A Love So wrong
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BETH. If I closed my eyes, I would still see him. The way his eyes sparkled when he spoke to me, the way his eyes rolled into their sockets when he was about to finish into me and the way his every touch lit up every part of me like electricity. I had wished to the universe to bring him back to me and the universe listened, only that he was brought back as my bestfriend's man and that makes him off limit. Or does it? TONY. I remember her. Why wouldn't I? The same girl that made me have such an overwhelming feeling I'd never felt such that I had to just take off immediately? Her red dress was still etched on my memory, so was her face as I pounded in and out of her with ecstasy. I felt it, whatever it was, I do not know but I felt it and I do not like it, so I left. It seemed like the best option. I remember her but I don't want to, so I'll pretend not to. I love Lara now, I want my future with her and that was a past before her, the past should stay in the past, right? ________________ Well, let us start from the very beginning, it all started with a one night stand.
Tonight, I'm going to get fucked.
Not just by anyone but a total stranger. I don’t care who. I don’t care where.
I just need to get my miserable loveless life out of my head.
I walked into the club sauntering gracefully, or at least, I think I am. I was dressed in a classy red gown that stopped just above my mid thighs, it revealed a huge amount of my cleavage just like I wanted and my black sandal heels hung around my legs so perfectly well.
Afer I took my seat and finished ordering for my drinks, I felt a consistent pair of eyes on me and I was forced to look in that direction to see who it was and what I saw was jawdropping.
His physical appearance had something to do with it. He was handsome, shockingly so. Unfairly so. Probably the most beautiful man I had ever seen—and that includes actors and super models. He had the type of physical perfection that makes you stop and stare.
As if that was not enough, he was tall, his legs looked long even when sitting, and his shoulders were so broad that the jacket of his Armani suit molds to his developed muscles.
A sudden flush of heat coated my thighs and I had
to clench them together to chase away the sensation. I needed to focus on something else, anything but the liquid fire that I shouldn’t be feeling.
But I was slammed with something worse. His face. It was a force that hits you out of nowhere. There was a hardness in it, a zing of electricity that’s about to electrocute whoever is near. A volcano that’s on the verge of erupting. I’ve never found male beauty to be so captivating.
He was such a very handsome man who had the most alluring body and handsome face, a kind of man you don't see very much and the fact that he didn't stop staring at me made me feel like a Khardasian.
I needed to get what I was feeling out of me so I stood up to dance out of nowhere, something I would never have done if not for the fact that the alcohol was kicking in.
When i noticed that he was still staring so much, I decided to give him a show so I started to shake my body sexily to Beyonce's Run the world which the DJ was playing, at a point, I even turned to twerk only to be interrupted by a guy trying to grind me without my permission or anything.
Rude much? Ugh.
"Uh... please, step out of my space." I said as I tried so hard to be polite, and when he acted like he was deaf or something, I had to snap, "Please, leave me the hell alone! What part of that don't you understand?"
"Baby, is this guy bothering you?" A deep voice interrupted as he put his hands around my waist, thus drawing me nearer to his body, the heat that surged through me from the simple touch was arousing and when I looked up to see who it was, I was more than eager to take the cue and play along. "Yes boo! He wouldn't stop suffocating me!"
"Would you leave my girl alone or do I need to call the bouncers to throw you out of here?" He threatened.
I was amused at how much respect he commanded with just a few lines and his authoritative demeanor and voice just did something to me. Could this man be more attractive?
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"I would like to say yes but then I'm yet to even start with these one." I replied pointing to the Glass of Ciroc colada on the table.
"Wow! You plan on drinking all of these by yourself?" He questioned eyeing me.
"Well, not really but one can always try." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"What? That's not advisable, except you have a death wish. Why would a beautiful girl like you visit a club alone and even want to get drunk to stupor while at it, that's not safe in any way." He lectured.
I laughed heartily wondering if I should tell my issues to a strange man I just met, I wonder if he even cared or was just pretending to, not that I really cared either. But still, I thought it would be nice if he really did care.
"Nobody cares anyway. I doubt if anyone would even miss me if I drink myself to death."
"What do you mean? I would definitely miss you, don't know about any other person. But me? I'd miss the hell out of you." He cajoled, his words giving a flirty meaning as he had probably intended.
"Is this life not tiring enough to just want it all to end?" I replied absentmindedly.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" He urged.
"Too bad! I really don't want to talk right now, I want something else."
"Request for anything, I'd give you anything you want and I mean anything at all." He said looking all sincere.
"Even if I ask you to fuck me?" I uttered in a sultry manner. He almost choked on his drink, it was very obvious that he hadn't expected me to be that straightforward.
“Hmm.” He simply said after recovering, before I knew it, I could feel his mouth next to my neck. The space between us became nonexistent when he turned sideways and his breath skimed the shell of my ear.
There was a vibration in his voice as his tongue lowered to the hollow of my throat. And holy hell, it was like he licked my pussy, because it was wet. My pussy, not my neck.
Okay, maybe my neck, too, but it’s my core that was throbbing for more. As if knowing exactly what that does to me, he flicked his tongue across the same spot and bit down.
Oh, fuck. I jammed my legs shut, afraid that he was going to see how desperate I was for this.
