What would you do to sleep with the sexiest woman you had ever seen in your life?
"Drop your pants and I'll let you fuck me senseless in my hotel room."
From the moment she'd sauntered past the concierge desk, all eyes had followed the sway of her hips, the sleek line of her ruby-red turtleneck sweater tucked into a tight black leather harness that cinched her waist and accentuated the curve of her breasts. The black fingerless gloves, the thigh-high boots—she was a baddie. The only word that fit.
She was also Ada Wong. The only name this baddie went by.
She dangled a single hotel key card from a gloved finger. Her lips, painted the same deep red as her sweater, curved into a smirk that promised chaos.
"Drop your pants and I'll let you fuck me senseless in my hotel room."
"Tick-tock. You only have fifteen seconds to decide…ah, what was your name again?"
"L-Leon."
"And I'm Ada. Like I said, Leon," she smiled, liking the name, "you're on a timer. Eight seconds now. Drop 'em and I'll take you to my hotel room~"
Leon heard the words. He processed them. They echoed in the hollow of his skull. Drop. Your. Pants. Right here. Right now. In the middle of the Raccoon City Grand Hotel foyer, with businessmen on plush couches and a bellhop lingering by the elevator.
Was she joking? No. No way. Not with that look. Call him delusional but this chick meant it. And this chick wasn't just hot or serious, she looked rich. Like, why else would she be wearing the outfit that she was wearing? 'P-probably a model, right?'
Right.
His brain screamed a thousand protests. His body, traitorously, burned. He looked into her dark, amused eyes, and saw himself.
**'**What would you do?'
To fuck Ada Wong?
Everything. He'd do everything. Exposing his dick in front of thirty people in a hotel foyer was nothing.
His fingers went to his belt buckle. The click of the metal release led to Ada's smirk deepening. She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly to watch the show.
The belt slithered through the loops and his button popped. The zipper scritched down, tooth by tooth. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his cargo pants and his boxers, and in one graceless, heart-stopping motion, pushed them down past his hips. They pooled around his ankles.
The chill of the air-conditioned lobby hit his exposed package. He was flaccid, a state of sheer, paralyzing nervousness. His cock lay atop his sack, a modest three inches. His testicles tightened in the cool air, drawing up. He cursed a little. Wasn't it hotter and bigger when loose?
He tugged at his penis and sack once. He didn't want to seem too desperate. But nothing changed. His sack was tight as hell and wouldn't really change.
Ada's perfectly sculpted eyebrows lifted a fraction. She crossed her arms and a sigh of disappointment escaped her nose.
"Oh come now. Is this all you have?"
Leon's heart sank.
"Your penis should hang past the balls."
Cue the snickers from half the people in the foyer. A wealthy woman with pearl jewels around her neck giggled and showed her husband the three inches with her thumb and index finger. The classic small-penis sign.
Fuck.
"I-it's cold here…" Leon stammered, his voice cracking, his face on fire. He could feel a dozen eyes on his back and even heard a muffled giggle from somewhere near the potted fern.
Ada dropped into a crouch. It was fast and completely caught him off-guard. He almost took a step back and only didn't because she hummed. Ada brought her face to within an inch of his groin. Leon jolted. He could see the flawless texture of her skin, the dark fall of her hair. Her warm breath washed over the bottomside of his nutsack and the tip of his penis. He wasn't that small after all.
"Ah…cold, you say?" Ada mused in a contemplative hum. Her gloved finger came up, but she didn't touch. She just pointed, tracing the air around his small, soft cock. "Mmm. It's… petite. Neat. And your balls, Leon… they're so tight. Just little anxious nuts, all shriveled up in the AC." She looked up, her eyes meeting his from between his thighs. "Not much to work with, is it?"
"I-it gets bigger."
"Are you sure? More than five inches?"
"Yeah."
Eye contact went back down to his penis "...are you lying to me?"
"I-I'm a gr—"
"Grower, uh-huh." Ada snickered. "Sorry if I have a hard time believing. It looks like it wants to be an acorn."
Oof. There was a laugh from the lady behind the counter. Dammit, dammit! This was NOT how it was supposed to go.
