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thick, new carpet, and crawled toward me like an animal.
    I dropped the skirt down and backed up a few steps. “Bad doggy.”
    “I'm a bear,” he said as he grabbed my legs. “I take what I want.” He pulled the skirt up and dove at my pussy, licking it hungrily. I gasped and staggered two more steps back, so I could lean against the room's dresser for support.
    I moaned, then tried to nudge him away, saying, “Someone's going to come in on us!”
    He had my skirt up around my waist and he licked up and down my lips, then dug in deep with his tongue. He stopped just long enough to say, “People try to have sex in show suites all the time. That's why we have three staff on duty at all times.”
    “Well, I am going to stop you … in a minute.” I leaned back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of being licked. His hands were also busy, though not on my intimate area. Rather, his hands kept running up and down my legs, hungrily. The movement and pressure of his hands extended the pleasure he was giving me with his mouth, throughout my entire body, sensitizing every bit of me. Even my face felt pre-orgasmic.
    “Enough,” I said, gasping. “Save some for later.”
    “I want you,” he said.
    I thought of him talking to the blonde, of him smiling as she giggled at everything he said. He'd been very naughty, flirting with her right in front of me.
    “So, take me,” I said. Waves of pleasure were washing over me, and I would have done anything to get more. I wanted him, all of him.
    He picked me up and dropped my bum on the surface of the dresser. In a matter of seconds, he had his pants open. He yanked down his underwear and released his erection, the tower of it springing forth from those dark, heavenly curls of his.
    He seemed blinded by lust, thrusting at me, banging the head against my leg and my lower stomach. I grabbed his shaft and tugged him toward me, helping him guide the tip into place. I was wet from excitement plus his saliva, and he slid in easily.
    Over him breathing in my ear, I heard the sound of a door opening.
    “Trevor,” I said.
    He thrust into me, hard. “I like it when you say my name.”
    “Trevor, I think someone's come in the door downstairs.”
    He grunted and thrust into me again, not just into me, but also angling up. He practically lifted me off the dresser with his cock.
    And it was the most incredible sensation.
    So much pressure, and in just the right places.
    I wrapped my legs around him and begged him to do it again.
    He did, thrusting in and lifting me up, again, and again.
    My heart pounded, my pulse crashing in my ears, throbbing in my neck.
    He thrust in again and again, and I felt his cock expanding, getting ready to come inside me.
    “Oh, Trevor,” I murmured in his ear.
    He banged into me once, twice, three more times, and then he paused, letting go. He stayed deep, lifting me up completely off the dresser, with the help of his hands on my hips, and he came, deep inside me, at the same time I did. My fingers dug into his back, through his light jacket.
    My voice choked in my throat, and I was unable to say anything, barely breathing, as the pleasure showered down through me.
    As we stopped moving, still clutching each other, I heard someone downstairs say, “Hello?”
    “Oh, shit,” he said, and he withdrew and grabbed his pants from around his feet. He shook his head and quickly did up his trousers as he walked a few steps to the wide-open door. “Just one minute, I'm with a client,” he called down.
    I was trying to get myself moving as well, but my legs were like rubber, my whole body limp and spent.
    Trevor turned back, looked at me, and said, “You okay?”
    “I'm great!”
    “I didn't hurt you?” He looked genuinely worried.
    “No,” I shook my head. “Not at all.”
    He looked relieved. “I'm sorry,” he said.
    “Don't be sorry, that was amazing.”
    He called down the stairs again to the stranger, “Be right down,” and then he