The Reunion

I could hardly believe my eyes-after five long years, there he was: my ex-boyfriend, standing in the midst of a buzzing hotel bar. Even with the throng of people around us, he was unmistakable.

His broad shoulders and tousled brown hair caught my attention immediately. Tattoos snaked down his arms, hinging at stories I had yet to hear; it was surreal seeing him again after so long. The last time we were Together, I was just eighteen, and he had shattered my heart in a way that still stung.

As I stood there debating whether I should risk walking over to him or just make a quick exit, I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my arm. I turned, my heart racing, only to find Parker right beside me. The sea of ​​memories flooded my mind–I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even seen him come from the bar.

“Long time no see, Jess!” Parker exclaimed with a warm grin and pulled me into an enveloping hug. I inhaled deeply, the rich scent of pine washed over me, igniting asurge of nostalgia that I wasn’t ready for.

“Hi, Parker! I definitely wasn’t expecting to bump into you here,” I managed to reply, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace before I got lost in his warmth.

“Yeah, I’m here for work,” he said, nodding towards his colleagues at the bar. “We’re in town for a conference.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s wild!” I exclaimed, my excitement bubble over. “I’m here for the same conference!”

“No way!” he replied, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes! The National Marketing Conference?” I asked, my heart doing a little dance.

“Exactly! It’s like the universe has a plan for us,” Parker said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Oh really? What do you think the universe is trying to say?” I asked, my voice dipping into a playful, sultry tone.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, and the familiar pine scent wrapped around me once more. “Maybe it’s telling us we should give it another shot…”

“Parker,” I half-moaned, half-whispered, as his hands found their way to my lower back, his lips brushing tantalizingly close to my neck.

“Maybe we should take this upstairs?” he purred in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded eagerly, words escaping me as excitement coursed through me. Parker took my hand, and we surged towards the bar’s exit, the thrill of what was to come swirling around us like electricity.

We raced to the elevator and the doors slide shut behind us, a rush of anticipation filled the air, electrifying the space between us, Parker pulled me in and started kissing me. A whirlwind of butterflies danced wildly in my stomach, and my mind raced to keep up with the incredible speed of everything unfolding around me!

One minute, I’m on my way to the bar, savoring the end of a long day of travel, and the next, I’m caught in a whirlwind of password, locked in a steamy kiss with my ex-boyfriend in a cramped elevator.

He was grabbing my ass intensely, so aggressively it hurt. My pussy began to throb as the kiss became more password. It was like we could not get close enough to each other.

Ding!

We had ascended to the 12th floor, and Parker grabbed my hand again, leading me towards his hotel room with an air of anticipation. My heart raced, and a grin stretched across my face–I was buzzing with excitement.

As we reached his door, Parker unlocked it, and he welcomed me inside. I was instantly struck by how much larger his room was compared to mine, complete with a stunning view of the city skyline. In the center of the room was an enormous king-size bed, and right by the entrance was a cozy little bar, adding to the charm of the space. I felt like I had stepped into a scene from a movie.

I had no time to process everything about the room because soon Parker was wrapping me into another kiss–except this time, he was unbuttoning my blouse.

“Is this okay?” He asked me while intently looking into my eyes.

“Yes,” I responded, breathless.

He ripped the rest of my blouse off and quickly unclasped my bra. Parker began to grab my huge tits aggressively, and he started to kiss them all over.

He began to roll my nipples in between his pointer fingers and his thumbs. “I missed your tits, baby,” He said, “They were always so sensitive.”

Then, he started to suck on my nipples and lightly bite them. I moaned loudly, and he smiled at me and said, “Yes, baby, let everyone hear you,”

I kept moaning, and he kept sucking until, suddenly, he stopped.

“Do you still like to be tied up?” Parker asked me.

“Yes, sir,” I said meekly. He smiled when he heard me say, sir. He used to love it when I called him that.

He strode confidently to the massive closet, excitement bubble within me as he yanked out a sleep black leather duffel bag. My heart raced with thrill as Parker set the bag down on the pristine white sheets of the bed. With a teasing grin, he started to unfurl some black rope, and I could practically feel the tension in the air build to a breaking point.

