The cheap hotel room buzzed with a nervous energy that mirrored Vicky’s own. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence as she waited for the knock. Guilt gnawed at her, a bitter taste at the back of her throat. But beneath the guilt, a thrilling anticipation pulsed. She adjusted her short, tight dress, the fabric clinging to her natural body.
A light rap on the door made her jump. She took a deep breath, attempting to steady her shaking hands. This was it. This was the point of no return.
She opened the door to a stranger, his eyes immediately locking onto hers. A flicker of recognition, then pure, unadulterated lust. He stepped inside, filling the small space with his presence. The air crackled with unspoken desires.
“Ready?” he murmured, his voice husky.
Vicky swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “I… I think so.” The words were barely a whisper.
He closed the distance between them, his hands sliding around her waist. She shivered as his fingers traced the curve of her hip. He bent his head and kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that ignited a fire within her. Her inhibitions began to melt away, replaced by a desperate need.
He pushed her gently towards the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She sat down, her legs suddenly weak. He knelt before her, his gaze intent. He reached for her zipper and slowly pulled it down, revealing her eager flesh.
Vicky gasped as his lips closed around her, his tongue teasing and tormenting. She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear. She whimpered, a small, involuntary sound that only fueled his desire.
He sucked and licked with an intensity that left her breathless. Her orgasm built slowly, then exploded through her in a series of shuddering waves. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
Afterward, he moved her to the edge of the bed and positioned her on her hands and knees for a doggystyle pounding. She loved it rough, and he knew it. The air was thick with sweat and the sound of their ragged breathing.
As he came inside of her, the thrill of the cheating and raw sexual release consumed her. She didn't know when her husband would be back, but at that moment, nothing else mattered.
Vicky Love had crossed a line, and she knew she could never go back.
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Vicky Love