Chapter 1: The Wednesday Prelude
Sue strode into the Sheraton Walden suite with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted—and it wasn't the strawberries or chilled champagne waiting on the table. Will stood by the door, roses in hand, but she didn't give him time for pleasantries. "Six weeks of quickies, and now you spring for the full romantic setup? Trying to brand me before I jet off with Ken?" she quipped, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
Will pulled her close, his hands sliding under her loose peasant blouse. "Can't blame a man for wanting to leave an impression. You said yes, after all. Afraid you'll miss this too much on vacation?"
"Miss you? Please. Ken's a decent enough distraction, but you're the one who makes me wet just thinking about it," Sue shot back, her fingers already unbuttoning his shirt. She wasn't submissive; she dictated the pace, shoving the blouse off her shoulders to give him access. His palms cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasped. "Message them harder—don't tease like we're on borrowed time."
He stripped her skirt next, kneeling to kiss down her body, fingers finding her already dripping pussy. "Horny doesn't begin to cover it, does it? Look at you, ready to drip all over my hand."
"Keep talking and I'll make you work for it," she retorted, yanking down his jeans. His large hard cock sprang free from his briefs, and Sue dropped to her knees without hesitation. She licked the shaft, stroking with one hand while taking him into her mouth for a slow, deliberate blowjob. "Mmm, this cock's why I'm here instead of packing. But don't get cocky—I'm the one in control."
Will groaned, panting as her tongue worked him. "God, Sue, you're killing me. If this is your goodbye, Ken's in for a dull trip." She stood, pushing him onto the bed, her strong hands guiding him as she climbed atop. He flipped her momentarily, spreading her ass and licking her wet pussy until she moaned, but she reclaimed dominance, gripping his hard length and pulling it toward her dripping entrance.
"Insert it slow, Will—make it count. I want to feel every inch before I come all over you." Their bodies aligned, sweat already beading as the explosive rhythm began, her witty barbs turning to panting cries. "Harder—show me why I'll be thinking of this instead of him."
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