Room 212 (2)

I’d imagined this for years. Every letter, every stolen glance, every lonely night fantasizing about Tyler. And now he’s here, hands on me, moving like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment.

He continues and doesn’t stop. Not when I moan. Not when I beg.

My trembling thighs try to shut around him, but his hands hold them apart.

“Keep them open,” he growls, voice low and urgent, and my thighs obey even as they tremble, betraying me.

His hands grip my thighs tight, thumbs digging into my flesh like he’s staking a claim.

His tongue moves with precision now… long, slow drags through my pussy, ending with a sharp flick to my clit that makes my hips jerk off the bed.

Part of me wants to stop, to step back and remember we aren’t just characters in a fantasy… but the rest of me is melting under his touch, desperate to see how far he’d take me.

“Fuck—Tyler—” My voice cracks, desperate and high.

He chuckles against me. “God, I should’ve had this pussy years ago.”

His tongue circles my clit again and again, and I feel like I’m going to melt.

I never thought he’d be so… commanding, so precise, so utterly in control.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take more, Tyler’s lips lift. His fingers linger on my clit, tracing lazy circles that set my soul on fire.

I want to scream, to push… but part of me loves the way he makes me ache, the way he forces me to burn for him a little longer.

I think of every lonely night, every fantasy where this exact moment played out… and how much I’d begged myself for it.

He’s going to ruin me.

“Tyler… I’m close…”

“Come. Right now. All over my fucking mouth.” He growls, low and dark, each word a whip against my senses.

The command shatters me.

My body locks up, back arching, a scream tearing from my throat as my orgasm rips through me. It’s hot. Blinding. Consuming. Flooding every nerve until thought, breath, and reason disappear.

My muscles convulse, my heels dig into the bed, and I shiver violently around him, completely undone.

The air conditioner hums softly, but my skin feels like it’s on fire. The scent of his cologne mixes with the raw heat between us, making my head spin.

And still… he doesn’t stop.

He holds me there, his mouth working me through it. Licking up every drop like he’s addicted, groaning as I shake against his face.

“Goddamn,” he mutters as he finally pulls back, lips slick and glistening with me. “You came so hard, baby… look at you.”

I’m gasping, chest heaving, trembling from the inside out.

He stands and the whole room shifts with the movement.

His hand goes to his shirt, fingers slipping over each button as he starts undoing them slowly. I take the chance to shrug out of my dress.

His shirt slides off and the fabric hits the floor.

My eyes drink him in.

Holy fuck.

Tyler’s gaze softens for just a second before turning wicked again. “Like what you see?”

His body is all muscle and raw power, veins running down his arms like warnings. A tattoo snakes across his shoulder toward his collarbone and he looks down at me like I’m something to be worshipped and wrecked.

His fingers move down to his belt, brushing over the metal buckle with a soft scrape that tightens every muscle in me.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you tonight,” he says, the low heat in his voice making my chest tighten. “Every inch… every thrust. You’re not leaving this bed until you understand what it means to be claimed by a man who’s wanted you for years.”

My chest hammers, thighs trembling as warmth coils deep inside me. My breath catches in ragged gasps.

The buckle clinks and the zipper slides down. My hands twitch to touch him already.

His cock springs free. Thick, long and heavy, and my mouth waters at the sight.

“Oh my God…”

He smirks darkly. “Yeah, baby. That’s for you. All of it. Now spread those legs for me.”

My body obeys before my brain can catch up. “Yes… Tyler.” I say, looking up at him, eyes burning with desire.

“That’s it,” he growls. “I want to hear it. Tell me how much you’ve wanted this, how much you’ve been aching for me.”

“Tyler. I need you inside me.”

“You don’t ask,” he snarls, crawling back over me, cock dragging along my thigh. “You beg. You fucking beg for it like the desperate little thing you are.”

“I’m begging,” I breathe, completely wrecked. “I want you. I need you. I’ve always needed you.”

He pushes me back softly and slides the head of his cock through my soaked folds, teasing me.

“Good girl.”

And then…

He thrusts inside.

I gasp… or rather wail, as my body stretches to take him.

For a split second, he stills, letting me adjust to him, chest rising and falling over mine. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him; the heat of his skin, the weight of his gaze, the faint rasp of his breath against my ear.

Even this pause makes my body twitch in anticipation.

Then he moves again, slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him before picking up pace.

His muscles flex above me, arms tense, veins standing out as he holds himself back. A bead of sweat slides down his neck and over his chest, catching the light as it drips between his hard, defined pecs.

