I couldn’t believe what was happening. One second, my brain was telling me to get rid of this guy as fast as possible, the next, I was being bent over the table, my ass wiggling back and forth, urging him on.
What had gotten into me?
Suddenly, his hips pressed into mine, thrusting me into the table, causing me to gasp. Before I could figure out what was going on, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it back until I was forced to arch my back.
“L-Luke…” I tried to speak, but the mixture of adrenaline and hormones raging through my body was making it impossible for me to think straight. Pleasure coursed through my veins, spreading to every part of my body until my mind could barely process what was going on.
“Beg for it, baby girl.” He growled into my ear, nibbling my earlobe.
I ground my teeth, trying to preserve my decency, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him for very long. In such a short amount of time, this man had made me feel so alive. The way he touched me and the way he took control, sparked such a fire inside of me that I thought I would burn up. I had never felt this way before, not even with David.
When I didn’t answer him, he pressed his cock against my wet entrance, teasing me. I tensed, knowing he was bigger than any of my former lovers. Still, I wanted him.
Hell, I needed him.
His grasp on my hair tightened, my back arching to a point where it started to hurt. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but the pain quickly melted away as he took one of my breasts into his free hand, kneading it until my flesh was nice and sensitive. His every touch was adding to the pleasure that was already overwhelming me.
I couldn’t handle this much longer. “I… I want you…” The words echoed in my mind as I finally gave in to my desires, my cheeks turning red.
Was I really so weak that I couldn’t control my lust?
But, I couldn’t help it. He knew exactly what to do to drive me wild, to make it impossible for me to deny him.
I heard him chuckle before he let go of my hair, his hands moving to my hips where his fingers dug into my flesh like he was getting a good grip. Before I could prepare myself, he rammed into me, his every inch filling me to the breaking point.
I clawed at the table, a scream-like moan escaping my lips, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate to his thick girth. “Luke!” I screamed his name as if we had always been lovers.
He gave me a second to catch my breath before he started to move himself in and out, his thrusts shallow, but rough.
I panted for breath, the ecstasy building up in my pussy completely mind-numbing. It felt so good.
My pussy quivered with delight as he picked up the pace, causing the table to creak under our weight, but still, he didn’t stop. His fingers dug into my flesh even more, his hips working like a well-oiled piston to pump in and out of me faster and faster.
“That’s it, baby, take it…” He growled, thrusting into me so hard that his balls were slapping against my ass, turning it a rosy color.
I howled in pleasure, throwing my head back, my body shivering with desire. My nails had carved deep grooves in my dining table, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this man to completely ravish me. I couldn’t think about anything else. All my worries, anxieties, and fears disappeared. All that mattered was experiencing these new heights of pleasure.
“Harder!” I demanded, panting for breath. I was close. Very close, but I held back, wanting this moment to last forever. I never wanted to think again, to go back to the depression that had consumed me.
Luke didn’t disappoint. Almost instantly, he pounded into me, pressing me down into the table, my puffy little nipples rubbing against the wood, making them even more sensitive.
“Fuck…” I moaned, biting down on my lip so hard I could feel the coppery taste of blood in my mouth.
His balls slapped against me harder, the sound of my juices sloshing around echoing through the kitchen, mingling with our lustful moans. It all added to the experience. I was getting high off it, my body in full control of my every action.
As he picked up the pace even further, there was nothing I could do to stop the powerful climax that washed over my body. I had never felt anything quite like it before. It was like someone had lit a firecracker inside of me, letting it explode through my every nerve ending. I screamed his name, my pussy tightening around him, threatening to never let him go.
For a few, blissful seconds, I didn’t know what was going on. I was on cloud nine, floating above the action, my body stimulated to the point that it could no longer register the new pleasure of Luke grabbing my nipples between his fingers, rolling them back and forth.
His thrusts continued at a steady, unrelenting pace as if he was determined to completely destroy my pussy. The strange thing was that I didn’t care. I wanted him. He was the missing piece I needed in my broken life, bringing everything together once again.
A loud grunt sounded against my ear as his fingers tangled in my long blonde hair yet again, yanking on it as he lost any and all control, fucking me like an animal who was giving in to his instincts. With every thrust, his cock nearly popped out of my eager pussy before ramming back inside again. I could hear his labored breaths as he fucked me harder and harder, his dick twitching inside of me.
All of a sudden, he pulled out, a prolonged groan escaping his lips before strings of hot, sticky cum coated my ass.
