Chapter 4: The One Night Stand 2

Sapphire's POV

His face was just a few inches away from mine and I could feel his hot breath on me. It was practically making my insides melt and his burning gaze not only sent cold shivers down my spine but also caused me to feel weak in the knees. Who was this man and why was he such an enthraller? How could this stranger have the power to leave me hopelessly spellbound?

I didn't know if it was the alcohol taking control of my emotions or if it was this drop-dead gorgeous man casting a spell on me. But whatever it was, I wanted it to carry on and I wished it wouldn't stop, not for any reason. I wanted to feel my cold hands on his bare chest and run my fingers down his perfectly sculpted torso.

I wanted to feel his body colliding against mine and wrap my legs tightly around him. I wanted his tongue tasting the sweetness of my skin and his hands exploring every part of my body. Call me crazy but I wanted nothing more than to be his tonight, only his.

I took a bold step forward, put my arms around his neck and plugged my mouth in his. I guess he was caught off guard again because he hesitated for a second before bringing both hands to my waist. It was a somewhat slow and passionate kiss – the kind that switched from a low to a high tempo with each passing moment.

With his hands still on my waist and our lips still locked in each other's, he moved forward and I, backwards. He did till I was trapped between him and the wall. He then brought his hands to my face and broke the kiss.

"I don't think you want to do this," he said to me in a low, seductive voice.

Why on earth would he think that? I mean, I went to him after all, twice. Shouldn't that be enough to let him know that I wanted nothing more than to be under him at that very moment? I was frustrated. Did I have to write "Oh, I want you to fuck me senseless!" on my forehead before he realized how darn serious I was and how desperately I wanted to have him inside of me?

"I do," I said in a rush and attempted to kiss him again but he tilted his head backwards. Rude!

"Look, you're dead drunk."

"And you're dead hot," I responded giddily and he chuckled. "Don't you want me?" I asked, sounding slightly dejected.

"It's not that. I'd rather you were sober."

"Fuck sober! Oh, no don't fuck sober. Fuck me!"

He stared at me for what seemed like a minute, probably thinking "How the hell did I meet this girl?" And then without warning, he lifted me up from the ground with a firm grip on both my thighs and pinned me to the wall.

He looked me in the eye as if to say "Don't say I didn't warn you" and then he kissed me, hard. This kiss wasn't the same as the other kisses, no. It was a fiery mixture of my pain and possibly regret, his uncertainty and frustration and both our passionate lusts.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him. And it was evident, the way his tongue hungrily explored my mouth and how his body pushed up on mine, his rock hard erection thrutching against my clit. Oh, how thrilled I was at the insatiable feeling of ecstasy that washed over me and it wasn't even the main event yet.

His lips moved from my mouth to my neck and he sucked on my skin harshly. I moaned in delight and leaned my head to the other side, giving him full access to my neck which he relentlessly sucked without mercy – not that I was complaining.

On the contrary, the more he did, the more my body ached for him. My insides were begging for him and I'd never wanted anyone more than I wanted this man.

He pulled me from the wall and laid me down on his bed. He hovered on top of me, positioning himself in between my legs and resumed with his wild kisses. He grabbed both my wrists and pinned my hands above my head.

His burning lips found their way to my neck and he sucked on it once more. The hot, stinging sensation it caused felt like small bursts of electrical discharge and I squirmed underneath his body. His bulge did not help matters as it was once again pressed against my clit and my vulva throbbed under his icy touch.

His lips worked their way down to my collarbone and stopped above my chest. I looked up at him, trying to find out why he suddenly stopped. His eyes held mine with an intensity that suggested we go deeper.

He gripped the hem of my leather jacket and snapped open the silver press studs one after the other in a swift motion. His eyes darkened with desire upon seeing the red 3-piece lingerie I had on.

"You're so beautiful, Tigress," he whispered in my ear and cupped my left boob with one hand, the other still pinning both my hands. I gasped involuntarily at his touch. It made me vulnerable. His tongue invaded my mouth once again and I relished the taste of his savoury kisses.

As he kissed me so fiercely, he fondled my boobs like the expert that he was and I bit his bottom lip in response. This seemed to have ignited some sort of a spark in his dick because I felt it lunge forward a bit. He groaned a little and cursed out.

