Cheating wife's Despair

Samuel sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his body leaning back into the soft sheets, his mechanical limbs temporarily dormant and hidden beneath the pale skin of his arms. The faint glow of the city lights seeped through the curtains, casting shadows over the room. Him and his partner's Clothes were scattered across the floor in a chaotic trail leading to the bed fully n*ked with Willow.

Willow, a striking woman with an air of quiet confidence, lay beside him, her hair splayed over the pillow like a dark halo.

Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she propped herself up on one elbow, studying Samuel with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Samuel: "How does it feel,"

Samuel (asked, his voice low and teasing): "whenever I call you?"

Willow's smirk widened, and she let out a soft laugh, her eyes meeting his.

Willow : "Even though you gave me money for my services,"

She began, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm,

Willow: "it feels like I'm the lucky one."

Samuel chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned closer to her.

Samuel: "Well,I'm the luckiest guy in the room, then. Truly honored to get your services, Willow."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the faint blush that crept into her cheeks.

Willow: "You've got a way with words, Red,"

she teased, using the name he had come to accept as his own.

As the conversation tapered off, Samuel's movements became more deliberate, his touches growing more fervent.

Willow gasped, her confidence faltering momentarily as she felt the intensity in him. It wasn't just physical—there was something deeper, something raw, like a storm raging just beneath the surface of his skin.

Samuel: "Tell me,what does it feel like to be here... right now?"

Willow hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his question, masked as it was by his confident tone. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the scarred skin on his chest, where flesh met machinery.

Willow: "It feels like,you're running from something... or chasing it. I can't tell which."

Samuel's smirk faltered for just a second, a flicker of something unspoken crossing his face. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the hardened mask he always wore.

He replied while sucking her N*poles.

Samuel: "Maybe it's both,Maybe it doesn't matter."

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast flickering shadows over the room, dancing across the walls as the air grew heavier with each passing moment.

Samuel's mechanical arms gripped the headboard with a calculated yet feral strength, a sharp contrast to the soft skin beneath them. Willow, breathless and flushed, let out a laugh that was equal parts amusement and challenge.

As Samuel moved faster inside her, his intensity almost overwhelming, a deep, guttural laugh escaped his lips, reverberating through the room. It wasn't just a sound—it was an expression of power, control, and something raw that had been buried inside him for far too long.

Leaning closer, his lips brushed against her ear as he smirked, his voice low and laced with mischief.

Samuel: "Tell me, Willow, how does it feel... to be completely devoured by me?"

Willow gasped, arching into him as her hands ran across the scarred flesh of his back.

Despite the smirk that played on her lips, her eyes held something deeper—a flicker of intrigue, of submission to a man whose intensity was unlike anything she'd ever known.

She tightened her grip on his shoulders, meeting his gaze with a challenging smile.

Willow: "Eaten? Ahhh...It feels like being consumed by a storm I never want to escape."

Samuel's smirk deepened, his laughter filling the room once more. There was something intoxicating about the control, the way he could command not just her body but the very air around them. He leaned down, his mechanical arm brushing the sheets as he held her close, his grin wide and dangerous.

Samuel: "Good,Because I don't plan to let you escape."

As he moved his Di*k faster and deeper inside her, each movement precise yet feral, his smirk widened, the faint glint of madness in his eyes lighting up the dimly lit space.

Willow, her body trembling beneath him, clung to the edges of control, her breaths quick and shallow. But Samuel wasn't letting her slip away into silence. Not tonight.

Leaning down, his lips hovered inches from hers, his voice low, commanding, and dripping with amusement.

Samuel: "Come on, Willow,Moan for me. Let me hear it. Show me why they call you the best in bed."

Willow's breath hitched as her hands instinctively gripped his arms, her nails digging into the cool metal of his mechanical limbs. She said

Willow: "Ohhh F*ck me like you F*ck those Nightcreatures!!!"

The contrast between the warmth of his body and the cold, unyielding metal sent shivers through her. Her lips parted, and the soft, involuntary sounds escaped her before she could stop them, each one like music to Samuel's ears.

Samuel: "That's it,Louder, Willow. I want the whole damn hotel to know who owns this moment."

Willow couldn't help but obey, her voice rising as she surrendered completely to the force of him, her body and mind lost in the storm he created.

Samuel, ever the predator, soaked it all in like fuel to a fire from her Nipples, his laughter deep and dark as he claimed control over every second of their encounter.

As the moments stretched into an eternity, Samuel felt the power coursing through him. This wasn't just about pleasure—it was about dominance, about proving to himself that he could take what he wanted, when he wanted, and leave nothing in his wake but submission and chaos.

As Willow C*me in front of him, Samuel leaned in once more, his lips brushing against her ear, his smirk now softer but no less dangerous.

Samuel: "Good girl,Now, don't forget who brought you to this."