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I leave it at that, not wanting to torture him any more than I already have. I am sure he will get me back for it later.

I burst into the hotel,ready to get my hands on my girl after what she did to me earlier while I was at work. I stop in my tracks though. The lights are dull in the hotel room. There are candles lit and music playing in the background.

“Alana?” I call out.

“Hello, handsome.” I hear her voice, but I can’t see where she is.

I glance around, my eyes finally find her sitting at the bottom of the bed. Slowly she stands, then saunters over to me. And that is when I get a better view of her. Her gorgeous body is covered with a red satin baby doll. It reaches mid-thigh, one side has a split up it, and her breasts look incredible in it. I run my eyes down her, spotting the lace stockings on her legs and a pair of sexy heels. Her hair flows naturally over her shoulders, and her lips are painted red.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my cock stirring to life in my pants.

She smirks as she stops before me and runs her hand down my chest. “Mmm, do you like it, babe?” she purrs, her hand travelling further down, then brushing over my cock.

I growl, my hips jerking, and she presses her lips roughly to mine and begins undoing the buttons on my suit coat, pushing it off my shoulders. She pulls away from my lips.

Alana takes her lower lip, biting it as she loosens my tie, but not taking it off and pops the buttons of my shirt. She scrapes her nails down my chest. I close my eyes, groaning loudly.

“It is time to keep my promise,” she whispers seductively.

I open my eyes to look at her, and she licks her lips before dropping to her knees in front of me. She fights with my belt and pants, letting them drop to my ankles along with my boxers, releasing my cock, which feels so good since it was becoming somewhat restricted in them.

Alana glances up at me, those beautiful brown eyes are enough to make me lose my mind. “Mmm, Ezra, I have been craving the taste of your cock all day.” She strokes my length.

“Then taste away. Suck my cock, angel,” I beg, resting against the door and preparing myself because I know the second her lips are around my cock I will be completely undone.

“Yes, sir,” she rasps, leaning forward she flicks her tongue over the tip of my cock before inching me into her mouth slowly.

An animal-like groan escapes from my lips, and I entangle my fingers in her hair. She finally takes as much as she can into her mouth, working her lips along my length.

“Fuck, angel, you are so fucking good at this.” I pant, my grip on her tightening.

She hums against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me. My head dips back, and I enjoy the sensation of her luscious lips sucking my cock like a damn pro.

Alana picks up her speed but then slows down again. She removes me from her mouth, running her tongue along the base then up my length until she circles the tip, cleaning the pre-cum from the slit. She teases me but doesn’t take me back in.

I gasp in desperate need to feel the warmth of her mouth around me. “Alana, please, take me back in,” I shamefully beg.

I look down at her, and she meets my eyes, giving me a cheeky smile. She is purposely torturing me. I send her a warning glare; in return she snickers, but finally gives me what I need.

“Good girl.” I pant.

She moans when I call her that because I know she likes it. It only takes another minute before my breathing becomes heavier, and my cock starts pulsing.

I use my hold on her hair to help guide her in the way I need because I’m close to exploding. “Alana, fuck, I am close, baby.”

She doesn’t complain, allowing me to, and my stomach tightens as I cry out her name, releasing my seed into her mouth. She takes every last drop, riding me through my high and only pulls back when I come to a stop.

Alana whimpers, licking her lips. “Mmm, I always enjoy your taste, Ezra.”

I help her up, no matter how much I love seeing her on her knees for me. I dance my eyes over her again. “Damn, you look sexy. What is all of this for?”

Alana comes closer to me. “Do I need a reason? Can’t I dress up for my man and give him a show because I want to?”

I run my fingers down the valley of her breasts and over the material of her baby doll. “You can dress up for me anytime you want, sweetness.”

Alana shudders under my fingers, swallowing hard. I love the way her body responds to me.

“I know you have had a rough couple of days, and I wanted to make you feel better. So, tonight is all about you. You get to choose what we do, and I mean anything you want. I thought tonight we could be a little risqué.” Alana presses her body to mine, her eyes lustful and her smile seductive.

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