Chapter 283......
Neo bit down lightly on Cal’s ear, his breath hot against the soft skin. "Since you work as a maid," he said, voice low and steady, "you know the job. Cleaning. Cooking. And sex. All of it."
Cal’s face flushed deep red. She looked at him, eyes wide, mind racing. If she said no, her son would lose a good customer. The hotel needed every one. She nodded once, quiet and quick.
Neo teleported them both straight into the room. One second they stood in the hallway; the next he had her on her back on the wide bed. He pulled every piece of her clothes off without hurry, leaving her naked under the soft light. He stared. He could not help it. Her body was sinful in the best way. Massive breasts that sat heavy and full, a narrow waist that still showed the soft curve of a woman who had carried a child, a little extra flesh that made her look warm and real instead of sharp. Her hips were the widest he had ever seen, thick and fertile, made for holding. Her ass spilled out against the sheets the moment she settled, soft and fat and inviting.
He stripped himself next. Shirt, pants, everything. His cock rose hard and heavy, fourteen inches of thick meat standing straight up. Cal’s eyes locked on it. She gulped hard.
"My husband was never this big," she whispered.
She lifted her legs, parted them wide, and showed him everything. Her pussy lips were already flushed red, open and wet. Neo grinned. He leaned in, buried his face between her thighs, and went to work. His tongue dragged slow and deep over her folds, then pushed inside, pressing against the soft walls. He licked every inch he could reach, tasting her, learning her. When he found her clit he sucked it between his lips and bit down gently, just enough pressure to make her jolt.
Cal moaned loud. Her hands flew to his head, fingers sinking into his hair. Her thick hips opened even wider, giving him more room. Neo kept going, tongue working hard, wet sounds filling the quiet room—*slurp, lick, suck*—until her whole body locked up. She came hard, a strong rush of juice flooding his mouth. He drank every drop, throat working as he swallowed.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked his lips clean. "Your juices taste delicious."
He did not stop. He went right back in, tongue pushing deep again, chasing the next one. Cal’s thick thighs clamped around his head, locking him in place. Her second orgasm hit even harder. Another thick jet of her release filled his mouth. He swallowed that too, then eased back just enough to look at her.
Her body had gone soft and loose. Her breathing came rough and fast. Her pussy stayed open and relaxed, glistening.
Neo moved up, lined his cock with her entrance, and pushed in. The head stretched her wide. He groaned at the tight heat that gripped him. Inch by inch he sank deeper until the tip kissed her cervix. He held there a second, feeling her walls flutter around the full length of him, then started thrusting.
He watched everything. Her heavy breasts bounced and slapped together with every hard drive of his hips. Her wide fertile hips shook. Sweat started to shine across her skin, making her look even softer under the light. The wet sound of skin meeting skin—*clap, clap, clap*—filled the room along with her loud moans and his low grunts.
Outside in the hallway the owner walked past. He slowed near the door. He heard a man’s low grunt, the steady creak of the bed, the wet slap of bodies, and a woman’s sharp moan that sounded too much like his mother. He stood there a moment, brow furrowed. Then he shook his head hard.
Must be hearing things. Hallucination. His mother was home right now, probably pulling an apple pie out of the oven. He kept walking.
Inside the room Neo kept driving into Cal’s tight pussy without slowing. She moaned louder, hands sliding over the hard ridges of his abs. This was the best sex she had ever felt. After her husband died she had been lonely for a long time. Some nights the emptiness got so sharp she ordered a dildo online and used it in the dark. That toy had never come close to this. Neo’s cock split her open, thick and hot and alive, filling every space inside her. It reached places the toy never touched. It dragged across spots that made her see white. She could feel the veins along his shaft rubbing her walls with every stroke, reshaping her from the inside out.
Neo kept thrusting, deep and steady, enjoying the wet grip of her pussy around him. The heat. The way she squeezed when he bottomed out. The soft give of her body under his hands. He looked down at the manly frame of his own body—muscled legs braced wide, thick arms holding his weight, broad shoulders rolling with each thrust—and at the soft feminine shape of her under him, breasts bouncing, hips rolling to meet him, sweat sliding between them.
Cal’s eyes stayed locked on him. She saw the hard lines of his chest, the way sweat ran down the V of his hips, the thick cock that disappeared into her again and again. She felt every ridge, every vein, every powerful drive. Her moans turned dirty without her meaning to.
"Fuck... so deep... harder, please..."
Neo answered with a deeper thrust that made the bed rock. "Take it. All of it."
She did. Her walls fluttered and clenched. More wet sounds. More skin on skin. More of that perfect tight heat that made him grit his teeth and keep going.
She had always dreamed of working as a maid. After her husband passed she had nothing waiting at home, so she took the job in her son’s hotel just to fill the days and watch the different faces that came through. Men had tried to flirt. Most of them backed off the second they learned whose mother she was. Neo never backed off. He took what he wanted. A secret part of her loved that he did.
Neo kept driving into her, hips snapping, the wet *plap-plap-plap* of their bodies loud in the room. He felt every trace of the veins on his cock dragging along her soft walls the best she could. And then Neo kept thrusting in her the best he could he kept enjoy the feeling of her pussy.