He then helped me up, took off my jacket and tossed it on the floor. Thereafter, he examined every inch of my body before laying me down once again. He ripped off my bra with both hands and flung it as well.

He stooped low and slowly took the garters off my thighs using his teeth in a very enticing manner. He went to take off my panties with his eyes never leaving mine. Finally, I laid there, clothed in nothing but my brown skin.

His hands roamed all over my naked body and I shivered at every touch. He grabbed my breasts and this time, he kneaded them roughly as his intense gaze pierced through my soul. I fluttered at the extreme wave of pleasure that ran through me.

He leaned forward and took my boob in his warm mouth while he carried on roughly kneading the other. As he wringed and pinched my nipple, he bit the other and I yelped. He didn't stop and I didn't want him to. I ruffled his hair as he sucked on my boob.

We went on for a while before he trailed kisses down my belly and all the way under. I was almost soaking wet by now. He stopped between my thighs and began stroking the soft flesh there. Slowly, he slid one finger in. I whimpered as he did. Two and three fingers then went in and out repeatedly. He rammed them in and I squirmed in pain and pleasure as I moaned.

I bit my lip and tugged the sheets while he pushed his fingers all the way in. Oh God! If he kept on going, I would reach my peak in no time and I didn't want that now. Not until I'd felt him deep inside of me. I pulled him up. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted him and I wanted him now. Oh God! I sounded like a shameless slut.

He understood. I knew he did because he stood up and got rid of his briefs, freeing his huge, smooth rod of its confines. I stared at it in awe and I swallowed, my clit throbbing. He was a package perfectly put together. And boy, I couldn't wait to get the feel of him. What on earth was wrong with me?

He climbed atop me like a lion on his prey and spread my legs to his sides. I felt a frisson as he positioned himself in between my thighs. I ran my fingers down his torso in anticipation and gently stroked his shaft.

He muttered something underneath his breath and roughly jerked me closer to him. As he wore a rubber over his boner, I sucked in a deep breath, bracing myself for the impact.

His thick 9-inch jackhammer nudged at my hole and I raised my hips to take it in. He slid into me slowly and pinned my hands yet again to the bed, intertwining our fingers. I let out a series of whimpers as he gently went in and out.

His cock was too huge for my tight vagina and I clung to him as his full length reached the core of my cervix. It stayed buried there for a minute or so before he pulled it out with great difficulty.

His eyes locked mine and our bare bodies communicated. After a while, his gentle strokes transitioned into violent thrusts. He pounded into me like a savage, untamed animal and all I could do was helplessly scream. Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down my face as he kept moving fast, ravaging my hole.

He rammed his rod deep inside of me continuously that I felt my insides burning. I actually thought I would die from too much pleasure. He let go of my hands and pressed his whole body against mine. He put one arm around my waist and sucked my neck wildly while he slammed in and out of me and squeezed the shit out of one of my breasts, all at the same time.

I cursed and cried and dug my nails into his flesh. He groaned aloud and tugged my hair while nudging at my hole repeatedly. And though he thrusted into me mercilessly, I still couldn't get enough of him. I was ready to take him all. Oh God, I was! I wanted all of him.

He brutally kept shoving in, increasing each pace and I threw my head back in agony. I rolled my eyes and moaned so loud but he didn't seem to be bothered by it. In fact, it encouraged him to keep pouncing on me vigorously. His bone sank so deep inside of me that I felt like I was on fire. I moved my hands to his butt and felt the rhythmic movement of his fulfilling thrusts.

He then grabbed both my legs and placed them on his shoulders. While he did that, he wrung my boobs. His thrusts became wickeder, going as deep as possible. I screamed and scratched his torso. I felt the thrilling shockwaves from his every thrust jolt up my body senseless. It was overwhelming and I never wanted it to end.

Every stroke was torture, rough and vigorous. My heart pounded erratically and sweat draped all over our bodies. He began to choke me while he pounded into me. Colours exploded in my vision as he manhandled me. The room was engulfed with his groaning out of delightful agony and my moaning in painful ecstasy.

He shafted me faster and harder and I could feel my climax approaching. He put my legs down and returned to our prior position. His body hugged mine tightly as he pulled me closer to the edge.

With our ragged breathing moving in sync and his rod still plunging deep inside me, we were almost there. One, two, three and four more thrusts and that was it! He roared as he spewed in the rubber and I clung to him, screaming as I too finally reached my peak.