"Who the fuck are you?"

Without giving her any time to recover, I unzipped my trousers, releasing my painfully throbbing dick. The heat surged through me in a hundred folds but I still looked at her, asking for permission.

“Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.

I was going crazy. This woman was driving me crazy. I could feel her clench her insides at the sudden intrusion and it took me all the self control I could muster from my whole ancestors to not release in a single thrust. “Fuck Ella… you're doing so good… I whispered raggedly in her ears as her whimpers filled my senses.

I started slow but with each thrust deeper and harder than the last and when it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I increased my pace and thrust faster, earning louder and faster moans from her. I didn't know what I enjoyed more. Her ecstatic whimpers or actually fucking her senses away.

I have never felt like this with anyone. Not with Catherine, my ex girlfriend and definitely not with any of the countless girls I had been with in town. Sex always felt like a transaction to me. I never really committed or cared much for sex until right now.

I felt her clenching tightly around my dick and I knew she was about to cum. Instantly, I flipped her over on her tummy and locked her hands in mine. The without hesitation, I slammed the entirety of my hardness into her and I could see her biting her tongue to stop herself from saying vulgar things and I smirked in satisfaction. I increased my pace and my right hand found it's way to her clit, gently folding and massaging her swell.

At this point, she was moaning sweet nothings and lazily panting on the bed. I felt her whole body convulse, I could tell she was close to cumming again. I still wasn't done with her

Just when she was about to jump right off the cliff, I pulled my dick out of her and I could hear her frustrated whimpers.

I gave her a minute to breathe and without warning, I placed her on her knees, facing the bed frame and instantly slammed my dick into her again. This time I wasn't gentle in the slightest.

I pounded into her mercilessly and she let out Lou cries of pleasure. I increased my pace in that moment then a soft whimper left her lips as I drove her to the edge. Then almost like we were in sync, I released and spilled my entirety in her, not caring or hesitating for a second.

I eased down onto the bed beside her, careful not to crush the tiny woman lying there like she hadn’t just been the fire that nearly consumed me minutes ago. Her breathing had slowed, soft and steady now. She was out cold, spent, and completely asleep.

My lips curved into a wicked smile.

Moments ago, she was moaning, breathy and wild, and now she looked like a dream. So still, like nothing in the world could touch her. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, her arm loosely draped over her stomach and i couldn’t help but stare. She looked so delicate, like something the world hadn’t broken yet.

Was this all a dream? Who was this woman and why the hell are we together fucking each other to oblivion?

My body cooled down a little, the drug in my system finally easing its grip on me. I still felt dizzy, foggy around the edges, but the worst of it had passed. The scent of her skin still lingered around me. That smell like vanilla and something warm. It was oddly comforting.

I laid back, letting my arm fall close to her without touching, feeling the softness of the sheets under me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I tried to push away the questions, the guilt, the confusion, the fact that I didn’t even know anything about this woman asides her name.

But the silence, the stillness of the room, and the heat between us lulled me into a strange peace.

Before I knew it, the darkness took me too.

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The Next Morning (Ella)

The first thing I felt was the pain.

A dull ache throbbed through my lower body, sharp enough to jolt me awake. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry like sandpaper. I groaned, turning slowly onto my side and that was when I felt my whole world spin.

The warmth, the weight and the body lying down completely naked beside me. .

I shot up instantly, eyes wide as I looked beside me and froze.

There was a man in my bed.

A naked man.

I blinked fast, trying to piece together the blurry fragments in my head. I remembered the alcohol. The tears. The long hot shower. Dropping onto the bed in a haze, calling out a name in ecstacy. That was when it hit me.

I looked down at myself still bare and swollen under the covers. My whole body was sore, in places that only meant one thing. A lump formed in my throat as panic started to rise. My whole body looked like a naughty crime. Bite marks and finger trails all over my lady parts. I covered my face in shock.

Who the hell is he?

Where did he come from?

My breathing picked up, heart racing as I stared at his face. He was… stunning. Sharp jaw, messy dark hair, and lips slightly parted as he slept like this was his bed. Like he belonged here and that annoyed me. How the hell did a strange man get into my bed. Oh my God! I just had sex with a stranger?

My eyes shot up in panic and my breath quickened. I had never seen him before.

I pulled the covers tighter around me, wrapping them over my chest like a shield and my skin prickled with unease and confusion.

How did he get in?

Had I let him in?

Did I invite him?

I rubbed my temples, trying to shake the pounding in my head, trying to remember something, anything at all that would make this make sense. But all I got were flashes. Nothing tangible to jog my memory but one thing was certain from the way my body ached all over, the rough bed and our naked bodies. I had sex with this man

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes.

This couldn't be happening. Especially not now.

What the hell happened last night?

And more importantly, who the hell was this man in my bed?

Without waiting another minute, I tightened the bed spread around my body and shook him roughly, forcing him up and yelling in his face.

“Who the fuck are you”?