The secret in the hotel room

It was room 1707, on the top floor of a five-star hotel in the heart of Bucharest.
No one knew what was happening there that night. No one except me and the man who had paid me an obscene amount just to keep the secret.
When I entered, the air was already charged. The light was very dim, just a bedside lamp and the city lights filtering through the half-drawn curtains. He was standing by the window, his back to me. His white shirt was unbuttoned, his black pants fit perfectly on his tall, strong body.
— Close the door, he said without turning around. And leave the key on the table.
I listened. My heart was already beating fast between my thighs.
He turned slowly. His gaze scanned me from head to toe like a warm caress. The short, tight dress I was wearing barely covered the edge of the black lace of my stockings.
— Take off your clothes. Very slowly. I want to see every inch.
I began to unzip my dress, letting it slide down my body. My breasts were exposed first, my nipples already hard with arousal. Then my hips, the curve of my buttocks, until I was left only in black stockings and high heels.
He approached me without haste. He turned me to face the wall, took my hands and pinned them above my head.
— Tonight this room has only one secret, he murmured near my ear, and his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. The secret is how loud you will scream for me.
His fingers slid down my back, over the curve of my buttocks, then between my legs. I moaned softly as he felt how wet and hot I already was.
— So ready… he whispered contentedly.
He turned me around suddenly, lifted me in his arms and sat me down on the large marble desk. He spread my legs wide and dropped to his knees. Without warning, his mouth pressed against my sex. His hot tongue began to lick me greedily, sucking my swollen clitoris, entering deep inside me, then up again, fast and greedy.
I screamed with pleasure. His thick fingers entered me at the same time, moving in perfect rhythm with his mouth. He licked me like a hungry man, mercilessly, until my legs shook violently and my first orgasm hit me like lightning. I cried out loudly, my body arching against the desk as he continued to devour me, prolonging the pleasure until I began to tremble uncontrollably.
He wouldn’t let me rest.
He picked me up, turned my back on him, and leaned me over the desk. I felt the thick, hot head of his cock push itself between my wet lips. It entered in one deep thrust, all the way. I moaned long and hard—it was big, thick, filling me completely.
He began to take me hard. The thrusts were deep, fast, almost brutal. His hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back, while the other held me firmly by my hip.
“Harder,” he ordered hoarsely. I want to hear you lose yourself.
Each thrust hit me exactly where it needed to be. The sound of skin hitting each other filled the room, mixed with my desperate moans and his heavy breathing. My second orgasm came quickly, violently, making me scream his name without knowing what it was.
He turned me over again, lifted me onto the desk, and put my legs on his shoulders. He went deeper, staring into my eyes as he penetrated me nonstop. Sweat dripped down our skin. My breasts heaved with each hard thrust.
“Finish it for me,” he growled. Now.
The orgasm tore through me. I screamed, my nails digging into his back, my body contracting violently around his cock. He moaned deeply, animalistically, and poured into me in long, hot spasms, filling me completely as he held me against him.
We stayed like that for a few long minutes, our heavy breaths mingling, our bodies still joined.
He kissed my sweaty neck and whispered in my ear, his voice low and dangerous:
— The secret of room 1707… is that I’m going to make you come back tomorrow night. And it’s going to be even worse for you.
I smiled weakly, still trembling in his arms.
— Then… I can’t wait to find out what other secrets this room holds.