Man in the Mansion Part 1 (Reader suggestion)

I can't believe the house when I pulled up to it. "Woa." I chuckle to myself. I park in front of the red-brick mansion, white Greek columns, in front of it. I ring the bell, he Opens and waved me in. My 'special' friend. "You made it." He smiled. I nodded, nervous, we had met once before. The door clicks, I feel his hands around my waist. "I am so glad you came." He whisperes, sliding his hands into my shorts. "I have missed you." He kissed up and down my neck. "That smooth, hairless body, masculine, but so willing to be my little girl." I can hear his smirk.

He turns me, pushes me into the door, he puts his hands on either side of me, leaning into me, kissing my neck. I slowly tilt my neck, he chuckles, as he kisses the newly exposed neck. His hands slide around my waist again, into my shorts. "I have missed you." His hands push my underwear and shorts off. "My wife just didn't feel this good." I feel what I know is the tip of his cock, push into my cheeks. I try to pretend that he isn't married, the first few times we met, he claimed to be out of town, we met in his hotel room.

It wasn't until the third or fourth time, he told me, and it was too late, his gentle touch, his warm peppery smell, I had to have him, the little things, like room service at 2 AM, and the little gifts. "This place, is for us, No more hotels." He whispers. He pushes into my hole, I feel it stretch open, still denying both of us what we want. I moan, he grunts, sliding in me, leaning against me pushing me into the door, I know for the next few hours, I will be his reason to exist, I am forever his.