“Cancel my 10 o’clock and my 12.30 and for the love of God don’t let my husband call me! He’s been driving me up the wall lately, why do you think I chose California? It’s on the other side of the fucking country from him!” I hissed to my assistant, who trembled in her cheap shoes and ran out of the room, frantically tapping on her cellphone to try and keep up with my orders.
“And get someone to bring me up some room service- I haven’t eaten since Manhattan” I yelled after her.

I was stressed out, more so by the fact that my husband suddenly felt the need to withdraw sex because he’d seen the ‘eternal light of Jesus Christ’. Total bullshit if you asked me. I hadn’t had a good fuck in months, and I was getting desperate. So desperate that I’d spent the elevator ride up to the suite thinking about the man who’d taken my bags.

He was young, possibly only a little younger than I was- with raven black that fell over a piercing green gaze, which shone like emeralds in the chandelier light of the foyer. He was tanned, muscular, and the way he looked at me, his mouth slightly open as I fought not to push him into a side closet and have my wicked way with him, made shivers run right down my spine. I wanted him, now. Completely naked, in my bed, ready to dominate me and fulfil every fantasy my own husband blatantly ignored. God, I just needed to get laid, even if it was just a one night thing with a stranger I barely knew. It would be better than going to bed every night with a monogamous Christian who prayed before he went to the bathroom.

Slipping off my heels, which made my feet sore as hell but looked so good on me, and my jacket, I took a look at myself in the mirror. For twenty nine, I was doing alright. My skin hadn’t been plagued with wrinkles yet; I still retained perky breasts and a head of hair that had a natural hazel shine to it. People stopped and stared when I walked past them in the street, and I could only hope that now I’d be seen as a sex symbol rather than a little girl, like I had been when I met my husband.

Three knocks on the door rang out through the room, and I sighed, wondering if my incompetent idiot of an assistant was back again to plague me with more questions. I was ready to tear out my hair at the hands of that girl, I really was.
“Room service!”
It was a male voice, and I wondered if deliberately my assistant had found me the oldest man in the building so I’d run straight back into the arms of my husband and stop being such a bitch to her and everyone else who worked for me.

I walked over to the door, unlocking it slowly and hoping that she’d remembered what I was allergic to, threw open the door. Only to be confronted by the man I’d just spent the last five minutes dreaming about. The man who had taken my bags.
We stared at each other for a moment, and I felt a sudden wetness pool between my thighs at the way he was staring at me, like he wanted to eat me right up.
“Your…um…assistant told me to, um, bring it right up here” the gorgeous man said, blushing a little as he stumbled over his words.

It was adorable, and I nodded, reaching over for my wallet. No money whatsoever- the old husband must have cleared me out before I went away. That’s what I got for being the main breadwinner in my household.
“I haven’t got any cash on me to tip you, crap! You guys don’t run a tab system do you?” I joked and he blushed again, shaking his head. Slowly, I put my wallet down on the table and walked over to the innocent man, running my hands gently across his shoulders.
“Surely there’s another way for me to repay you” I said softly, watching his body freeze under my touch, and the way he started to blush again, like a horny teenager. I didn’t care how cheesy I sounded, or how I felt like I was in a porn movie, I needed this man to take me. But the man didn’t respond to me, so I stood up on my tip-toes, my lips right beside his ear.

“Being married takes the fun out of things, baby. When you haven’t gotten laid in months, you get desperate. You feel like a wild animal, craving meat you cannot have…but I want someone. I want someone to want me” I whispered and suddenly, he turned around, grabbing my arms forcefully and dipping me so he was looking over at me, a sudden darkness swirling around the irises of his eyes.
“Well today might just be your lucky day, Mrs Jones” he murmured as our lips collided in what felt like an explosion of fireworks in the pit of my stomach. I could feel his hands travelling around my clothed body, running over my expensive dress as I held onto his neck. His lips felt so damn good, soft yet dominating, something that made my knees go weak at the very sense of them.

Slowly, and without breaking our passionate kiss, he began to back me over to the king sized bed, letting me fall onto the Egyptian cotton sheets, which felt like pure heaven on my bare back. When he pulled away, he was on all fours on top of me, tugging at the straps of my dress with his teeth, biting and scraping at my collar bone, which earned him a low groan from the bottom of my throat.

“I always found the older women the sexiest, the more experienced ones I suppose. It really started when I fucked my mother’s friends to pay my way through college. Trophy wives were a personal favourite, and I could just eat you right up, Mrs Jones” he growled, sucking into the sweet spot on my neck and smirking when he heard a moan escape my lips. I didn’t know what it was about that husky voice he kept talking in, the complete opposite to the man who five minutes ago couldn’t look me in the eye. It made me crave him even more.

His hands reached around to the back of my dress, searching for the zipper as he continued his attack on my neck, and even though I wanted to moan out his name in pleasure, I still had no idea what the man I was seducing into bed was called.
“Oh god…tell me your name so I know what to scream later on” I breathed into his ear, his own quiet moans like music to my ears as he pulled down the last of my dress, his eyes travelling hungrily over my body.

“Zacky, Mrs Jones. Zacky Baker” he said as he unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill out in front of him. He licked his lips like a child in a candy store, and slowly lowered his hot mouth over one bud, licking over it almost tentatively.
“Oh Zacky…” I moaned as his tongue started to tease my nipple, his hand focusing on the other one. It was a sensitive area, and the way he was making me feel right now was better than the best sex my own husband had offered. Don’t think about him, I coached myself. Now is all about you and Zacky, this gorgeous hunk of meat you’ve just gotten into bed.

