The Dirty Hotel King

by Cassandra Dee

  Rosy took her cheeks and spread them obediently, making room for my thick cock.

  “Yes, Steele,” she begged. “Just like this.”

  I placed a firm hand on her lower back then eased my thick tip in her tight hole.

  She cried out in pleasure as my cock stretched her sore hole.

  “You want more in you?” I asked through clenched teeth.

  Rosy nodded her head up and down quickly, unable to speak. I took both my hands and gripped her hips, pushing my entire cock in her tight ass this time. She screamed out from the sensation of me stretching her anus even more. I could feel the tightness of her taboo hole straining to accommodate all of me. I was nowhere near close to stopping though. My cock felt so warm inside of her hole as it pumped in and out, filling her with hard meat.

  Although I had just come, I could feel another load building up, ready to shoot into her tiny hole.

  “I’m about to come!” I growled. I brought my hips back and forth, ramming my cock even harder and deeper into her than before.

  And it happened then. My load shot into her again as I growled with fury, grasping those curvy hips tight. As usual, our bodies were in sync. As my sperm spurted into her body, Rosy cried out, her chin tilted up in ecstasy. Simultaneously, her ass and pussy began to spasm, her own orgasm overcoming that curvy frame.

  “Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god, yes! Steele, yes!” There was so much cum that it began dripping and sliding down her thighs even as I buried myself in her deeper.

  “Fuck!” I groaned. “Fuck, what you do to me baby.”

  But all’s well that end’s well. After our spasms died, I pulled out slowly before slapping her ass and turning her around quickly. Again, my female’s trained well because Rosy fell to her knees to take my cock in her mouth, hungrily swallowing the cum off my cock.

  “You’re such a good girl,” I complimented Rosy with a pat on her head. After she was done slurping my cock, I picked her up and carried her out of the bathtub, wrapping a warm towel around her.

  “Thank you for fucking me, Mr. Steele,” she murmured. “Thank you for the lovely bath.”

  I kissed her gently as I towel dried her hair.

  “It’s no problem, sweetheart. I’m at your command.”

  But then, the tables turned once more. After I finished drying her, Rosy grabbed a bottle of massage oil and stepped closer to me.

  “How about a nice massage?” she asked mischievously.

  I raised my brow in shock. A massage? I hadn’t had one in years.

  “My shoulders could use one,” I admitted as I stretched my tired muscles. Rosy felt my shoulders, squeezing them with her small hands.

  “Yeah, you sure could,” she cooed. “You’re so sore and tight.”

  I nodded, grabbing a handful of her sweet ass.

  “Kind of like you?”

  Rosy giggled and held the massage oil in her hand.

  “Go lie down, and let me take care of everything.”

  Dropping my towel, I walked naked to the bed and lay on my stomach.

  Rosy followed, climbing on top of me with her pussy grazing my lower back. The warmth of her cunt was almost enough to bring my cock back to life. She squeezed the oil on my back, letting its coolness run down my skin. She slapped her hands on my back, squeezing on my shoulders. As she rubbed the oil in, she made sure to rub with her knuckles and elbows to work out all the tension in my knotted muscles.

  “You’re still tense after our session,” she murmured.

  I snorted.

  “I guess nothing can take that away, even your sweet cunt.”

  Rosy playfully slapped my arm as she rubbed more massage oil on me. Leaning down close to my ear, I could feel her soft, warm breath. Her hair smelled like jasmine and honey, making my mouth water.

  “I think you need something a little softer on this back of yours,” she whispered into my ear. I peeked over my shoulder to see her rubbing massage oil on her tits. She leaned back down and rubbed her oiled tits on my sore back. It felt so good as she brushed her hard nipples across my back.

  “Your tits feel amazing,” I groaned. I wanted to suck on them badly. Rosy giggled before rolling her hips backwards, rubbing her bare pussy on me. My cock started to get hard as her juices slid on my skin.

  “I just want you to feel good, Mr. Steele,” Rosy said coyly, rolling her hips forwards now.

  I groaned underneath her touch. Her pussy was so slick against my skin. I reached back to grab her thighs.

  “I can’t go five minutes without touching you.”

  Bringing her mouth to my neck, she lightly started to suck on my nape. When I felt her teeth a second later, I shuddered with pleasure. Chills shot through me as her soft lips enclosed a particularly sensitive spot. She stopped sucking for a minute to run her breast along the side of my face. I opened my mouth like a hungry bird, hoping her nipple would fall in my mouth.

