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The honeymoon suite is also the penthouse. When the elevator doors ding open, I can hardly believe what’s in front of my eyes.
One-way glass runs from the ceiling to the floor all the way around the room. The bed is massive and covered in rose petals. There’s a glass of Champaign in a bucket on a table.
Trent hugs me from behind. His erection pressing into my back as he takes my face in his hand and kisses me passionately.
He picks me up over his shoulder and carries me to the bed. I still feel sweaty and smelly from my day at work. But, he doesn’t seem to mind.
He pulls my pants off and buries his face between my legs.
When his tongue touches my sex I can’t help but groan. His thick fingers plunge into my core. Sawing deep inside me while he sucks on my clit.
After he’s made me cum, he climbs on top of me. I kiss him and then slowly undress him.
His manhood is more than impressive. I take it in my hands and guide it between my legs.
At first, he has to go slow. Letting me get used to his size. But pretty soon he’s all the way in. My nails dig deep into his flesh as his cock stiffens and we cum together.
Sweating and panting, we lie beside each other on the bed. The cool breeze from the air-con feels like heaven on my skin.
He pulls me to him and kisses me. My hand takes ahold of his firm, rigid ass. “So,” he growls, “how do you like being Mrs. Parker.”
“I love it,” I say.
“Good.” His hand strokes the outline of my hip until his fingers are running through my wet folds again. “Because this is only the beginning.”
