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Category: Erotic Stories

Author: michaelfoxxy2

The neon sign flickered outside the window of the Sunset Inn, casting a pink glow over the threadbare comforter. My heart raced as Matt’s fingers traced the strap of my lace teddy, his breath hot against my neck. “You look like a fucking snack in this,” he growled, nipping my earlobe. I’d told my husband I was visiting my sister for the weekend, but here I was, trembling under the gaze of a boy young enough to be my son. The walls were paper-thin—I could hear the couple next door arguing about pizza toppings—but all I cared about was the way Matt’s hands already owned my body. This is reckless, I thought, but God, I’ve missed him.

He’d chosen the motel precisely because it was cheap, seedy, and anonymous. “No one’s gonna recognize us here,” he’d said, but now, as he shoved me against the rattling air conditioner, I wondered if anonymity mattered when his hips pinned mine with a desperation that made my knees buckle. My back hit the wall, and a framed landscape crashed to the floor. We froze, breath held, until Matt smirked. “Relax, Gina. They’ll just think we’re enthusiastic.” His lips crashed into mine, swallowing my nervous laugh, and I clawed at his jeans, already wet at the thought of what came next.

He spun me around, yanking my hips backward until my ass pressed against the hard ridge in his pants. “You’ve been teasing me all week,” he muttered, hiking up my teddy. “Sending me those pics while your husband snored next to you.” His palm cracked against my cheek, the sting sharp and sweet. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “Quiet,” he ordered, fingers digging into my thighs. “Or the whole block’ll know how much of a slut you are.” The threat alone nearly made me come.

We didn’t make it to the bed. He bent me over the scratched dresser, the mirror rattling as he slammed into me from behind. My reflection stared back—flushed, desperate, alive—as he gripped my hair, forcing me to watch. “See that?” he hissed. “That’s what you are. Mine.” I nodded frantically, the dresser screeching with every thrust. Down the hall, a vacuum droned. Closer. Closer. Housekeeping. “Matt—someone’s coming—” I whispered, but he only fucked me harder, his chuckle dark. “Let them hear.”

The knock came just as I clenched around him, my orgasm ripping through me like a live wire. “Ma’am? Housekeeping!” Matt clapped a hand over my mouth, his other arm locking around my waist to keep me still. “Not… fucking… done,” he gritted out, hips stuttering. I could’ve screamed—from pleasure, panic, the absurdity of it all—but his grip tightened, muffling me. The maid jiggled the handle. Locked, thank God. She moved on, and Matt finally let go, letting me collapse against the dresser. “You,” he said, breathless, “are dangerous.”

We fled to the stairwell after that, too wired to stay cooped up. The concrete steps were cold under my bare feet, but Matt’s mouth was hotter, trailing down my spine as he pushed me against the railing. “Always wanted to do this in public,” he murmured, fingers hooking into my thong. My pulse spiked. “What if someone—?” He silenced me with a kiss, rough and possessive. “Then they’ll see how good you take it.” The door creaked open a floor below—voices, laughter. Guests. Matt didn’t stop. If anything, he got louder.

Later, in the flickering glow of the motel pool, I let him float me on my back, his hands beneath me, his cock teasing my entrance. The water lapped at my breasts, the night air cool against my heated skin. “You’re fucking crazy,” I breathed, legs wrapping around his waist. He grinned, all teeth. “You love it.” He thrust upward, and I arched, the water sloshing violently. A security guard’s flashlight swept the patio. We sank beneath the surface, my thighs locked around him, bubbles escaping my nose as he fucked me in slow, relentless strokes. I came choking on chlorine and lust, his hand clamped over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Back in the room, he tied my wrists with the belt from his jeans, the leather biting into my skin as he mounted me. “You’re addicted,” he taunted, dragging his cock over my clit. “Admit it.” I thrashed, torn between pride and need. “Never—” He shoved inside, and I shattered instantly, sobbing his name. “Louder,” he demanded, slapping my thigh. “Let the whole fucking motel know who owns this pussy.” I did. I screamed it. And when the pounding came on the wall—“Keep it down!”—Matt only laughed, flipping me onto all fours. “Again.”

By dawn, we were reckless, hungry, stupid. He fucked me on the balcony, my palms splayed against the fogged glass, his teeth on my shoulder. The parking lot below filled with families loading suitcases, oblivious to the MILF getting railed two floors up. “They can see you,” Matt whispered, pinching my nipples. “Wave.” I shook my head, mortified, but he thrust deeper, making my legs shake. “Wave, or I stop.” I lifted a trembling hand. A child waved back. I came so hard I saw stars.

Afterward, as we lay tangled in sweat-damp sheets, his fingers idly tracing the marks he’d left, I whispered the words I’d sworn I’d never say. “I love you.” He stilled. The silence stretched, suffocating, until he rolled on top of me, his eyes unreadable. “You don’t love me,” he said softly. “You love my dick.” He kissed me, cruel and tender, and I knew he was right. But as he pushed inside me one last time, I wondered if that distinction even mattered anymore.

We checked out early, avoiding eye contact with the desk clerk. In the car, Matt slid his hand up my skirt, smirking at my gasp. “Next time,” he said, “we’ll try the elevator.” I swatted him away, laughing, but my stomach dropped. Next time. The words hung between us, a promise and a threat. I dropped him off a block from his place, watching him vanish into the crowd. Just a boy, I told myself. Just a fling. But my thighs still trembled, and my phone buzzed before I even pulled away.

Text from Matt: Miss u already. Tonight? Your place.

I stared at the message, the weight of what I’d become settling over me. A liar. A cheat. A slut. And yet, as I typed Yes, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.