The drive to the hotel felt like the longest hour of my life. My thighs kept pressing together involuntarily, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them. For nearly a year, Jake had been the man turning my nights into filthy fantasies. Late phone calls where his sexy voice would describe sliding his thick cock into me slowly, teasingly. Video chats where I'd watch him stroke himself while I fingered my dripping pussy on camera, both of us moaning each other's names. Text messages so dirty I'd have to sneak away to the bathroom at work just to touch myself and calls that made me park the car in the nearest parking lot to touch. Now it was real. He was only an hour away, and my body was well aware and very ready.

I parked and checked myself in the rearview mirror. I wore a black dress, something simple that could be worm for any occasion. My nipples were already stiff against the thin fabric. His favorite black, lace thong beneath, of course. I wanted to give him that surprise. I wanted him to know from the second he saw me that I was all his for the next 10 hours of time we had together.

The lobby was your normal hotel experience. A nice hello, a bar, people working. I took it all in all while my heart was racing, searching for him. God. The moment our eyes met, I felt tingles throughout my body so strong I thought I could faint. I had never felt such strong desire and pure need. Jake stood there in dark jeans and a button-down that stretched across his chest. His gaze was so sexy; slow, hungry, staring at my tits and the baseline of my dress. I watched his cock twitch and thicken visibly in his jeans, the thick bulge growing right there in public. If I could only tell you what that bulge does to me. Every. Single. Time. My pussy clenched hard, a fresh rush tingles rushing through my body. My thong, likely soaked.

"Fuck, Liza," he breathed, voice already rough with need. He closed the gap between us in two strides and crushed me against him so close I could feel that sexy bulge HARD against me. His mouth claimed mine in a passionate kiss, tongue thrusting deep, tasting me like he'd been dying for it. One of his big hands gripped my ass possessively, pulling me tighter against his rock-hard bulge. I could feel it throbbing against my stomach, hot, hard, and craving, just as my pussy was throbbing for him. I whimpered into his mouth, grinding shamelessly, my clit aching for friction.

We barely made it to the elevator. The doors slid shut and we were on each other like animals. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as my dress rode up. His fingers found my bare, soaking pussy immediately. "Jesus Christ, you're drenched," he said, shocked, sliding two thick fingers deep inside me with one push. The wet squelch was one I had never heard from myself before. I gasped, riding his hand desperately, my juices coating his fingers and dripping down his wrist as he curled them against that perfect spot inside me.

I attacked his neck with my mouth... kissing, sucking, biting, while my hands yanked at his shirt. The elevator dinged too soon. We stumbled down the hall half-undressed, my bra already unhooked and dangling, his belt loose. I remember my mind begging him to open the damn door already. I had never been so fucking needy. The second the hotel room door slammed shut, I shoved him hard against the wall. Unapologetically, without realization, no second thought, no real thought at all; just pure craving.

My mouth was on his neck again, sucking hard enough to leave marks while I palmed his massive bulge. He groaned, deep and guttural. Then he flipped us with raw power... my God the way he took control nearly made me want to cum. My back slammed against the opposite wall, knocking the air out of me in the hottest way. His hands shoved my dress up to my waist and yanked the top down, freeing my tits. My nipples were diamond-hard... almost painful, they were aching so bad for his touch. He latched onto one with his mouth, sucking so intensely I cried out, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip while his hand kneaded the other breast roughly.

"Fuck, these tits... I've jerked off thinking about them for months," he muttered against my skin. His free hand dove between my legs again, two fingers this time, stretching my tight pussy wide open. He pumped them fast and deep, his palm slapping my swollen clit with every thrust. I was so wet; the sounds were loud and filthy... wet, rhythmic squelching that I never experienced before. My juices ran down his forearm. I was shaking, on the edge already, grinding against his hand like a desperate whore.

I reached down and freed his cock. God, it was even bigger than it looked on video... thick, veiny, the head so perfect and distinct, swollen and leaking precum. I stroked him firmly, twisting my hand over the head, spreading his slickness. He throbbed in my grip, growing even harder.

He spun me around suddenly, bending me over the small desk. My tits pressed flat against the cool surface, nipples scraping with delicious friction. I felt the blunt head of his cock sliding through my soaked folds, teasing my entrance, bumping my clit until I was begging.

"Please, Jake... fuck me. I need it. I need it so fucking bad. I can't wait any longer."

He thrusted in one powerful stroke that buried him balls-deep. The stretch was intense, burning so perfectly as my pussy gripped every thick inch. He didn't pause. He started pounding me with raw, animalistic force, hips slamming against my ass, his heavy balls smacking my clit. He grabbed my ass, squeezing a handful, slapping it once making me clench around him and squirt from suprise. The desk banged loudly against the wall. My pussy made constant wet, sloppy sounds around his cock, creamy arousal coating his shaft and dripping down my thighs in messy streams.

"You feel even better than I imagined," he grunted, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. "So fucking tight and wet for me."

