The Devil's Pawn

He couldn’t open the door fast enough.

Trenton had rented out a hotel room six floors above the dance going on below us. He
gave a frustrated grunt as the light turned red again.

I curled my fingers around his hand, pulling it away, “Can’t get it in?”

He smirked, trailing his free hand down my back, “Trust me, Sweet Cheeks. I won’t have
any problems in a few minutes.”

I giggled, slipping the plastic key slowly into the slot. The light lit up green as I pulled
out. Trenton threw the door open, giving me a push inside.

“Ouch, Trent.” I grinned, glancing of my shoulder at him.

He had a lustful smirk across his face as he kicked the door closed with his foot,
walking towards me. Trenton’s hands gripped my hips as he pushed me up against the
back wall roughly. His lips moved until they were mere inches away from my own.

I could feel his warm breath on my lips as he spoke.

“I want that dress off.”

I pouted, “Don’t you think it’s pretty?”

“It would look prettier on the floor.”

Trenton pushed me against the wall roughly. I let out a gasp of pain, but he quickly
silenced me. His lips moved against my own as he kissed me greedily, sloppily. Trenton’s
tongue moved with mine as his arms slid up and down my own. My fingers curled tightly
around the collar of his tux as I tugged him closer to me.

He pulled away quickly, grabbing my upper arms. Trenton spun me around, pressing
my body against the front of the wall. It was rough against my skin. My head was turned, eyes
staring at the blank wall across from his.

His fingers ran smoothly down my back as he did more than just kiss my shoulders.
His teeth nipped and bit lightly at the skin. A few noises slipped out of my mouth as he did
that. My body tensed in enjoyment with each nip.

Trenton’s fingers found the zipper, pulling down slowly with one hand. The other trailed
down my back slowly. In his trail, goose bumps rose down my body. The zipper stopped just
at the bottom of my lower back.

Trenton slipped his arms around me on the inside of my tight dress. His hands moved
to cup my breasts, squeezing tightly. He grunted, kissing my neck. I turned to give him a
better angle at it as my body pressed back against him.

“You feel so good in my hands.” He whispered seductively.

I bit my lip as he spun me back around, lowering the top of the dress. Trenton slid it
down my body, roughly pulling it over my hips. He pulled his hands away, exposing my bare
nipples to the cool air of the hotel room.

I stood in nothing but a pair of white panties. Trenton eyed me hungrily, his eyes
focusing on my breasts. I moved to cover, but he gripped my wrists, pulling them apart.

“No.” His voice was animalistic, controlling.

I liked it.

“Strip me.”

He let go of my wrists slowly. Nervously, I pulled on the tie around his neck, unloosening
it. With careful attention, my fingers moved slowly down his shirt, unbuttoning each one.
Trenton grunted with impatience at my pace.

I ran my hands up his bare chest, moving to his shoulders. Slowly, I slid my hands
down his arms, taking the top clothing off as well.

Trenton forced himself against me. I could feel my hardened nipples poking into his
chest as he squished my breasts painfully.

Trenton’s fingers slipped around the sides of my panties, tugging gently.

I fiddled with the button on his pants, trying to pull it off as quickly as I could. Whatever
patience I had before was lost once I felt him poking me in the leg. My body trembled with
excitement as I tugged off his pants.

Trenton’s hands moved to grip my ass, lifting me up.

I let out a squeal in surprise, but he wasted no time turning me and throwing me onto
the bed. I bounced painfully onto it as I landed, legs spread.

Trenton had stripped to his boxers, crawling on top of me. He hovered above me for a
moment, staring at my eyes. His hands grabbed onto my thighs, lifting them up as his
fingers pulled down the edges of my panties.

My arms reached back, gripping the pillow as he tugged off my panties, flinging them to
the side. They fell onto the edge of the windowsill, hanging there. I didn’t care. Trenton
wrapped my legs around his body, pressing me against him.

I could feel myself becoming increasingly warmer at the touch of his skin. He leaned
forward, trailing his nose gently up my skin. Trenton stopped in the valley of my breasts, his
hands rising to cup each one. I felt his lips kissing a trail up to my neck, searching for my
sweet spot.

His hands kneaded my breasts gently, squeezing tightly. My breathing accelerated as
his lips kissed the side of my neck. He sucked softly.

Trenton’s body moved in a thrusting motion around mine. My leg muscles tightened
around him, holding him captive against me.

He moved his head to take a nipple into his mouth. His hands slid down, pulling me
away from his body.

Gently, slowly, he played with my clit, rubbing it between his fingers. My heartbeat sped
up as I gripped the pillow’s sides tighter. Trenton’s teeth tugged at my nipple roughly, his
tongue rolling over to soften it.

I could feel myself getting moist quickly. Trenton’s thumb rubbed in circles around my
clit, his other finger running up and down the length of my cunt.

“Oh my… Trenton…” I breathed out, my voice coming in pants down.

He pulled away, slipping off his own boxers. My hips twitched already missing his hand.
He smirked deviously, leaning his head down.

I felt his tongue run up the length of me, teasing my clit painfully. I let out a moan as I
could feel something building up in side of me. He felt so good against my skin. So
incredibly amazing.

Trenton pulled away again, reaching onto the floor. It didn’t take a genius to realize what
he was doing. I heard the wrapper rip off and he quickly started to slide the condom around
his throbbing cock. I sat up abruptly.

“Wait.” My hands curled over his as the condom was halfway over.

He looked up, frozen.

I pushed his hands away, taking the rolled edges of latex between my fingers and
rolling it on. My eyes roamed over his member, completely elongated by now. Trenton’s
breathing faltered slightly as I slowly slid a finger down his length.

He pushed me back, climbing on top.

Trenton’s face hovered a few inches above mine, his eyes staring into mine, “It’s going
to hurt. Not going to lie. But I’m not going to stop.”

I nodded, my fingers tangled in his hair. I could feel the tip of him poking into my hole,
tempting me. I was out of breath, too excited to pay attention to his words.

Trenton pressed his lips against mine quickly before thrusting inside.