Darrell

I watched her walk away down the hallway, her back straight, steps deliberate, like she’d finally figured out how to leave without looking back. The door to the suite clicked shut behind her, and the silence hit like a slap. My cock was still half-hard, slick from her mouth and pussy, twitching like it hadn’t gotten the memo that she was gone.

Fuck that.

I yanked the door open so hard it banged against the wall. She was only a few steps down the corridor. I caught her wrist in one hand, tight enough to bruise, and dragged her back inside before she could protest. She stumbled over the...