The rain drummed against the car window as Paco pulled into the parking garage, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the steering wheel. I sat beside him, my thighs pressed together, my body still thrumming from the way his eyes had lingered on me all evening. Dinner had been torture—his knee brushing mine under the table, his voice dropping to a low murmur whenever he leaned in to whisper something that made my skin prickle.
"Come on," he said, his hand warm on the small of my back as he guided me through the dimly lit garage. The elevator ride up to his hotel was charged, my breath catching as his fingers traced idle circles on my hip. By the time the doors slid shut behind us, I was already wet, aching for him.
The room was spacious, the kind of place executives reserved when they wanted privacy. Paco wasted no time, his hands rough as he peeled my blouse off, his mouth hot against my collarbone. I gasped when he unhooked my bra, his fingers pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me whimper. "You’re so fucking responsive," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "I love how easy it is to make you fall apart."
I didn’t have time to respond before he shoved me onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His mouth was everywhere—my neck, my tits, my stomach—his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his way lower, his breath ghosting over my pussy before he finally, mercifully, licked me from slit to clit.
"Fuck, Paco—" I moaned, my hips bucking against his face. He groaned, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. "You taste like sin," he muttered before diving back in, his tongue fucking me in slow, deliberate strokes. I came with a cry, my thighs trembling around his head as he lapped up every drop.
He didn’t let me recover. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my stomach, his hands rough as he spread my ass cheeks. The first press of his cock against my tight hole made me gasp, the burn sharp but sweet as he pushed inside. "Relax, baby," he murmured, his voice rough. "Let me in."
I did, my body yielding to him as he sank deeper, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. He started slow, pulling back before pushing in again, each thrust making my vision blur. Then he pulled out completely, his cock glistening with my spit and lube.
"Lick me clean," he ordered, his voice dark.
I didn’t hesitate. I turned my head, my tongue flicking over the thick head before I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shaft. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deep. He tasted like salt and sex, and I loved it.
"Good girl," he rumbled, his hips twitching. I swallowed around him, my throat working as I cleaned every inch of him. When he finally pulled back, his cock was slick and shiny, and he wasted no time lining himself up with my ass again.
This time, he didn’t go slow. He rammed into me in one brutal thrust, making me cry out. "Your cock’s dirty again," I panted, my fingers clawing at the sheets.
Paco just laughed, his hips snapping forward as he fucked me hard. "Aren’t you cleaning me up again?" he taunted, his voice rough with need.
I turned my head, meeting his gaze over my shoulder, my lips curling into a smirk. "Yes, baby," I purred. "I’ll clean you as many times as you want."
His response was a growl, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over me. I came with a scream, my body clamping down around him as he buried himself deep and groaned, his own release flooding me.
Paco collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. "You’re fucking perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing my skin.
I laughed, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "And you’re a dirty old man."
He chuckled, rolling off me before pulling me into his arms. "Guilty as charged."
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.