CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
He pressed his cock against my entrance. I bit my lip, feeling how wet I really was. I couldn’t believe how much he was turning me on. It was like every fiber of my being wanted this man – needed this man.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into another drunken kiss. I couldn’t think straight anymore. I was working solely on instinct and lust. I pushed my hips into the air, trying to force him inside of me, but he just smirked.
He ran his tip against my lips. “How much do you want it…?” He asked, whispering in my ear. Even his hot breath was enough to drive me wild. It was like he had wound me up and now, I was at the point of no return. I tugged at his hair, my pussy quivering, wanting to feel his shaft press against my insides. I wanted to feel him stretching me out.
“Bad…” I breathed, unable to say anything else.
His fingers found my pussy, pushing one inside. I jumped, causing his finger to slip in knuckle-deep. He hooked it around before he started to finger-fuck me, picking up speed. Suddenly, he added a second one, stretching me out. If it was a tight fit now… I could only imagine how his cock would feel.
He pinched my nipple with his free hand. They were so hard, they were starting to hurt. “Please…” I begged him. I couldn’t take this sexual torment much longer. “I… need you…” I gasped as he pushed in yet another finger, pumping all three of them in and out of me. My juices sloshed around, forming a puddle on the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Abruptly, he stopped, taking his hand away and I immediately felt empty inside. I whimpered, opening my eyes. He was staring at my face, his lips curling in pleasure before he thrust inside of me.
I screamed, the feeling of his thick cock indescribable. I had never felt this full before. The pressure was almost uncomfortable, but completely mind-blowing at the same time. He forced in every single inch until his balls cradled against me. He gave my tit a gentle slap before he leaned forward, kissing my neck. “Are you ready for it?” He asked.
I didn’t even have time to answer before he started to fuck me hard. The whole bed shook as he pounded into me every single time. It was like he had lost all self-control and was working on primal instinct alone. I moaned loudly, my back arching and my toes curling.
The friction between us heightened. A fire burned in my belly and I knew I was already approaching my second orgasm. Lucky groaned in pleasure and it just turned me on even more. “Fuck…” My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Cum for me…” He whispered, his breathing ragged as he continued his unceasing assault on my pussy. “You feel so good…”
His balls were slapping into me with every thrust. My tits were bouncing. I just couldn’t hold back anymore. My world exploded with white-hot pleasure as I screamed out.
Seconds later, he pulled out, rubbing his huge cock. I watched him, mesmerized in my ecstasy-filled daze. Soon, strings of warm cum coated my body, marking me as his.
***
Our night, however, didn’t end there. I couldn’t even keep track of how many times Lucky made me cum. It was crazy. I could barely keep up.
But eventually, we were both exhausted, collapsing into the mattress. I fell asleep almost immediately, my whole body sore and tingling. It had been one hell of a night.
When I woke up, the sunlight was shining brightly through the still open window. The satin sheets teased my naked body and I moaned, my skin sensitive from my time with Lucky.
I rolled over, expecting to find him on the other side of the bed, but as I did, the whole world started to spin. My head felt like there was cannonball rolling inside of it, making me groan in pain. I closed my eyes tight, trying to hold back the urge to vomit. Why had I drunk so much last night? I hadn’t had a hangover this bad since freshman year of undergraduate…
Eventually, I slowly opened my eyes, trying to shield them from the bright light. To my surprise, Lucky wasn’t there. I reached forward, but the other half of the bed was cold. I sat up and looked around, but he wasn’t in the room. “Hello?” I called out, my voice hoarse from all the moaning.
All I got in response was the chirping of the birds outside. I held the sheets against my bare chest, getting the overwhelming feeling that Lucky had only wanted me for sex. I shook my head. No. That couldn’t be. There had to be something more. I could feel it… deep inside my bones.
My heart tightened in response and I was surprised by how strong my feelings were for a guy I had only just met. But how was I supposed to resist him? He had come into my world by storm… making me feel beautiful and perfect. There was something there, I was sure of it. The butterflies in my stomach had to mean something.
To my relief, the door opened and Lucky returned. I smiled like an idiot, seeing him standing there in some designer jeans, a dark V-neck shirt, and a leather jacket. I blinked at him, making sure he wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. Somehow, he had managed to make himself look even more attractive. I bit my lip, my pussy already surging with energy. I could almost picture us going at it again…
“Good morning.” He smiled, walking over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, kissing my cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“A little sore…” I answered honestly.
“Well, we did have one hell of a night.” He chuckled.
“Mmm, yes we did.” I felt like I was weightless now that he was beside me. I leaned forward, kissing his lips, getting drunk off his sweet taste.
He kissed back, making my head spin again, only this time, I was enjoying it. It felt like no matter how much I got of him – I still wanted more.
Finally, he pulled away and held out a bag. “Get dressed. I have a surprise for you.”