Her orgasm exploded, her body shaking as she cried out, her walls fluttering around him. Frank followed, his thrusts stuttering as he emptied himself into her.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Then, with a soft kiss to her temple, Frank withdrew his dick slowly.
“Let me drop you off,” he said, his hands gently helping her to her feet.
Rhoda’s legs felt weak, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. She straightened her skirt, her cheeks flushed as she met his gaze.
“You shouldn’t bother, babe. I’ll run it all, and in a couple of minutes, I will be back.”
“Then you should go immediately before nightfall,” he said, his voice soft but firm.
“Call me as soon as you are done, so I can come and pick you.”
She nodded, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she was about to cheat on him again. A few months ago, she had promised herself she wouldn’t go down that lane again, and now she found herself repeating the same promise in her mind. She told herself this would definitely be her last.
Rhoda moved toward the door, then paused, her hand on the doorknob. She looked back at Frank. Their eyes met, the air between them thick with the promise of more.
Then, with a final, lingering glance, she blew him a kiss and walked away, the door clicking shut behind her.
Frank stood there in the kitchen, smiling. If only he knew where she was going that afternoon. He had always believed himself the luckiest man alive since the day he met her. His love for Rhoda blinded him to who she truly was.
He adored her completely and would do anything just to spend the rest of his life by her side.
The Grand Marquis gleamed like a diamond— glass walls catching every shimmer of the city. Rhoda stood in the lobby for a moment, clutching her purse like it held her conscience.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as she dialled the number Jessica had given her.
A deep, velvety male voice answered. “Room 614,” he said simply, and hung up.
In the elevator, her reflection looked back at her — painted lips, trembling hands, eyes that carried too many yesterdays. She reminded herself why she had agreed to do this one last time.
She had sworn to stop, especially now that she had finally found love. She loved Frank deeply and didn’t want anything to come between them—certainly not now, when preparations for their wedding were in full swing.
Frank had already taken her to meet his family; they all liked her and had given their blessing.
His elder brother, Dr Fred, and his wife often invited her over on weekends, mostly because their daughter, Mira, had grown fond of her and always wanted to see her.
But this job… the money was simply too much to walk away from. It was impossible to ignore. She promised herself she would get it over with—work with the client, take the money, and never look back.
The corridor smelled of cologne, smoke, and expensive silence.
When the door opened, Rhoda met the gaze of a tall, powerfully built man, his hair was neatly woven into tight braids that framed his sharp, confident features. “You must be Rhoda,” he said in a sharp British accent, stepping aside. “Come in.”
The suite was thick with the haze of weed and wine. Her heart skipped when she met two other men lounging on the couch, shirtless, their laughter too casual, too rich.
The last thing she wanted was to meet someone she knew or someone who knew Frank. Phones, watches, wads of cash scattered across the table like debris from another life. She could smell wealth and sin in the air.
They introduced themselves — Harry, the one who had opened the door for her. The second guy, Demo, tall and slim, wasn’t muscular like Harry.
His skin was a warm fair tone, and his bald head gleamed under the light framed by a full, well-kept beard that gave him an intellectual air.
And then Kes, dark skinned, tall and heavily tattooed, his body told stories inked in symbols and lines. His thick afro crowned his head, and his full, dark beard completed his rugged, imposing appearance.
Rhoda tried to remember their names, but her head was already heavy. She heaved a sigh of relief, at least she didn’t know anyone of them, and she was convinced Frank would not know them.
They didn’t look like the kind of people Frank kept around him. His friends that she knew were calm, cool and always decently groomed.
Harry offered her weed and drink, but she quickly declined; she didn’t want to get tipsy since she would still have to meet with Frank later that night.
She turned to Harry since he looked like the one in charge, and gestured to him, her face giving that kind of “what next” look. She didn’t have all the time in the world; she had to go back to her lover.
Harry led Rhoda into the second room. She followed him, her eyes never leaving the broad expanse of his back, his every movement deliberate, his muscles flexing subtly.
Her heels clicking softly against the floor behind him, she knew what awaited her, yet the thrill of it still sent shivers down her spine.
As soon as they crossed into the room, Harry turned abruptly, his hand closing around her wrist with a firm grip. Without a word, he began to undress himself, his movements swift and purposeful.
She watched, her breath catching, as he slid his singlet over his head, shrugging it off, tossing it aside with a casual flick of his wrist. revealing the sculpted contours of his chest. His chest was a masterpiece of lean muscle, his abs chiselled and defined.
But it was what lay below that truly took her breath away. Harry’s pants fell next, pooling at his feet as he stepped out of them, revealing his magnificent 9-inch dick, rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum.
It stood out like a steel pole, its thickness and length a testament to his raw masculinity. She gasped, her eyes widening with a mix of awe and anticipation. This was the real deal… way more than Frank’s. Her mouth watered, her pussy already throbbing with need.
He was completely naked, his body a work of art. He didn’t say a word, didn’t need to. His presence, his size, and his sheer dominance spoke volumes. She stepped closer, her fingers trembling as they trailed over the outline of his muscular body.
Her touch was light, reverent, as if she were worshipping a god. Her fingertips grazed his chest, his abs, before drifting downward, her breath hitching as she reached his throbbing cock.
She began to undress herself, one fabric at a time, with one of the sexiest smiles he had ever seen playing across her face. It was his turn to watch; she wanted to spice up the mood, after all, he was paying a whole lot.
She decided to do more than just yank off her clothes. She tempted him as she took each piece of clothing off her body while turning and twisting her body seductively. Harry watched her, still like a statue, his eyes never leaving her; his cock throbbed impatiently.
She was just as Jessica had told him, neat and clean, perfect curves. His eyes travelled from the pair of full, generous breasts with thick, hard nipples at the tip that graced her chest region down to her well-trimmed pussy.
He ate her whole with his eyes, taking in the details of her hot, sexy body bit by bit.
By the time Rhoda was done and was completely naked, she dropped down to her knees slowly, her movements fluid, her eyes locked into his. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she marvelled at its thickness, its heat.
It was heavier than she expected, pulsing with life in her grip. She stroked him gently, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, smearing the pre-cum that glistened like dew. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips, and she smiled, a wicked glint in her eye.
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. Her tongue swirled, teasing, before she took him into her mouth, inch by glorious inch.
Her lips stretched around his thickness, her throat relaxing as she deepthroated him, her nose brushing against his pubic hair.
Her other hand slipped between her legs, her fingers sliding into her dripping pussy, her moans vibrating against Harry’s cock as she pleasured herself.
Harry’s hands tangled in her hair, his grip firm but not rough. “This is good,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. She hummed in response, her mouth working him with practised skill, her tongue tracing the veins along his shaft.
She sucked him hard, her head bobbing in a rhythm that drove him wild. His balls tightened, his muscles tensing as he neared the edge. “I’ll cum,” he warned, his voice a rough whisper.
Rhoda didn’t stop, didn’t slow. Instead, she sucked harder, her fingers strumming her clit as she teetered on the brink of her own orgasm. Harry groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he shot his load down her throat.
His cum was hot and copious, filling her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, savouring the taste of him. Even as he came, his cock remained hard, a testament to his endurance.
Breathless, she pulled away, her lips glistening with his seed. Harry’s eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he stared down at her. Without a word, he reached down, gripping her by the wrists and pulling her to her feet.
She stumbled slightly, her legs weak from the intensity of the moment, but he steadied her, his hands firm on her hips.
Written by Tito
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