Chapter 38 The Getaway Night

Darrian knew how stressed his wife was, so while they chatted. He asked her if she would like a getaway night with him and she nodded. When all three kids were tucked in and a story was read to them they were asleep at about eight. Darrian called grandpa Martin to get him updated on the evening plans. Hannah messaged the Nanny as well.  The happy couple stole away quietly in the night.

The penthouse was a symphony of muted luxury,deep crimson drapes swaying lazily in the breeze from the open balcony, the scent of sandalwood and something darker, muskier, clinging to the air. The city sprawled beneath them, a glittering carpet of neon and ambition, but neither Hannah nor Darrian spared it a glance. Their attention was locked on each other, the space between them charged with the kind of electricity that made skin prickle and breath catch.

Hannah moved first. The silk of her negligee clung to her curves like a second skin, the deep V of the neckline barely containing the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with every sharp inhale. Her nipples were already hard, pressing against the delicate fabric, betraying the heat pooling between her thighs. She could feel it, the wet, insistent ache of her pussy, the way her clit throbbed with every step she took toward him. Her fingers twitched at her sides, resisting the urge to touch herself right then and there, to sink two fingers into her own slick folds and ease the pressure building inside her. But no. She wanted him to do it. Wanted his hands, his mouth, his cock buried deep inside her until she forgot her own name.

Darrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the carpet. The faint glow of the city lights painted his sharp cheekbones in gold, but it was the bulge in his slacks that drew Hannah’s gaze like a magnet. Thick, heavy, the fabric straining to contain him. She could almost taste him already, the salt of pre-cum on her tongue, the weight of his shaft pressing against the back of her throat. Her lips parted, a slow exhale escaping her as she stopped just inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

“You’re already hard for me,” she murmured, her voice a smoky purr. She didn’t wait for an answer. Her fingers trembled as she reached for his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle undoing sharp in the quiet room. The zipper followed, the sound of it lowering a slow, deliberate tease. And then, there he was. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the scent of him, musky, male, intoxicating, filling her senses. Hannah’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the sight. She couldn’t resist anymore. Her hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers pressing against the damp silk of her negligee, rubbing slow, tight circles over her clit. A whimper escaped her, her hips rocking into her own touch.

Darrian’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes burning as they tracked the movement of her hand. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re gonna make yourself come just looking at me?”

Hannah didn’t answer. Instead, she sank to her knees, the plush carpet soft beneath her. The cool air kissed her exposed thighs as the negligee rode up, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the throbbing cock in front of her, the way it twitched as she leaned in, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at the bead of pre-cum, savoring the bitter-salt tang of him. Darrian’s fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding her yet, but the promise was there, the promise of control, of being used exactly how he wanted.

She took him into her mouth without warning, her lips stretching around his girth as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deep. Her throat opened for him, the muscles fluttering as she swallowed around the head, her nose pressing against the crisp hair at the base of his shaft. Darrian groaned, a low, guttural sound, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Hannah moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. Her hands gripped his ass, her nails digging into the firm flesh as she pulled him closer, taking him deeper, her throat working around him.

“Fuck, just like that,” Darrian hissed, his voice strained. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her now, setting a rhythm, slow, deep strokes that had her gagging around him, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. But she didn’t pull away. She loved this, the way he used her mouth, the way his cock hit the back of her throat with every thrust, the way she could feel him swelling even more, his balls drawing up tight. She was so wet, her pussy dripping, the silk of her negligee stuck to her skin. One of her hands abandoned his ass, slipping between her thighs again, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing in frantic circles as she sucked him off.

Darrian’s breath came in sharp gasps, his hips stuttering as she worked him. “Enough,” he growled suddenly, yanking her off his cock with a wet pop. Hannah gasped, her lips swollen, her chin glistening with saliva. Before she could protest, he hauled her to her feet, his hands rough as he spun her around and pressed her against the cold glass of the window. The city lights blurred beyond the glass, the heat of her body fogging the surface as she pressed her forehead against it. The contrast was delicious, the chill of the window against her flushed skin, the way her breath fogged the glass as she panted.

Darrian didn’t waste time. His hands were under her negligee in an instant, the fabric bunching around her waist as he exposed her, her ass bare, her pussy already glistening, her thighs slick with arousal. His fingers found her without hesitation, two of them plunging into her tight, dripping hole. Hannah cried out, her nails scraping against the glass as he curled his fingers inside her, stroking that spot that made her see stars. “So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Always so ready to take my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,fuck,” Hannah gasped, her hips bucking back against his hand. His fingers pumped in and out of her, the sound obscene, wet and sloppy. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight, punishing circles that had her legs shaking. She was so close, her orgasm coiling tight in her belly, but before she could tip over the edge, Darrian pulled his fingers free, leaving her empty, aching.

She didn’t have time to complain. His cock was there a second later, the thick head pressing against her entrance. Hannah arched her back, pushing against him, desperate to feel him inside her. Darrian didn’t make her wait. He thrust forward in one smooth motion, filling her completely, stretching her around his girth. Hannah screamed, her fingers splaying against the glass as he bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her clit.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Darrian groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled back and slammed into her again, the force of it driving the air from her lungs. Hannah could only moan, her body rocking with every thrust, her tits bouncing with the impact. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths, the wet squelch of her pussy taking his cock over and over.

Darrian leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. “You love this, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark caress. “I love being my little slut, taking my cock like a good girl.” His hand snaked around her throat, not choking her, just holding her there, reminding her who was in control. Hannah whimpered, her pussy clenching around him, her body betraying how much she loved his filthy words.

“Yes,harder,” she begged, her voice breaking. Darrian didn’t need to be told twice. His hips snapped forward, his cock pistoning into her with brutal precision. Every thrust hit that spot inside her that made her vision white out, her nails digging into the glass as she tried to hold on. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure unbearable, her body tightening like a coiled spring.

Darrian must have felt it too. His breath came in sharp gasps, his cock swelling inside her. “Gonna fill you up, baby,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. “Gonna mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

That was all it took. Hannah came with a broken cry, her pussy clamping down around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her legs gave out, but Darrian held her up, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep groan, he pulled out, his cock jerking as thick ropes of cum sprayed across her back, hot and sticky, marking her just like he promised. Hannah shuddered, her body still trembling from her orgasm, her skin slick with sweat and his cum.

They collapsed together, Darrian’s back hitting the carpet as he pulled her down with him. Hannah sprawled across his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding against his. The city lights twinkled beyond the window, silent witnesses to the raw, unbridled passion that had just consumed them. Darrian’s fingers traced lazy patterns up and down her spine, his cock still half-hard against her thigh.

“Fuck,” Hannah breathed, her voice hoarse. “We’re gonna need to do that again.”

Darrian chuckled, the sound of a dark rumble in his chest. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her ass possessively. “We’re just getting started.”