I came hard the first time, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed violently around him, gushing slick juices that soaked his balls and the floor. My legs nearly gave out, but he held me up, fucking me straight through it, drawing out every pulse.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face in my dripping cunt. His tongue plunged deep, lapping up my cum and his precum; then he sucked my swollen clit between his lips with fierce suction, biting the hood of my pussy just as he knew I loved from our conversations. Two fingers replaced his cock, curling relentlessly against my G-spot while he devoured me. I reached back, grabbing his hair, grinding my soaked pussy all over his face, smearing my wetness across his mouth, nose, and chin. He groaned into me like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

I came again, harder, my thighs clamping around his head as I squirted onto his tongue. He drank it greedily, licking me clean but leaving me trembling and hypersensitive.

Jake stood and lifted me onto the desk facing him. My legs spread obscenely wide. He stepped between them, lined up his glistening cock, and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust. We were eye to eye now. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him desperately as he fucked me with deep, grinding strokes. My tits bounced against his chest. The wet slap of our bodies was constant, my cream frothing around the base of his shaft.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he demanded. I did, staring into his eyes as another orgasm built. He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles. I shattered again, my pussy milking him rhythmically, fresh wetness flooding out around his cock in ways I didn't know my body was capable.

We moved to the bed in a frantic tangle. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking control. His cock stood straight up, slick and veiny and all mine! I lowered myself slowly, savoring every inch as he stretched me open again. Once he was fully buried, I started riding him hard... rolling my hips, bouncing, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every downward thrust. My tits bounced wildly. He grabbed them, squeezing, pinching my nipples, then sat up to suck them hungrily while I fucked him.

The angle was perfect. I could feel him hitting so deep. My pussy was making the wettest sounds, creamy juices coating his balls and leaking everywhere. Sweat coating our bodies, making us slide together deliciously. I rode him faster, chasing another peak, my moans turning into desperate cries.

He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him in missionary. My legs went over his shoulders, folding me in half. He drove into me with punishing force, his cock slamming against my cervix with every thrust. The intensity was overwhelming, deep, relentless, possessive. His balls slapped my ass. My pussy was a drenched mess, white cream from my earlier orgasms coating us both.

"I'm gonna fill this pussy," he growled, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my tits.

"Yes... cum inside me. I want to feel it. Fill this fucking pussy!" I begged, my nails raking down his back.

He roared as he came, his cock swelling and pulsing deep inside me. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, spurt after spurt. The feeling pushed me over the edge one more time, my walls clamping down, milking every drop as I shook beneath him and squirting nearly every drop back around him.

We stayed locked together, panting, kissing lazily. His cock was still inside me, softening but still thick. I could feel our mixed cum still leaking out around him. After a few minutes, I felt him twitch and harden again. I smiled wickedly and squeezed my pussy around him.

We went slower this round, savoring it. He pulled out and fed me his cock, still covered in our combined juices. I sucked him eagerly, taking him deep into my throat, gagging wetly as spit ran down my chin onto my tits. I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks, licking every inch while he groaned and fucked my face gently.

Then he laid me back and ate my pussy again... long, slow licks mixed with intense suction on my clit. He pushed his tongue inside me, tasting his own cum mixed with mine. It was so dirty and hot I came on his face again, grinding against his mouth until I saw stars.

He climbed back on top and slid into my cum-drenched pussy with ease. This time it was deep and sensual, his hips rolling in long strokes that hit every sensitive spot. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. We kissed the whole time, tongues tangling, sharing the taste of us. My hands roamed his back, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust.

I lost count of how many times I came... smaller, rolling orgasms that built into bigger ones, definitely more than I'd ever dreamed of having in a single day. My pussy was swollen, sensitive, and incredibly wet. Every thrust made more of our mess leak out, soaking the sheets beneath us.

Hours passed like that. We fucked on the edge of the bed, me bent over with my ass high while he railed me from behind, reaching around to rub my clit until I squirted again. In the shower, hot water cascading over us, he pressed me against the tile and fucked me standing up, my legs around his waist, my tits sliding against his chest. I came so hard my screams echoed off the walls.

By the time the sun started creeping in, the room reeked of raw sex, sweat, and cum. The sheets were destroyed, stained with our wetness. My body was covered in hickeys, bite marks, and fingerprints. My pussy was puffy and leaking his cum steadily. My lips were swollen from kissing and sucking him. Every muscle ached in the most delicious way.

Jake pulled me tight against his chest, one hand possessively cupping my soaked mound, fingers gently playing in the creamy mess between my thighs.

"Next time I'm clearing my whole schedule," he told me, voice hoarse. "You're not leaving this room for days."

I pressed a kiss to his chest, already feeling fresh heat building.

"Good," I whispered. "Because I've waited a year for this, and one night isn't nearly enough. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

We fell asleep like that... tangled, sticky, and completely spent, but I knew the second we woke up, we'd start all over again.