  But she pulled away, making me frustrated.

  “No, no, Mr. Steele,” Rosy’s soft voice admonished. “This is just a massage.”

  I huffed as I reached back again, only this time I managed to smack her ass.

  “Yeah? Then why are your tits on me?”

  Rosy giggled and kissed the top of my head.

  “You fucked me so good. I need to massage my aching cunt on you as a result.”

  Rosy went back to my neck, switching from licking and sucking, then biting. Her bites started to get harder, which excited me. The pain mixed with ecstasy made me feel so alive.

  “You’re so naughty,” I growled as I fought against my raging hard cock. I wanted to fuck her again – this time, I’d make sure she wouldn’t have the strength left to tease me afterwards.

  “That’s how you taught me,” Rosy replied coyly. I could feel a wet spot on my back from her pussy leaking. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted myself off the bed, causing Rosy to tumble onto the other side. As she landed, her tits bounced perfectly. I got on top of her, grabbed the massage oil, and poured it all over her naked body. I rubbed the oil over her tits, massaging her erect nipples. They were so pebbled and aroused.

  I leaned down to suck them one by one, my mouth savoring the sensation of her gumdrop nipples against my sharp teeth.

  “Oh,” Rosy murmured as I held her down.

  I took my dick and rubbed it over her clit, teasing her.

  “Don’t like to be teased, do you?” I said with a smirk as Rosy writhed underneath me.

  I rubbed her clit with my finger, making small circles. The faster I rubbed my cock against her clit, the harder Rosy gripped the sides of the bed. She whimpered and quivered and shook underneath me.

  She panted as her clit was being abused by my rough fingers. I stopped rubbing her suddenly, then took my cock to her face. I glided my tip across her pink lips, snatching it away as she opened her mouth in an attempt to suck it. Rosy pouted and tried to grab my cock, but I swatted her hand away.

  “No. You thought you were in control with the massage, huh?”

  Rosy’s eyes grew wide as I pinched her nipples. This time, I forced her mouth open, and pushed the tip of my cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and took me even deeper into her throat, but I stopped her once again.

  Easing my cock from her mouth, I slapped her across the face with my erection, delighted by her expression of want and shock.

  “What the…?” she squealed.

  “Oh believe it,” I growled. “And I know it turns you on.” But before she could reply, I stuck my thumb in her mouth. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she began to suckle my thumb, obviously craving my cock instead.

  “Who’s in control?” I asked. Rosy’s eyes fluttered open, and before she could speak, I shoved more fingers in her mouth. Her eyes started to water as I pushed deeper into her throat.

  “I said, who’s in control?”

  Rosy’s breasts heaved up and down as she gasped for air. I released her, letting her fall onto her back.

  Grinning with sati
sfaction, I pulled her up and gave her a hard, hungry kiss. After all, I had to remind her who was the boss. I couldn’t let her think, even for a moment, that she was in control.

  “You’re in control,” Rosy finally acknowledged as she looked at me with a drunken expression.

  “Good girl.”

  I pushed Rosy back onto the bed and kissed her passionately on her mouth, then trailed my lips down to her pussy.

  She cried softly as I sucked on her sensitive spots, writhing with pleasure.

  “You, Mr. Steele. It’s all you,” was her breathless murmur. I gently choked her, kissing her once more.

  “Say it again,” I growled, squeezing her neck harder.

  “You!” Rosy cried, gasping for air. “Steele!”

  I took her in my arms and kissed her gently this time. She rested her head on my chest, her ear right next to my beating heart. Leaning back, I let my body rest. I felt intoxicated as Rosy’s beautiful body started to fall asleep on me. I held her tightly against my chest, caressing her curls.

  “I love you,” I whispered into her hair. Rosy stirred slightly, lifting her head off my chest. But she was too sleepy to hear. Her head fell back onto my chest, and she drifted off into sweet slumber.

  I rubbed her soft skin as I tried to sleep. My cock was slightly hard, but I closed my tired eyes and tightened my arms around Rosy’s soft, sleeping body. I had no idea what time it was, but it didn’t matter. Because the next day would bring new things … but most importantly, it would still have her.

  Chapter 12

  Rosy

  Everything was starting to go so well with Steele at first, but now things seemed to be going in the other direction. I wasn’t sure if it was something I did, or if I should’ve tried harder to make him feel happy, but he’s become so cold and distant.

