Steve had always thought Georgina was a stuck-up bitch, but damn, she was a hot stuck-up bitch. He'd fantasize about her constantly, imagining her full lips wrapped around his cock, her toned body pressed against his as he fucked her from behind. The way she carried herself, all poised and superior, made him want to break her down, make her beg for it.
So when he saw her in the hotel bar, dressed in that tight green silk dress that hugged every curve of her body, he nearly choked on his drink. The way it clung to her large breasts, the way it swayed with her hips as she walked, it was almost too much to take. He watched as some man approached her, pulling her into a tight embrace. They kissed, hands roaming, clearly not just friends. Steve's cock twitched in his pants as he pulled out his phone and started recording.
He followed them out of the bar, capturing more footage of them making out by the elevator, their bodies pressed together, tongues dancing. When they got into the elevator, Steve smirked, knowing he had her by the balls now.
A few days later, Steve showed up at Georgina's door, knowing her husband was at work. She answered, looking surprised and slightly annoyed, until she saw the video playing on his phone. Her face paled, and she ushered him inside, looking around nervously.
"Steve, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything. Just don't tell my husband."
Steve leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes raking over her body. "Anything, huh?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "I want you to meet me Friday at the same hotel bar. Wear the same dress. And you'll be a good little slut for me, won't you, Georgina?"
She swallowed hard, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Friday came, and Steve made sure to get to the bar early. He ordered a whiskey, his eyes scanning the room until he spotted Georgina. She looked even more stunning than he remembered, the green dress clinging to her body like a second skin. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked onto his.
"Steve," she greeted, her voice smooth, but there was a nervous edge to it.
"Georgina," he replied, his voice low and husky. "You look fucking amazing."
She sat down, crossing her legs, giving him a glimpse of her toned thighs. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the soft music playing in the background.
Steve leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, we go upstairs. And you're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
She shivered at his words, her eyes darkening with desire.
They took the elevator up to the room Steve had booked, the tension between them palpable. As soon as the door closed behind them, Steve pushed Georgina against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss.
He pulled back, his eyes burning with desire. "Strip," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
Georgina didn't hesitate. She slipped out of her dress, letting it pool at her feet. Steve's breath hitched as he took in her naked body, her large breasts, her toned stomach, her wet pussy glistening in the soft light.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his hands roaming over her body.
She moaned as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. He pushed her down onto the bed, his mouth trailing down her body, kissing, licking, sucking. She gasped as his tongue found her clit, swirling around it before dipping inside her.
"Steve, oh fuck," she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he ate her out, his tongue fucking her hard and fast.
He pulled back, his mouth glistening with her juices. "You like that, slut?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes," she panted, her body trembling with need.
Steve stood up, quickly stripping out of his clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and Georgina licked her lips at the sight of it.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
She obeyed, her eyes locked onto his cock as she took him into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him hard, her hands cupping his balls as she bobbed her head up and down.
"Fuck, that's good," Steve groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he fucked her mouth.
She pulled back, her lips swollen and wet. "I want you inside me," she panted, her voice rough with need.
Steve didn't need to be told twice. He pushed her down onto the bed, his cock pressing against her entrance. He thrust into her hard, her tight pussy clenching around him as he fucked her.
"You feel amazing," he groaned, his hips pistoning in and out of her.
She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with need.
"Come for me, slut," Steve growled, his voice rough with desire.
She cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came hard. Steve groaned, his own orgasm building as he fucked her through her orgasm, his cock swelling as he came deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She wrapped her arms around him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Steve pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He smirked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Not bad, slut," he said.