texts…anything. There was nothing there. My self-doubt was mounting and I thought it best to remedy this situation before it got worse. I needed to be fucked by Breccan and that was the end of it. I decide to head over to where he’s staying. I refuse to take no for an answer. Fucking me is not the worst thing that could happen to him.
I put on my hot pink bikini top and a pair of comfortable yoga pants. I decide to forego panties, as I wanted nothing to stand in our way as soon as he ripped these shorts off. It was smoldering heat today anyway or at least that was my excuse. Truthfully, I love to dress like a slut. I like the attention. All of my ink is proudly on display. I’m itching to get a new piece, but not quite sure what just yet.
I catch a ride from a passing stranger. I was planning on walking, as I can use the exercise. But she offered so sweetly, how could I refuse? It definitely doesn’t hurt that she’s absolutely gorgeous, fake tits and all. I take her number and flirt for a bit before I have her drop me off. My compulsion for sex hasn’t lessened. I even consider blowing off these plans I’d made and eating out this sexy bitch’s pussy instead, but my mind’s made up. I need to see Breccan. I beat on his door and wait for him to answer. It takes him way too long and my insides clench. I make my way to the lobby, and after waiting in line for a couple of minutes, I finally make my way to the desk clerk.
“May I help you , ma’am?” a young boy with bright red hair and cute freckles asks me with a smile.
“I’m too young to be your mother, you don’t have to call me ma’am.” I flash a smile right back and bat my eyelashes.
“I’m sorry, you definitely don’t look old. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s part of the job ,” he stammers nervously.
“No worries , doll.” I place my hand on his tiny arm and lightly caress it. “You see, I have a problem. I locked myself out of my room. Could you be a dear and let me in? It’s room 106.”
“I’m sorry , ma’…I mean miss. I can’t do that. It’s against policy. Maybe if you give me your name, I can look you up in the computer and we can figure something out?”
“Well, you see… It’s not under my name. It’s under my boyfriend’s name, Breccan Grant. I lied a bit. I’m so sorry about that. I just wanted to surprise him, it’s our one year anniversary. I’m planning on giving him a day to remember, if you know what I mean.” I seal my story with a wink and his skin turns a bright shade of red. “Aww… you’re so cute. If only I was a couple of years younger. You’re going to make some girl very happy.” I continue my trail up his arm. I can see his resolve cracking.
“Okay…I’ll make an exception, just this once,” he responds anxiously. He turns around and heads into a doorway behind a wall. He comes back a couple of minutes later with a room key to 106.
“I’ll make sure my boyfriend leaves you a hefty tip for your trouble. Believe me, he’ll be so satisfied with what I’m about to give him… money will be the last thing on his mind.” I wink and walk away. I arrive back at the room and give the door another loud round of knocking before finally letting myself into the room. I half expect to see Breccan fucking some beach bunny, but am relieved at what I find instead. Breccan is lying in bed, sound asleep. How he didn’t hear all of the knocking truly boggles my mind. Boy is definitely a sound sleeper. I walk closer. Vicious thoughts enter my mind. Now would be the perfect time to get rid of him. Get rid of this whole situation, but something stops me. This aching deep down in my gut.
I walk over to where he lies and sit down slowly on the bed next to him. He moves a bit and I freeze. He calms once again. I study his all too familiar face. He’s the exact replica of what I would imagine a Greek god to look like. Strong and sexy in stature, but beautiful at the same time. I debate about
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