A fresh wave of humiliation crashed over him. But beneath it, a spark. Her proximity, her attention, her fucking voice… his dick twitched. A feeble, hopeful pulse. The soft flesh stirred, beginning a slow, inevitable swell.
Ada saw it. Her lips parted. "Leon Junior wants my attention, hm?"
"Oh, but perhaps…your balls are big." Blink, blink. "But they're so tight…"
Twitch, twitch. The little guy lifted off the sack, if only for a moment. It wanted to rise. It wanted to get hard.
But here!? Leon tried to suppress it. Over her shoulder, he saw two young brunettes laughing at his situation. It wasn't just them, everyone thought he was pathetic for this.
"C-come on, I did what you asked, can we go now?"
"I can't say I'm impressed but…you're the only man that's actually dropped his pants. And is being a gentleman about it." She was speaking to his flaccid penis, not Leon.
Smiling, Ada rose smoothly to her feet, brushing a non-existent speck of dust from her knee. She turned, the leather of her harness straining. "Follow me." She took two steps, then paused, glancing over her shoulder. "And keep your pants down, please."
"W-wh—"
"It's a test."
She didn't wait to see if he obeyed. She just started walking, the sharp tap-tap-tap of her boot heels a command. Leon, his mind a white-noise static of panic and lust, shuffled forward, his pants and boxers hobbling his ankles.
"Pfft! Look at him!"
"That chick has him wrapped around her finger!"
"Right?"
He ignored the remarks. He had to cup his cock in one hand to keep from stumbling, the other arm windmilling for balance.
His focus was on Ada Wong. God, he looked*.* Her ass in those tight red dress was a work of art—perfectly toned, heart-shaped, each cheek moving with a hypnotic rhythm as she walked. 'Phew.' The thought was dumb, primal. 'I can't believe this is happening.'
His dick was reacting and unfurling. It wanted to get bigger. It had to get bigger. For this chick was worthy of mating. Of breeding.
Fuck, fuck…! He was getting hard…!
"Where was it again?" Getting inside the elevator, she had to think before pressing a button. Leon suspected it was all for show because of the fact that he was several steps behind and had to catch up.
"W-wait up!"
Ada's smile or gaze did not move. She curled a finger around her chin and pretended to be thinking about which floor it was, as though to ease the tension off him. It worked. He got in and she pressed the button to the tenth floor.
"Ah, that was it." She winked at him. "And I see someone kept his promise. You know, I really don't meet strong, brave men like you."
"T-thanks."
He would have liked the compliment if not for his pants being down. He was completely mortified at what was happening and what he was doing. But it was too late now and, well, it seemed like the dream was coming true. He was going to have sex with this Ada Wong woman…!
"So, how many times can you cum?"
Leon whipped over to her. "T-that's, uh…"
"Covering your dick now?"
The one hand that was hiding his modesty did not move. "Err…"
"Ha, I'm teasing." She smirked. "I suppose I'll find out, won't I? About your loads? About…" She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Everything that I need~"
Lord have mercy. Hot, spicy, badass—Ada mixed all of it together and was unquestionably the most dangerous woman he had ever met. If she told him she was an FBI agent or a part of the CIA, he'd believe her.
Throb!
Leon could only nod as the elevator dinged and she pulled away. He sucked in the remains of the perfume she left behind. Looked sexy, sounded sexy, and smelled sexy!? What did Ada Wong not have?
He gulped to himself. His dick might have been cold and soft before. Not anymore. He could feel that it was at full mast and quickly getting bigger with Ada's hips wagging side to side. She knew what she was doing. She knew her walk had that effect on men.
Without looking back, smirking, Ada led him down a plush corridor, slid the key card, and pushed the door open to a luxurious suite.
"In," Ada said, gesturing.
Leon rushed inside. The door clicked shut, sealing them in silence, in privacy. He stood there, hands still cupped over his crotch, now fully, achingly hard and trapped by his own fingers. He briefly examined the room. As he expected, it was fancy with red walls, golden tables and a bed that was twice as big as any he had seen.
Ada turned, leaning back against the door. She looked him up and down, and a laugh bubbled out of her. "Hah. Still covering up? After your little parade? Pathetic." Her voice softened, turned dangerous. "Remove your hands, Leon. Let me see what the cold did to you."