“Fuuuck,” he groans above me, voice low and strained. “You’re hugging my cock, Hayley.”

I claw at his back, nails digging in. He continues the pace, driving deep as if he wants me to feel every inch of him rubbing against my walls.

I moan louder with each thrust, my body clinging to his like it knows this moment was always going to happen.

“Say it,” he pants, gripping my hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. “Say this pussy was meant for me.”

“It’s yours,” I cry out, eyes rolling back. “F-Fuck… it’s… always been yours,” I gasp, nails digging into the sheets as my body arches toward him.

He slams into me harder, faster. My body jerks up the bed with every thrust.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You wrote me letters about this tight little cunt, and now I’m the one owning it. You’re gonna come on this cock like you were born to.”

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and pounds into me deeper.

I cry out, gripping the sheets, my mind splintering.

“Oh God—oh my God—”

“No, baby,” he grits, sweat dripping down his temple. “Tonight you come for me. No one else. You moan my name—and only mine. Got it?”

“Yes,” I gasp, voice barely a whisper. “Only yours, Tyler. I swear….just yours.”

His hand wraps around my throat, not tight, just enough to make me gasp… and the pressure sends another wave crashing through me.

I tighten around him, moaning helplessly as he pounds into me like he’s been starving for years.

“You like being choked while you’re fucked, huh?” he growls. “You filthy little thing. How many times did you touch yourself thinking about this?”

“Too many,” I whimper. “I used to rub myself raw pretending it was you—”

“Fuck,” he growls, slamming into me even harder. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. I still can’t believe this is happening.

He’s real. Inside me, over me, claiming me as if he’s always wanted me.

He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me like he’s trying to mark my soul.

Our bodies are a mess of sweat and need, even with the air conditioner on. My skin’s on fire, my pulse screaming through my veins.

His fingers find my clit again, rubbing fast, relentless circles as his thrusts grow erratic.

“Come with me,” he pants. “I wanna feel you milk my cock while I’m buried inside you.”

“Tyler—” I cry out, already on the edge. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it. Now.”

I break. Not just my body, but everything.

My orgasm hits like a supernova, stealing my breath and curling my toes.

It feels like every dirty letter, every lonely night, every moment I spent wanting him hits me all at once.

It’s so intense, I swear I forget my own name.

He comes right after me, growling in my ear as his thrusts turn rough and uneven. At the last second, he pulls out, gripping his wet, hard cock and stroking it fast while he kneels over my stomach.

“Fuck—look at you,” he rasps.

His eyes lock on mine as hot spurts land across my chest, streaking over my perky, medium-sized tits, my nipples still hard from the aftershocks of my orgasm.

One thick line hits the soft curve of my right breast, and another falls between them, shining on my flushed skin.

“You see that?” he pants. “You’re marked.”

I’m still gasping, drunk on the heat of him, on the way he looks at me like I’m the filthiest, most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“You look even better painted in me,” he murmurs, smearing it across my tits in slow, possessive circles.

“Fucking perfect.”

He lowers my leg and collapses beside me, arm still wrapped around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll float away if he lets go.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

I blink up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling like I just survived a volcano.

Tyler chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair. “You were worth the wait.”

I roll my head toward him, still flushed and raw. I haven’t even had my hands on him yet and he has no idea what I’m going to do when I do.

“So,” I say, catching my breath, “what brings you to this hotel, anyway? Please don’t tell me you came here to fuck random women from your past.”

He laughs. “Nah. I’m in town for a wedding.”

“Oh?” I lift a brow. “Whose?”

“Damon’s.”

I freeze. “Damon Carter?”

He smirks. “Yeah. You know him?”

“Yeah I’m also attending,” I say, blinking. “He’s my cousin’s husband’s best friend.”

Tyler’s grin turns wicked. “Well, well. Looks like we’re getting a rematch sooner than I thought.”

I blush. Absurd considering what just happened between us. You’d think embarrassment wouldn’t stand a chance by now, but it hits anyway.

“I won’t be wearing panties to the reception,” I say, just to regain the upper hand.

He whistles, dragging his gaze down my naked body. “You show up like that, darling, and I might bend you over the gift table.”

“Uh huh?” I dare, biting my lip.

He rolls on top of me again. “You’re not gonna get away that easy,” he teases. I laugh breathlessly, wiping sweat from my temple, and before I can recover, he grins wickedly. “Round two?”

I moan as he kisses me again, deeper this time.

Looks like it’s going to be a very long wedding weekend.