  It started the morning after I fixed him a bath. The night had gone so well, and fell into a deep sleep immediately afterwards. The best part wasn’t the sex though. It was connecting with him. Because seeing Steele so vulnerable was surprising. It was both comforting and shocking, and it was hard to keep from wishing that he would never close up again. My heart had never been so full. Before now, I’d never really known what it was to love.

  I hated the word love, but it kept creeping up when I was with him. And now that he’d become so distant, I felt crushed. Absolutely devastated.

  It wasn’t even gradual. He stopped talking to me about the important things. Sure, there was conversation about pancakes, about the weather, even about his job. But overall, our conversations grew short and meaningless, and he even began to avoid eye contact. What had I done? He didn’t even seem to enjoy my food anymore because after that magical night in the tub, I got up early as usual, and cooked breakfast. It had been so easy before – every time I’d cooked, Steele had loved it.

  But not today.

  I’d made heart shaped pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. I was excited when I brought it to him, but he ate in silence. He didn’t look pleased or smile at me like he usually did.

  I was nervous he wasn’t impressed.

  “Is it alright?” I asked as sweat dripped down my forehead.

  “Yes,” Steele said curtly.

  His answer was short and lacked any emotion whatsoever. He looked at the newspaper and avoided all eye contact. I had just begun to walk out of the bedroom when he grabbed me by the arm.

  My heart raced. Maybe this weird behavior was all an act?

  “Are you ready to play again?” I questioned coyly. “So soon?”

  Steele grunted and stood up, pulling my pants down. The need was strong in his eyes, and he didn’t hesitate to own both my holes once again, spurting his seed deep. The sex was incredible, as usual, but it wasn’t the same. Instead, it felt mechanical, and not passionate like before. When I came, he immediately pulled out and then picked up the plate from the tray.

  “Go wash these.” He held out the plate without looking at me.

  “Yes of course,” I murmured reluctantly. I quickly pulled up my pants and took the plate, limping away to the kitchen. Why hadn’t he held and kissed me, the way he usually does?

  After that morning, Steele only spent time in his office. He’d come out occasionally for meals, but he’d eat quickly and never finish what I served. We only made love once more, and that was after dinner.

  That was how things were for the following two days. His cold behavior was worrisome and hurtful. What could make a man go cold like that, so fast? What had I done to change the way he felt about me?

  One afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. Steele was out fishing and I felt that I would go crazy if I didn’t get an answer soon.

  I stormed out of the cabin and stomped down to where the magnificent male stood. He didn’t look up as I approached with my arms crossed over my chest.

  A week ago, I would have been shocked to see him fishing. I’d thought Steele the white collar type, through and through. But now I knew better – I was slowly learning lots of things about this man of mine.

  Because he was more of the rugged type. The kind of man that liked to chop wood and hunt, when he wasn’t making his billions. He wasn't the typical rich man. He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty, and I really liked that about him.

  But that wasn’t the most important thing right now. I had to know why he was cutting himself off from me.

  “Steele?” I finally blurted.

  “What?” Steele shot back, not even looking up. My courage deflated.

  “Do you wanna go for a hike in the woods?” I asked timidly. Maybe a hike could loosen him up.

  “No,” Steele growled. “And you can’t go either. I don’t feel like having to go find you when you get lost.”

  His remark stung, but I let it go.

  “Is everything alright? Maybe I can give you a massage?” I reached for his shoulders, but he just shrugged me off. I was completely bewildered. What was going on?

  “I’m fine,” he says curtly, still refusing to meet my eye.

  I staggered back, fighting back tears. I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but it made me feel so unwanted.

  Everything had been going so well. The sex was amazing, and I felt like we had a real connection. But now that Steele was distant and cold, I had no idea where we stood.

  I could feel my sadness taking over. My dad used to do the exact same thing. He’d have moments where he’d be so kind and sweet, but then his mood would become cold and angry for no reason.

  Frank would push me away, even though all I wanted was to be affectionate. And now, Steele had started to do the same thing. I felt stupid for believing that something had grown between us.

  I walked back to the cabin and sat in the grass. The woods were a few feet away, and they seemed oddly inviting. I peeked back down at Steele – he was still fishing, and it didn’t look as if he’d moved at all.

  I felt defiance rising within me. Maybe Steele was tired of the good, sweet girl role. Maybe he wanted someone who was bad. Maybe I was boring him. After all, I was eighteen and he was forty-five.