He swallowed, his throat dry. He forced his hands to drop to his sides.
There he was. Flaccid no more. His cock stood thick and full, a solid seven inches of blood-engorged erection, curving slightly upward. His balls had relaxed, hanging heavier. An impressive thing. Quite thick, particularly at the head.
Ada's eyes darkened. "Oh," she breathed, the smirk returning full force. "Looks like you did need a little warmth."
Ada pushed off the door and crossed the room. A hand went down and wrapped around the cockhead. "Ah~! Thickness for a cock goes underappreciated, doesn't it?"
"Y-yeah..."
Her hands ran along the shaft. Every inch was counted. "Seven inches...mm, certainly above average. And certainly what I had in mind." Her hand ended up on his nutsack. She caressed each testicle. "And these babies....heavy. I see the cold really does affect men."
"Y-yeah..."
He gulped. Ada flashed him a smile, then she placed a single hand on his chest and shoved. She pushed and pushed. He stumbled and stumbled and fell backwards onto the large, firm bed, bouncing once.
"A-Ada—?"
Ada was already on him, kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. She didn't use her hands. She just looked up at him, winked, and lowered her mouth to his erection.
The first touch of her lips on the head of his cock was electric, a soft, warm press. Then her tongue swirled, a hot, wet circle around the sensitive rim. Mmmph. The sound she made vibrated through him.
"Fuck," Leon gasped loudly. Ada heard it and loved it. She took him deeper, her mouth a slick vacuum. Her head began to bob, slow and deep. No hands, just the wet, tight seal of her lips and throat, the expert flick and press of her tongue underneath.
"A-Ada…!" he choked out. His hands fisted in the duvet. Every nerve ending was on fire, concentrated in the flesh she was worshiping. He could feel the back of her throat, a tight, muscular ring that welcomed him deeper with each downward plunge. Gulp! Sluuuurp!
Ada hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her eyes locked on his, watching him unravel.
It was too much. This Ada Wong, the rich Asian hottie, on her knees sucking his cock like it was her only mission. Leon hadn't jerked off in weeks. Her blowjob coalesced into a tight, burning knot at his nutsack.
"I'm gonna… Ada, I'm gonna cum!"
Ada didn't pull off. She hummed and took him deeper, her nose buried in his pubic hair. That was it.
A brutal perfect load was extracted out of him and Ada swallowed it effortlessly. Sucking and milking every last drop as he pulsed and shuddered, his back arching off the bed*.* It seemed to go on forever, wracking his whole body with intense, draining pleasure.
Leon relaxed, spent, gasping for air. The world swam. Ada pulled off with a final, soft pop.
She stayed on her knees, wiping a stray drop of spit—or was it cum?—from the corner of her mouth with a gloved thumb. She was smirking. It didn't look like she sucked him dry but she did. Oh yes, she definitely did. Somehow, Leon found this cool too*.* It was like Ada made everything cool and badass.
"Not bad for a first round," she commented. Then, to his shock, she reached out and took his still-hard, slick cock in her leather-clad hand. It was hypersensitive, throbbing, but it hadn't softened. Not a bit.
"Oh?" Ada's eyes flashed with genuine surprise and delight. She gave him a few slow, firm strokes. "Very impressive, Leon."
She turned her head and, with a soft, stinging smack, slapped his cock against her cheek. A profoundly filthy act: her elegant, composed face, cheek flattened by the weight of his erect penis, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting the tip to her skin. She held it there for a moment, her dark eyes looking up at him along its length.
Smack! She did it again on the other cheek, a little harder. "Still so fucking hard." Ada was full of wicked approval. She began to stroke him again, her grip tightening. "You're not done, are you? That little virgin load was just an appetizer. Your dick is telling me it wants to fuck now. Isn't that right?"
Leon could only groan, his dick stirring anew under her degrading words and touch.
"Tell me, Leon," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick a salty bead from the slit. "Tell me you want to fuck my tight, wet pussy with this big, fat cock. Tell me you want to feel me squeeze every inch of it while I scream your name."
It didn't matter if she was killing men or blowing them—Ada Wong was a badass.