Suddenly, his lips left my breasts and began to slowly kiss down my stomach, his hands tugging at his uniform until he was left only in the black slacks that covered his legs. He kissed my inner thighs, nuzzling his nose against my underwear until he heard me gasp.
“What do you want, Mrs Jones? Tell me, baby, tell me what you want me to do” he whispered in my ear as he crawled back up to me, one of his hands pulling my underwear down my legs and throwing it away somewhere in the room.

“Show me what that filthy mouth is capable of with your fingers buried deep inside of me” I hissed, the dominatrix side of me rearing its ugly head as Zacky groaned at my sudden outburst and he ran his hand down my bare pussy. He pressed the pad of his thumb up against my clit and I moaned aloud, my legs shaking a little with pleasure. Slipping one finger inside of me, a wonderful feeling of fullness washing over me already, his lips appeared next to my ear, his hot breath right on my cheek.

“You want dirty, Mrs Jones? How dirty? Do you want me to tell you how beautiful that little pussy of yours is? Or how about how you’re my dirty little slut, baby, and how you feel so good to my fingers right now?” he hissed and I moaned loudly, clamping my teeth down on his shoulder to try and stop myself from sounding like a cheap whore. As Zacky slipped a second and third finger inside of me, I groaned again, feeling myself be stretched. Curling his fingers, he found that bundle of nerves that made almost scream for him.

“Oh shit Zacky, right there!” I cried, closing my eyes as waves of sheer pleasure washed over me, the hot ball of white building up in the pit of my stomach. I’d never felt like this before, and for a younger man, he certainly knew what he was doing.
“Do you want my cock now? Wanna feel my big, hard cock hitting that delicious spot over and over again for you?”
“Uh, Zacky…please, please!” I begged and he pulled out his fingers, sucking one into his mouth and licking them clean, making me moan just from the visual. He held out his two remaining fingers in front of me, raising one eyebrow quizzically until I sucked them into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his digits, watching him groan at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. I must have you as my own, right now” Zacky said, before flipping me onto my stomach and tearing off his pants and underwear. I could hear him groaning behind me as he pumped his dick a few times, and then lined himself up with my entrance. I shuffled closer to him, bucking my hips up towards him, and he spanked my bare ass cheek- almost as a punishment for moving, which only made me moan more.

“Oh, so you like spanking, hm? I learn new things about you every second” he chuckled and suddenly slammed all the way in, making me scream out his name in half pain half undoubted pleasure.
He waited until I had adjusted to his size, because he wasn’t kidding- he was huge, and started to slowly thrust in and out, only speeding up when he found the right angle, the same one his fingers had found when they were curled inside of me. I moaned at every single thrust, getting louder when I heard him growling and cursing behind me. It turned me on even more that he was feeling that way because of me, and not anyone else.

“Oh fuck, baby, just like that- ZACKY!” I screamed as he found the sweet spot and felt myself fall into euphoric pleasure at just the feeling. He continued to slam into that spot, watching me fall apart underneath him happily. The knot in my belly was building and as I gasped out,
“Z-Z-Zack…c-c-close! Oh god!” he lifted my head up so my back was arched and started to bite my jaw, his voice coming back again.
“You’re such a naughty little bitch, aren’t you? But your my naughty little bitch aren’t you baby?” he breathed as his hand trailed down my stomach and started to rub circles into my clit, making me groan again.

“Say it, honey. Tell me who you are”
“I’m your bitch, Zacky” I almost whispered, my voice lost to the sound of groans and pants from both of us.
“Not loud enough baby” he muttered, and I could feel him stiffening behind me, a sign that he was close too.
“I’m your bitch Zacky, yours!” I screamed as he hit that spot once again and his fingers pressed against my clit and I moaned like a cheap whore as the pleasure exploded over me like a waterfall and I began to shake, my walls tightening around my new lovers dick.

A string of curses fell out of Zacky’s mouth as he came inside of me, riding out his orgasm- which only continued mine.
As we both fell, covered in a layer of sweat and feeling satisfied, onto the bed, Zacky pulled out and crawled up to me, locking our lips in a needy and wild kiss, something that after the mind-blowing sex he’d just given me, felt quite tame in comparison.
“Tell me your real name, Mrs Jones” he asked me, planting soft kisses across my breasts and stomach.

“Adelina, Zacky. Adelina Jones” I replied, pulling him back up for another kiss, something I wondered if I get let go so easily.
“Adelina, has anybody ever told you how beautiful you are? Has your husband said that recently?” he asked again, almost sympathetically as his lips never left my body, and I shook my head. The only time my husband had called me beautiful was the day we got married, and that was before I took off the wedding dress. Never in five years had I heard him tell me I looked pretty, or even beautiful. And now, this man, Zacky, was saying all the things I wanted to him to say.

“He’s a lucky man to have you sleeping by his side every night. If I could, I’d steal you away from him and keep you here forever”
“Then do it. I’m leaving him anyway, and to be honest- that was the best sex I’ve had in years. I’m not letting you disappear just yet” I smiled, watching him grin back at me as his idea finally became a reality.
Suddenly, he glanced over at the clock on the side table and sighed, getting up off of the bed and picking up his uniform, changing quickly.

“Where are you going?” I asked quietly, a sudden feeling of sadness and loneliness taking over me. I wanted him to stay here, continuing to whisper those sweet thoughts into my ear.
“I have a shift to finish, Adelina. But I’ll be finished in an hour. Will you be waiting for me?” he replied, tying the black bow tie around his neck and trying to flatten down his hair. I nodded.
“With open legs, baby”
He growled and leant across the bed to kiss me once again, softer this time, so he didn’t mess up his uniform.

“But next time leave the bow tie on. I like it” I whispered as I hastily kissed him one last time, and watched him walk out of the hotel room. Damn he had a nice ass. I leant back on the silk pillows, taking a deep breath.

Screw my assistant. I was defiantly going to be calling room service next time.