“I brought my bag with me… just in case,” He said with a wink. Then, he pushed me down onto the bed next to his leather bag. I was lying on my stomach as he pulled my wrists together behind my back.

He grabbed my hips and pushed my body onto the bed so that my feet were no longer touching the floor. Then, he roughly grabbed my ankles and tied them together with the black rope.

My pussy was already dripping, and Parker hadn’t even touched me there yet. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them up so they were close to my wrists. He pulled another black rope out of his bag and tied my arms and legs together behind my back so that I was hog-tied.

“I remember this used to be Your favorite position, baby,” Parker said as he rubbed my body in random places. He is teasing me because he knows how much I love being hog-tied–especially by him.

He pulled my head up by my long hair and kissed me on the lips. He lightly pushed his tongue into my mouth and gently bit my lower lip. I was moaning into his mouth, and he released his hand from my hair and dropped my head back on the bed.

I heard Parker start looking for something in his bag, and then I listened to the vibrator sound. “Look at my slutty little girl, all tied up and ready to cum,” Parker hummed as he began to stroke my slit with one of his thick fingers.

“You still get so wet, such a slutty girl,” Parker said and spanked the side of my ass.

“Please, sir, please, touch me more,” I moaned helped.

Parker laughed and spread my legs further apart so that he could better see my pink, wet pussy. I felt the vibrator gently start to rub up and down my pussy.

I tried to wiggle so that the vibrator would rub me harder, and Parker slapped my ass again. “Bad slut, stay still,” Parker ordered, and I obeyed.

He changed the setting of the vibrator, and it began to vibrate more aggressively as he circled my clip. Parker circled my clip slowly at first, and then he started to get faster and faster.

I was moaning uncontrollably at this point when Parker changed the setting of the vibrator again. The vibrator started to pulse, and Parker pressed it directly on my clip. I began to pull on my restraints, but they wouldn’t budget.

“Please let me cum, sir,” I moaned.

“Keep begging, and I’ll think about it,” Parker answered.

“Please, sir, I’ll do anything you want me to do. I want to cum for you so bad, sir,” I begged.

“Cum whore,” Parker said, and I immediately unraveled. I squirted all over his hands and the sheets. I knew Parker was watching me as I let the waves of my orgasm wash over me.

Parker got a fluffy towel from the bathroom and repeatedly cleaned me up while whispering, “Good girl.” He slowly untied me, and I released a disappointed whine.

“Don’t worry, baby, I think you’ll like this next part,” Parker purred as he flipped me over onto my back. He pulled out nipple clamps from his bag and gently placed them on my nipples. My nipples immediately burned with pleasure.

Parker unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He reached into his pants and pulled out his giant, perfect cock. I missed his cock so much over the years that I almost came again just at the sight of it.

Parker smiled at me as if he could read my mind and pulled my legs onto his shoulders. He kissed my ankles and my legs. He started to guide his dick into my wet pussy.

He pushed the tip in, and I tried to squirm deeper on his dick. He tugged on my nipple clamps roughly. “Stay still slut,” Parker told me as he continued to slowly enter my pussy.

Finally, he was in, and I could feel my pussy stretch to fit his length. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me quickly. Pounding into me aggressively, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

“You’re my slut, say it,” Parker grown.

“I’m your slut,sir,” I moaned.

Parker fucked me harder.

“You only exist so that I can fill you with my cum,” Parker said.

“Yes, sir,” I responded.

Parker then started to pound me so hard that I forget how to breathe. His fingers were digging into my hips so intensely that I wondered if I would have bruises there tomorrow.

“Beg for my cum, baby,” Parker whispered.

“Please cum in me, sir; I want your cum so badly. It’s been so long. I need it, sir,” I began Parker.

“I’m cumming” Parker nearly yelled as he released his load into my pussy. He laid down on me afterward, and I wrapped my legs around his back and began to scratch it slowly with my fingernails.

He moaned and pulled the nipple clamps off my tits. I gasped as the blood rushed to my nipples. He smiled and kissed me.

“I missed you, baby,” Parker whispered.

“I miss you too, sir,” I said.