“i’ll see what i can do,” he replied while refusing to take the card. he exited.
“i have a feeling about you, claire.”
“what feeling?”
“i feel like i’ve just met the love of my life.”
“do you like that feeling?”
“i want to take you home to meet my parents.”
“i have that feeling too.”
“really?”
“and my parents are a hell of a lot closer.”
“i’d really like to meet them.”
“…and see my bedroom too?”
“claire! i’m all yours… body and soul.”
“they will like you.”
the two kissed again, and continued to kiss until the hotel manager returned six minutes later.
“we have the bridal suite ready for you, with complements from management and with hopes that if you two get married, that you will have your reception here.”
“isn’t the bride in the bridal suite?”
“no. the presidential suite was booked for them some time ago.”
“wow! roger? if we get married would you want our reception here?”
“i will leave that entirely up to you, claire darling.”
“would you like to check me out in the bridal suite?” claire whispered to roger.
“very much so,” he whispered in return.
“we’ll take it. and we promise to have our reception here if we get married within the next ten years,” claire replied to the manager.
“very good. in that case, would you like complementary champagne on ice too?”
“yes please.”
“hey claire… have you ever seen a bridal suite before?”
“no, roger. have you?”
“just look at this place. it must cost a fortune.”
“i’m sure it does, but it apparently wasn’t good enough for brenda,” laughed claire.
“what a dope. let’s get some of that champagne.”
“ok.”
“hey claire… can we play a pretend game?”
“what game?”
“can we pretend that we just got married?”
“uh… haven’t you heard that good girls don’t screw until the third date?”
“well… this is our third date. we held hands at the rehearsal. our second date was yesterday at the reception, and now it’s a new day.”
“oh. yea?… it’s great that you’re so smart.”
“and who said i wanted you to be good girl, anyway.”
“but what’s your rush?”
“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and i’m tired of being a virgin. please teach me about love and sex, claire.”
“did it ever occur to you that i might be a virgin too?”
“oh… really? are you saving your virginity for your wedding night?”
“i always imagined that i would lose my virginity in the bridal suite.”
“i think you just might,” laughed roger.
“oh claire. i just love you so much.”
“slow down there, roger.”
“i can’t help myself. i need you now.”
“ahhh.. the hell with waiting. roger me, roger. give it to me hard and slow.”
“ohhh claire!!”
“unnnhhh!! god that hurts… but don’t stop. ohhh! don’t you dare stop!”
“i’m going to cum soon.”
“so soon? cum on my tits… oh god! i feel you squirting. ohhh! pull out! …more? oh no! …still more?”
roger pressed into claire hard as he made multiple deep deposits. claire could feel them all.
“unnnh!! too late claire…. sorry… too late. kiss me!”
claire kissed roger with utter passion as she lay sprawled beneath him filled with his seminal fluid.
“you’re not supposed to get me pregnant, you dummy!” claire gasped beating him on his back with her fists.
“i’ll stand by you if i do,” promised roger.
“i believe that you would.”
“uhhh. should we stop?” worried roger.
“hell no! i haven’t cum yet. fuck me again and again… all night long.”
“as you wish.”
the presidential suite
“oh mrs. eaton… i’ve got something for you.”
“again? so soon?”
“i’ll never get enough of you.”
“can i be on top this time?”
“go for it, amy”
“oh brad. i’ve dreamt of this night. it’s just so perfect!”
————————– end part 4 —————————-
part 5 — crime and punishment
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