He continued his assault on my throat and his hand skimmed to my back, my bare back. His skin was similar to fire. A scorching one and he was about to melt me with it, maybe scathe me, maybe drag me to the pits of hell.
"I'm going to fuck you so well that you never forget me no matter how hard you try to, I promise you." He replied as he grabbed me. The whisper of his words made me shudder. It’s a full-body one that I couldn't suppress, despite my attempts.
Without hesitation, we both slowly moved in. Our lips finally united together, my lips compelling against his slim warm lips, dancing around and soon bonding together.
Epiphany and elation flew though my veins and soon the entire system as he continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto my lips. His insistent mouth was parting my trembling lips, inflicting sensations I had never known I was capable of feeling. I kissed him right back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. My lips imprinting themselves on his like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery.
Thirty minutes later, we had successfully gotten a suite, one that had honestly surprised me. Most men wouldn't waste so much money on an easy one, but then he was just probably that wealthy and it probably made no difference to him.
They hadn't even gotten into the enormous room when his mouth was on mine again.
"Get a freaking room!" Somebody had snapped as we scrambled into the suite still not letting go of each other's mouths, it was like a force kept pulling us closer.
On a normal day, I would have been so embarrassed to be caught in such a situation but his tongue in my mouth had erased all thoughts of such that was supposed to linger somewhere, he was probing, searching and duelling with me. The relentless pressure of his mouth on mine was intoxicating. I wanted more than anything at that moment for his cock to plunge into my pussy, for him to claim me and wreck every of my insides.
I was a novice in bed as I hadn't had much practice but being with this man pushed some buttons in me that I didn't even know that I had, I wanted to feel every part of him and also make him feel good in return so without knowing where the courage came from, I pushed him onto the bed, sat astride his hips as I leaned down and took over, kissing the life out of him. I couldn't resist fondling his member as I found my hand stroking him through the material.
Grinding myself into him, I teased his rod harder, this only resulted in my desire rising and me getting even more desperate to have him inside me, I didn't care that I was looking like a sex starved bitch as every of my reasonable cells had been clouded with so much desire.
I couldn't wait any longer so I scooted down the bed and pulled off his one remaining piece of clothing while also enjoying the view of his massive hard dick.
"Amazing." I found myself saying, as I gaped at the beauty I had just unveiled, I got a cocky smirk in return. I have seen a number of cocks and none was as gracious as the one in front of me at that moment.
His pink tip glistened in the low lighting of the room and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him. I heard him groan quietly, when my soft hands held his manhood, it was thrilling to have him at my mercy.
Stroking him firmly, watching the beads of liquid form at his slit. I bent down and took the tip of his penis in my mouth, licking and sucking just the end of him at first. Open-mouthed kisses, sucking gently any liquid that had escaped.
I lapped him enthusiastically, from balls to tip, moaning deliriously and swirling the tip of my dripping tongue over his glistening glans.
At that point, he probably had enough of my teasing cos he flipped me over suddenly such that he now hovered on top of me. After slipping a condom on, he slipped into me without warning as I let out a yelp of pleasure.
He pounded in and out of me without mercy. Interlocking our fingers, he increased the movement and fucked me harder. My pussy was tight around him and I was feeling every inch as he hit the top of my channel over and over. I felt my very first wave of orgasm rip through me as my legs shook uncontrollably but he wasn't done yet.
He flipped me over yet again, and this time, my back was facing him, he slipped into me again as he grabbed hold of my hips and started to go even faster than before, it didn't take long for me to come again and then I felt him about to cum too.
He pulled out as soon as the waves start, removed the condoms and pumped his cock, he then came over my ass, shooting come in an arc. The splatter of liquid was audible over our heavy breathing.
After resting for minutes and catching our breathes, he spoke, "How are you so good at that? Somehow you felt naive, yet at the same time, you acted experienced. What's up with that?"
"I honestly don't know how to answer that? Am I supposed to say thank you? I don't know." I responded, looking away shyly.
"I hope you won't regret this though? You look like you are already."
"You made it an amazing experience already, I might feel slutty or whorish but regret isn't part of anything I feel. I'm actually glad that it was beautiful, seems unforgettable to me."
His ego started to get inflated as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully and then said, "well, I never disappoint, that one is for sure but it'll be hard to let this go as a one time thing. Very hard." He teased jokingly, succeeding in getting my hopes up.
But we soon fell asleep and by the time I woke up the next morning, he was gone. The only thing he left behind was a note on the table, it said;
"I had a very memorable Night."
Chapter 1: Soon to be Mrs.
The time had come. It was finally here. To say I had looked forward to this my whole life would be an understatement, My boyfriend was finally going to propose to me, I would now have that sparkling engagement ring on my finger and soon become a Mrs.
I may be sounding old school or desperate but I don't really care, I love love.
I knew I was getting proposed to because well, Sam, my boyfriend had dropped a whole lot of hints even though he didn't mean to. I mean, I even saw a beautiful case with the most beautiful ring ever in his wardrobe and then he suddenly asked me out on a dinner date and told me to look good. Well... he didn't literally say that but, he was always a shy and nervous one so... yea.
And the venue he chose for the date? The famous Moon fountain! The most popular venue known for proposals in this city because of it's romantic sceneries and many more.
Only a dumb head will see all these signs and not get the
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