As the hours on the clock rolled down, the event started to clear out. What started as a sea of people quickly dwindled to a few. I saw the exact moment when Zoe left about thirty minutes before. He gave me a knowing glance as he pressed the button to wait for the elevator.
“It was great chatting with you all. I think I’m about to call it a night.” I put on a fake smile. The yawn that escaped my mouth as I did it must have been a paid actor, but it was right on time. I always left events before they ended, but tonight, this conversation and my contemplation of whether I wanted to go to Zoe’s room stopped me from disappearing. A couple of months ago, this would have been a no-brainer. But now, I have to admit that these last few months of being alone have done wonders for my overall mood and mental health.
Throwing caution to the wind as I always did, I went to his contact and unblocked him.
Me: What room did you say again?
Zoe: Floor 15, Room 1562
I didn’t respond, just rounded the corner, and pressed the elevator to go upstairs.
A woman on the elevator smiled at me brightly as soon as the door opened.
“It’s so nice to meet you, and I know I’m in my pajamas, but do you mind if I take a picture with you?” She questioned.
“I don’t,” I smiled as I leaned in toward her and took a photo with her. I held my pose, letting her get the best angle as she snapped a couple of pictures.
“Goodnight,” I said to her as she got off the elevator on her floor.
“Goodnight!” She called over her shoulder and disappeared behind the closed doors as the elevator ascended.
I know this comes with the territory of my position. Especially with all that I had overcome to get here. That’s also the reason why I had to move carefully, because being known is exactly what would ruin me.
I walked down the hallway until I made it to the room that he had given me.
I knocked quickly and lightly and waited for him to open the door.
This time, he was out of business attire, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I groaned as I saw the imprint of his whole dick lying underneath it.
“I’m glad you came to see me, Cherie.”
I nodded and turned to him with a grin. “I’m sure.”
We laughed.
He stopped me just shy of the chair. He knelt down to take my shoes off for me. I leaned against the console in the room and let him. He undid the straps carefully, peppering kisses over my ankles and up my thigh.
Then he stood and reached behind me and unzipped the back of my gown. I stepped out of it, and he sat on the ottoman in front of the bed. He took off his towel; his dick was already erect, and it was big. I shook my head at the sight of it. He stroked it as he sat in front of me.
“Play with your pussy for me, get ready for me, Cherie.” He said as he continued to fist his dick.
I slid back on the console and propped one foot up on it; his eyes stayed between my legs. He groaned once I put my finger into my mouth and then circled my clit with it.
Li tèlman bèl. (It’s so pretty) He complimented.
The Creole was sexy. Talk to me nice, my pussy is bilingual now.
He guided me through pleasing myself.
“It’s wet for me, Cherie. Put your finger in it.” He instructed. The entire time, he stroked his dick.
My fingers were submerged in my slick walls. My pants grew louder and took him over the edge because he came with a loud grunt. He grabbed the towel and cleaned the mess before he got a condom and rolled it down his thick shaft. It was a tight fit, but it went on.
“Move your hand, you ready for me?” He asked me as he picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and positioned himself at my entrance.
He entered me softly but powerfully, and my eyes twitched a little bit when he was completely buried inside of me.
“What the fuck…” He groaned as he bottomed out. “Damn, you gone make me crazy about you.”