I thought he would collapse on top of me like David did whenever he had climaxed, but instead, Luke flipped me over, pulling me into his arms and making out with me, our lips gravitating together like magnets.
The fire that burned behind his lips brought me back to reality, making me feel like I was ready to go at it again.
Luke seemed to read my mind because suddenly, he was picking me up, my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my ass. Without a word, he brought me into the bedroom as if he had been in my home before.
There, he tossed me onto the mattress, pouncing on top of me, his fingers wrapping around my wrists and pinning them above my head. His eyes were burning with an unquenchable lust.
I shivered, knowing the night was far from over…
***
I woke up around noon, the sun filtering through the curtains, making my room obnoxiously bright. I tried to shield my face with my pillow when the movement of my body made me aware that I was completely naked, my satin sheets teasing my bare skin.
I furrowed my brows together in confusion. It wasn’t like me to sleep naked. Trying to remember what had happened last night, I blinked at the ceiling as if the answers might be written there. My memory was hazy, my head feeling heavy like I had too much to drink, but I couldn’t even remember that.
Sitting up, I pressed the sheets against my chest, keeping myself decent even though I was certain that there was no one else in my bedroom. Yet, when I looked over, the whole bed was disheveled. I tilted my head, knowing I was an unmoving sleeper.
Had someone come over last night?
Slowly, I rolled out of bed, my head instantly protesting. Yep, I definitely had a hangover.
Squinting through the bright light, I closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness once again. Letting my eyes adjust for a moment, I leaned against the wall for support, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to remember. I had such a bad memory whenever I drank, even if just a little.
Thinking I could find clues elsewhere in the house, I headed for the bathroom, noticing an empty bottle of red wine on my bureau. It definitely wasn’t like me to bring alcohol into the bedroom, especially red wine that could stain my white carpet…
What had happened last night?
In the bathroom, I was even more surprised. There were half-finished wine glasses on the windowsill next to my large bathtub. There were also way too many towels for just one person. I stared at them, trying hard to remember, but I was drawing a blank.
I shook my head. This wasn’t the first time I had “blacked out” after a night of passion. It used to happen all the time in college, making it very awkward at times. Cold water usually helped so I doused my face under the tap, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
My hair was a wild mess, my curls disheveled and all over the place. My face still held a bright, after-sex glow. Whoever had been here last night, must have been damn good…
But who?
Love bites decorated my chest and shoulders. The side of my neck was dark with a hickey. And, whoever it was, they had certainly been rough. A snippet from last night came rushing back to me. Oil being massaged into my body. His fingers were strong, moving slowly as he eased out all the tension from my body, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember who he was or what his face looked like. All I could remember was his Adonis-like body and the massive size of his cock… must have been the biggest I ever had.
“Ugh… why can’t I remember?” I ran my fingers through my hair, desperate to recall anything from my obviously steamy night. If he had made me feel so good, if he had made me forget the depression of my divorce, then maybe I would want to see him again.
My psychologist always told me that my selective amnesia was a way of protecting myself since I was quick to feel guilty if I thought I was having sex with the wrong person. As long as I didn’t remember their face, it was an act of desire and not one of the brain.
Still, it was damn annoying.
Snatching my robe from the back of the bathroom door, I put it on, tying the sash around my midsection.
Feeling a little refreshed, I headed for the kitchen, knowing I would need a cup of coffee. I looked around, half-hoping my mysterious lover would be sitting down, waiting for me, but of course, he wasn’t. No man I had ever been with had bothered to stay until the morning. Even David left for work before I could wake up…
Sighing, I started a pot of coffee, listening to the machine grinding the beans. Soon, the strong aroma filled the room. Looking in the sink, I saw two plates with leftover risotto. I stared at the uneaten rice, an inkling of something flashing across my mind.
The coffee machine started to drip into the empty tray underneath and my eyes widened, quickly scrambling to get a mug. By the time it was done, it had only filled the cup halfway.
I took in a deep breath, knowing right away that my morning was already off to a rocky start. I reloaded the coffee beans and grabbed a new mug.
This time, as I waited, I looked out the window, the bright sunlight glinting off my engagement ring that was sitting on the windowsill.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking at it.
A few weeks after the divorce, I had snapped, trying to get rid of it down the garbage disposal, but it just backed up the system, forcing me to call a plumber who salvaged the ring, leaving it on the windowsill. I had yet to find the courage to touch it since that day.
Now, it was nothing more than a painful reminder of my failed relationship.