The Tryst List - Episode 6

She met his eyes across the crowded bar, and they both knew the game was already over. He crossed the room in three strides and took her wrist, not gently. They barely made it to his suite before she shoved him against the door. Her dress hit the floor. His belt clinked open. She dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth, and worked him until his breathing turned ragged. When he pulled her up, he bent her over the desk without asking, spread her open, and slid inside in one slow, thick push. She gasped. He fucked her hard, the kind of rhythm that left her clawing at the wood. Sweat slicked their skin. He gripped her hips, dragged her back onto him again and again, then flipped her onto the desk and pushed her thighs wide. She came first, loud and sudden, her legs shaking. He followed seconds later, spilling deep, staying buried while their pulses slowed.