.
Glancing at his watch, he kicked his shoes off and headed for the mini bar. Two little bottles of whiskey into the glass and he shrugged his suit jacket off before he walked to the sofa on one side of the big room. He was just loosening his tie and taking his first sip of the drink when the door whirred as Kate unlocked it and stepped inside.
He kept himself from grinning at the way her face appeared, flushed and excited, her eyes already black with lust.
She locked the door without him asking her to and started to shuck her bag and jacket. He watched her, sipping his drink and cleared his throat when she went to yank her sweater off.
As much as he ached to see her gorgeous tits bounce free, he needed to remind her who was in charge.
"Did I say to start disrobing?"
She froze, the hem of her sweater an inch above her waistline. Her wide eyes, still so full of some inexplicable innocence, lifted to his face and she shook her head slowly. "N-no."
"Then drop your hands to your sides."
He took another sip of his whiskey as she complied. "Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
She lifted her skirt, her cheeks burning and her eyes begging him for more. More of what, he didn't know, but he didn't care what she wanted. He'd take what he could from her and she'd probably beg for it anyway.
His beautiful, perfect, willing Kate.
Her sensible white panties were lined with innocent pink thread and there was a growing damp spot right at the front.
"Show me that bald pussy, Kate."
She whimpered and he hadn't even touched her yet. His dick throbbed in his pants and he held himself still as she started to slide her panties down her legs.
"Stop. Come here and show me."
She stumbled forward until she was standing, shaking, in front of him on the sofa. There, she lifted her hands to her hips, her thumbs hooking in the sides of her white panties and pulled them down. She bent as she did so, until the fabric was at her knees, then she shifted her legs, and the panties fell to the floor.
"Hold your skirt up."
She did, biting down on her lip as she bared her pussy. That pussy that had been completely innocent and virginal until he'd fucked it. Twice.
"Are you wet?"
"Yes."
He could tell. She was all but vibrating with need. So he settled back on the sofa and sipped his whiskey, one arm draped over the cushions beside him. He lifted his eyes to her face, her wide dark eyes staring back at him, her cheeks flushed a becoming pink color, and her mouth hanging open a bit, just enough to pant.
"Look at you." He held his glass on his thigh and looked her over. Her chest heaved with her panting breaths, her hands shook where she still clutched her skirt, holding it out of his way, and her soft, wet pussy practically called to him.
But he wanted something else this time.
"On your knees."
She dropped down, a flicker of hesitation on her face as she did.
"Open my pants."
She did, her white teeth clenching in her full bottom lip, as if she knew where this was going. Her fingers were unpracticed in men's clothing, a fact that filled his chest with primal satisfaction. His was the only body she'd touch. Or see. Or be fucked by. And he was going to claim another opening now.
"Pull my cock out," he ordered as she slid the zipper all the way down.
In fairness, his dick was already bobbing into sight, freed from the constraints of his pants.
"Now open your mouth and suck me."
She looked up at him, worry flickering in her eyes. She licked her lips and circled his rock hard staff with one little hand.
"I-it won't fit."
He reached up with his free hand and wrapped that soft ponytail around his hand. "We'll make it fit, just like last time, when I filled your pussy up."
A sound escaped her and her eyes went unfocused with greedy lust. He knew she hadn't had a good time of it last time. Ripping her cherry apart like the ripest fruit couldn't have been exactly pleasant, and she'd begged him more than once to stop after he'd started. As if he could have. And yet, here she was, all but desperate to fulfill his every command again. Even knowing that it wouldn't be any more pleasant than last time.
"Kate, Kate. My sweet little whore, Kate." He tipped the whiskey glass to her lips and forced her to drink what remained in it. "Open your fucking mouth and fill it with my cock."
She whimpered and levered herself over his lap, her wet lips parting and her warm breath brushing the taut skin of his cockhead before she slid him inside.
"Oh, Jesus, fucking hell, Kate!" He shouted as she sucked the head into her hot mouth.
She paused in her movements and looked up at him, that shy, uncertain look nearly causing him to shoot everything into her mouth in that second. He grasped her hair tighter and growled at her.
"Suck. It. All."
And he shoved her down.
She gagged, he felt it. It made him groan again. He dropped the empty glass to the carpeted floor and buried both his hands in her soft hair. Then he looked down, watching as she tried to lift her head. He laughed, a harsh, raspy sound in the empty room, and shoved her back down.
"I didn't fucking say you could stop, Kate." He watched as tears spilled over her now red cheeks. Her nostrils flared as he forced his dick all the way into her mouth again. He thrust up with his hips, wanting to get more of him inside her. He wouldn't be satisfied until he stuffed her throat full. His sweet little schoolgirl was going to learn to deepthroat today and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.
"That's it. Relax your tongue, Kate. Let my dick rub against it. Stop fighting it, Kate. Just breathe through your nose and keep working your throat."
She made noises as he issued more instructions. She followed them gamely, as best as she could. He let his head loll back on the sofa as they each reached a rhythm. He worked her head up and down his shaft, more and more of her saliva coating him. Maybe some of her tears too. Her hands pushed into the cushions on either side of his thighs.
