He fucks her

Michelle slips into the bathroom as soon as they’re in the room, muttering something about needing to fix her face after the drive. The door clicks shut behind her.

Nick doesn’t waste time. He pulls the bottle from his pocket, palms a second pill (insurance), and dry-swallows it. The first one is already working its way into his bloodstream; he can feel the familiar heat building low in his gut. He strips down to nothing, tosses his clothes over the chair, and sits on the edge of the king bed, cock half-hard and twitching in anticipation.

Ten minutes later the bathroom door opens. Michelle steps out, lipstick fresh, eyeliner sharp, trying to look composed in her cheap hoodie and uniform skirt. The moment she sees him naked and waiting, her shoulders sag. She knows what’s coming.

“Strip,” Nick says, voice flat and commanding. “Everything off. Now.”

Her hands shake as she pulls the hoodie over her head, then unbuttons the skirt and lets it drop. Bra and panties follow until she’s completely bare, full breasts heavy, dark nipples already tight from the air-conditioning and nerves. She stands there, arms half-covering herself, eyes on the carpet.

Nick crooks a finger. “Crawl.”

Michelle drops to her knees and crawls the short distance across the beige carpet until she’s between his spread thighs. He grabs a fistful of her dark hair, yanks her head back so she’s **** to look up at him.

“You thought you were gonna outlast me today, didn’t you?” he says, voice low. “Thought I’d wear out after a couple rounds and you’d get to go home early. Stupid little slut.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He guides her mouth straight onto his cock, already rock-hard and throbbing from the meds. She opens willingly—she’s learned resistance only makes it worse—and he thrusts deep on the first push, feeling her throat flutter around the head.

Nick sets a brutal pace immediately, both hands locked in her hair, using her mouth like a toy. He slams in until her nose grinds against his pelvis, holds her there until her throat spasms and her hands slap at his thighs, then pulls back just enough for her to suck in a **** breath before driving in again. Saliva drips down her chin, coats his shaft, pools on the carpet between her knees. Her mascara starts to run almost instantly, black streaks down her cheeks as her eyes water.

He face-fucks her for long minutes, hips snapping, grunting each time her throat squeezes him. Every time she gags hard he groans louder, loving the wet, **** sounds she makes.

Finally he yanks her off his cock by the hair, a thick string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head. She gasps, coughing, chest heaving.

“Get on the bed,” he orders. “Ass up, face down.”

Michelle scrambles onto the mattress, forehead pressed to the comforter, knees spread, back arched, presenting herself. Her pussy is already slick despite everything—her body betraying her again.

Nick climbs behind her, lines up, and slams into her cunt in one vicious thrust. She cries out, fingers clawing at the sheets as he bottoms out, his hips slapping hard against her ass. He doesn’t ease in; he starts pounding immediately, deep and punishing, each stroke pulling almost all the way out before ramming back in.

The room fills with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, her muffled whimpers, his low growls. He grips her hips hard enough to bruise, yanking her back onto every thrust, using her like a ragdoll. The bed creaks under the ****.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he snarls, reaching forward to grab her throat and pull her upper body off the mattress.

“You—” she chokes out, voice ragged. “It belongs to you, Mr. Nick—”

He slams into her harder, feeling her walls flutter and clench around him. The pill has him iron-hard, veins pulsing, every thrust sending sparks up his spine.

Minutes blur. Sweat drips down his chest onto her back. He feels the pressure building, coiling tight at the base of his cock, and he doesn’t hold back.

With a final series of brutal thrusts he buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, pulsing deep inside her, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of cum. His grip on her throat tightens for a second as he groans through it, hips jerking with each spurt until he’s emptied completely.

He stays inside her a moment longer, breathing heavy, then pulls out slowly. A trickle of his cum immediately leaks from her swollen pussy onto the hotel comforter.

Nick collapses back onto the bed beside her, chest rising and falling, cock still half-hard and glistening.

Michelle stays on her knees, face buried in the sheets, trembling, his cum dripping steadily down her inner thigh.