The Hotel Suite

He placed his large hand on the door handle, smoothly turning it, and we stepped inside. The city lights filtered through the thin window curtains, bathing the room in soft light and shadows.
He grabbed me, pulling me into his strong embrace and kissing me hard, rubbing his hands over me and through my dark, curly hair, holding my head in between his large hands, as he kissed me deeply, assaulting my mouth. I tried to return his kiss, but he stopped me, pulling away and slowly shaking his head.
"Don't. Just surrender." It was a command, not a request. My pulse quickened, as his strength and power enveloped me. He grasped me again, holding me tight, kissing me hard, his lips full and impatient, his hands
pulling our clothes off, until I was nude in his naked embrace. I could feel his cock and nuts pressing against me, growing and straining.
In the black and white shadows, I could see his hulking, muscular physique. Rubbing his hands over my smooth skin, he bowed his head and growled, "My God, but you feel good."

His hands were large and strong. His fingers gripped my skin, squeezing my muscles. He brushed his fingers across my face and holding my chin in one hand, he licked his tongue in the air, then across my face, only to gorge his lips on my mouth and fiercely probe with his tongue.
He was insatiably, sucking the breath from me, almost mauling me with the hold of his strong arms. He licked my neck, then my broad shoulders, biting my muscles, then my chest, sucking and biting my hard nipples with his lips and then his teeth. The sensations pierced me like jolts of fire; I became inflamed with his hold on me. He was galvanising me.
He traced his tongue down my love path, thick with soft, dark hair, until he gorged himself on my pubic pelt, licking and slurping his juicy tongue over my hairs, biting and pulling on them. Aggressively, he nibbled on the base of my hard cock, licking and gnawing around its thick trunk, until his tongue slid down and rolled over my balls, swaying in my smooth sack.
Grabbing my thighs and buttock with his hands, he gorged himself on my ripe eggs, slurping and sucking around them, bathing them in the juice of his hot mouth. I moaned, breathed deeply and sighed, tilting my head back, then looking down as he feasted on my testicles, swallowing them in his mouth and pulling my sack down tight, until they slurped out. His presence was overpowering.

My cock stuck straight out, 9' long, thick, its skin supple and smooth, the colour of sweet milk chocolate, tapering to a dark crested crown wrapped in a smooth jacket of skin. My juice oozed from my slit, forming droplets and sliding down a silky thread of glistening precum. He looked up, my thick shaft projecting over his face, my balls hanging next to his mouth.
"Fuck! It's gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous." He groaned, as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He gently
folded his tongue around my cockhead, rubbing it sensuously back and forth on its underside. I gasped and moaned, leaning my head against the wall, as my precum pulsated into his mouth. Soon his tender caresses become more forceful, until he was practically gnawing on my cockhead, sucking hard, clamping his lips around it, rubbing his teeth over it, and stretching my foreskin.
He went down hard on my shaft, sucking my full erection into his mouth, engulfing all of it, slurping his tongue around it, sucking deeply as he popped his mouth off, letting my swollen and raw penis bounce in front of him.
He gasped and growled again in a deep voice, gorging himself on my cock again, tasting its salt and smelling my scent. Pulling on my balls with his meaty hand, he snorted and pumped his mouth up and down my shaft, hard and quick. With each suck, he coated it with warm liquid, pumping and lubricating. The exquisite agony enveloped me. I floated in salacious rapture.


End of part III