The Hotel Hookup - Sex Stories

The Hotel Hookup

... brain like a truck.

I saw only colors of red and black. I wanted this so goddam bad. I would happily die here, this prick inside me. Nothing outside of the room existed. The other side of the bed didn't exist. My hands couldn't feel. My feet couldn't walk. All that mattered was where his body and mine made contact, centered on his beautiful prick sliding back and forth inside me.

So when he stopped again it was like a tragedy. He pulled away, straddling me and shuffling back. My back was cooling, sweat to the room's recirculated air.

My hips pushed my ass up. It wanted him back, desperately. He lay down next to me and glanced over, "Get on top. Ride me."

Turning, I swung a leg over him, lined up and shoved him inside me in a single movement. I brought myself down to his base, grinding down to get every fraction of an inch of him into me.

For a moment I sat there, relishing the sensation, owning it. "This is how I cum best. Someone sitting on me, grinding. I'm close." His voice rumbled through him, running through to his prick and my ass.

I did as he asked, rolling my hips back and forth, sliding him forward against my prostate almost painfully. My sack slid across the sweat of his belly, tantalizing me. It was bringing me closer.

"You like this. You want my cum inside you. You want it bad, don't you." He said, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me at a faster pace.

My orgasm could come any second. "Yes" I repeated. How long ago had I said it ...

... before? How many times had I said it?

His hands pulled me faster and faster, "I'm so close now. I can feel it. Right there. Do you want it?" He asked, his breath coming hard.

"Yes" I said between clenched teeth, spittle flying as I pushed the word away. I didn't want to talk, I wanted to feel his shaft in my hole. I wanted to feel him buried inside me. I wanted to forget how to talk.

"I'm...I'm right there. God, I'm gonna...gonna cum. You want it? You want my load?" He grunted between breaths.

"GODDAMIT! YES!" I screamed out loud as my prick started shooting strings of semen. Over his shoulder, into the swirling hair of his chest.

He grunted one more time and quit moving me. He began a fluttering, fast, crazy swelling against my ring. He rolled his hips up and tried to get more inside me. I pressed down, still drooling cum from my own slit.

His breath and cumshot were chaotic. In my mind he was filling every part of my insides, coating them with the thick fluid. I could see it surround him as the involuntary muscles forced the cum out of him, giving it to me.

Without notice, he pressed upwards on his arms and ass, then slumped back. His ass quit pushing. The tension left him like I'd pulled all of his energy from him and placed it into me along with his seed.

We sat there for a few long moments, breathing. The cool air of the room stabilizing.

Gradually he didn't press as hard against my ring. Gradually my vision came back from where it had been. The ...