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Ten minutes later, the only sounds in the hotel suite was the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Ada was on her hands and knees on the bed. All harnesses and black leather belts were undone. Her thigh-high boots were still on, only her red dress was lifted up. Because really, that was all that was needed in order to show her hole. In order to get fucked.
"Good boy! Good boy! You're doing SUCH a good job~!!"
His hands gripping the swell of her hips, Leon's buried all seven inches into her pussy with every driving thrust.
'God, she's tight,' was the only coherent thought in Leon's mind. 'Unbelievably, impossibly tight.' Her cunt was a slick, hot seal clamping down on him, milking his length with a greedy, muscular tension that threatened to end him right there.
"Gooood, Leon," Ada gasped, her voice stripped of its usual cool control. She dropped her forehead to the crumpled duvet, her dark hair spilling around her. "You feel that? That's my fucking pussy strangling your dick. It's so good, isn't it?"
"Y-yeah," he grunted, the word torn from him. He pulled back until just the head of his cock remained, nestled in her clutching heat, then slammed forward again.
CLAP—!
The impact made her whole body jolt. A sharp, beautiful cry was punched out of her. "Yes! Like that! Fuck me like that, you gorgeous boy. Pound this tight little cunt."
His hips found a piston-like rhythm. Clap. Clap. CLAP. Louder, better, deeper. The sounds echoed in the room, a filthy metronome of their joining. With every forward drive, Ada's perfect, round ass cheeks rippled and jiggled. Her heart-shaped ass was so hypnotic Leon felt drunk on it. The smooth, pale skin of her ass was already flushed pink from the impact.
"Harder," she demanded, pushing back against him, meeting each thrust. "Don't you dare hold back on me now. I want to feel this miracle cock tomorrow."
He leaned over her, bracing one hand beside her head, the other snaking around to cup her breast through the soft ruby dress. He fucked her with deep, grinding rolls of his hips, angling to go as deep as possible.
"There! Right there, Leon! Oh, fuck…" Ada went from intelligent taunts and arrogant praises to a string of gasped curses as he hit a spot that made her inner muscles flutter and spasm around him. "Good job! Y-you're making me—cummiiing~!!"
Her pussy was a revelation. It wasn't just tight; it was intelligent. It clenched in rhythmic waves, pulling him deeper, massaging his shaft on every withdrawal. It was like her body was trying to suck the soul right out through his cock.
"Ada… I can't… it's too much…" he groaned. The pleasure was a white-hot wire, pulled taut from his balls to the base of his skull.
"You can," Ada snarled, twisting her head to look back at him. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted. "You're going to fuck me until I scream. You're going to make this nasty, hungry pussy cum on your big, hard dick. Aren't you?"
Yes. Yes! YES! He had to! He just had to! Leon answered with a particularly savage thrust that made her cry out, her nails digging into the bedding.
"Yes! God, yes!"
Her composure was shattering. The teasing mistress was gone. This woman wanted to cum. That was all that mattered. "I'm close, Leon…!" she panted. "So close!! Don't you dare stop! Fill me up! I want to feel your seed painting my walls~!!"
Fuck, fuck! His balls tightened. The head of his cock swelled even thicker inside her, stretching her deliciously.
"I'm gonna cum…!"
"Good. Cum inside me," she ordered, her own voice breaking. "Cum deep in my tight little pussy and make me come with you. Do it now."
It was the permission, the command, that shattered him. With a final, desperate roar, Leon buried himself to the hilt, his body slumping over hers. Cum erupted from him, a hot, thick flood that painted her deepest core.
The flood of his creamy baby batter triggered Ada's own climax. She screamed. She convulsed. She LOVED it. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in vicious, rhythmic pulses. A squeezing, milking suction that tugged every last drop from his twitching shaft.
"Leon! Leeooon~!!" she sobbed, her body trembling violently beneath him. The contractions seemed to go on forever, wringing him dry, her inner muscles fluttering like a frantic heartbeat around his embedded length. "Hgngghghhh…!"
He stayed there, slumped on top of her, his cock still pulsing weakly inside her as he emptied himself. His fat balls were tight and sore, but the release was transcendent. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent of perfume, sweat, and sex.
Ada shuddered. "Oh my god…" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Again."
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