Masuk‘’Strip!’’
That command would forever be etched in my memory.
The moment I breathed out those insane words about him fucking me, I regretted it instantly.
He was swift.
His hand gripped my legs and he pulled me close, wrapping my legs around his torso.
He hoisted me up, carring me out of the club like I weighed nothing while I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him close, slamming my lips against his.
The kiss was gentle at first, our lips moving slowly like we were both savoring the moment.
Then it got faster as my back slammed against the side of a car, the cold metal mixing with the hotness of my skin.
We were basically devouring each other, his hand gripping the base of my neck as he inserted his tongue in my mouth, kissing me till we were out of breath.
He slowly unwrapped my legs and broke the kiss, his eyes piercing into mine with a needy hunger that wasn’t one sided.
My chest rose and fell as I struggled for breath, my legs trembling as pain of arousal shot up my thighs.
He slipped his hand in his pocket and struggled with his keys for a while before finally unlocking it.
‘’Get in.’’ He commanded, his voice hoarse.
I didn’t wait to be told twice.
I hopped into the car and closed the door after me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I pressed my thighs together, anticipating what was to come.
I didn’t know where we were going.
Hell, I didn’t even care.
All I wanted was for this stranger to be balls deep in me.
He walked to the other side of the car and slipped in, revving the car engine to life.
Without saying a word, he pressed on the gas pedal and sped off into the night. And as I sat there on the passenger seat, fully drenched and seeking a release, only one sentence played in my head.
‘That is no way to seduce a man’
I leaned back against the seat, my eyes trailing the sharp line of his jaw as he navigated the dark road. A sly smirk curled around my lips and a wicked spark flared in my chest.
Slowly, deliberately, I reached over. My fingertips brushed the crisp fabric of his trousers, just above his knees and below his belt.
His knuckles instantly turned white around the steering wheel and I heard him curse under his breath.
I didn’t stop.
I slowly pushed his zipper downward, giving way for his erected dick to poke out through his briefs.
I started to run my hand through it, slowly at first before I squeezed it tightly and went faster, biting my lips as his low moans filled the car, spiking my arousal.
‘’Oh fuck…’’ He moaned, shooting his hips up to match my rhythm.
He started to thrust into my fist, the car swaying from left to right as I hastened my pace till he went off on my hand, his briefs soaking wet.
‘’You’re fucking insane.’’ He finally said after a while of breathing harshly, biting his lips and staring at me.
His mask tweaked to the side but I still couldn’t get a clear glimpse of his face.
I wanted to ask why he had a mask over his face and why he still had it even though we had left the club.
But i didn’t want to probe so i turned away and stared out through the window, the heat still burning in my core as I waited for us to get to his place.
The car came to a screeching pause in front of a large gate.
And even though it was dark, I could tell it was a very expansive place for one person to stay in.
The sound of buzzing went off and the gate pulled open. The car started to move again and the car came to a stop.
I watched as he jumped out of the car and ran to my side of the car before pulling the door open and grabbing me like I weighed nothing.
Our lips connected together and there was nothing slow paced about the kiss.
My hand hooked unto his hair as I pushed him deeper into my mouth, devouring his lips like I had been starved in days.
We got through the main door and he pushed me against the wall, his hand sliding down my stomach till they stopped at my skirt. His fingers danced around my upper thighs for a while, the movement torturous.
‘’Fuck me already!’’ I snapped, pushing him off me.
I didn’t know where I got the kind of strength that I did but I was able to flip him, making him the one with his back pressed to the wall.
And me the one, unbuttoning his pants and trying to get his briefs off.
I tugged at the elastic of his briefs, trying to get it off when he held my hand, stopping me.
Before i could whine, he hooked his hands to my thigh and carried me up, slamming his mouth on my lips.
He carried me all the way up the stairs and into a bedroom with dim lights. Then I felt my back press against something soft.
A bed.
He unhooked my legs from his torso and stepped back slightly like he was analyzing me.
My face flushed red, my heart beating incessantly in my chest.
I didn’t know what to feel. Shame? Embarassment?
I didn’t show any of it though, just stayed exactly as he left me, my heart beating profusely I could almost hear it.
‘’Strip.’’
He muttered, his lips grazing his bottom lips as he stared at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
I hesitated for a while before taking off my clothes slowly till I was left in only my underwear.
Before I could take off my bra, he stepped closer to me and held my hand, stopping me.
‘’I want to fuck you with you panties on.’’ He whispered into my ears.
Before I could say a word, he took off his clothes and his large dick came into sight, hot and begging to be licked by me.
‘’Pleasee…’’ I choked out, my mouth watering.
He came close and inserted it into my pussy, not bothering to go through any foreplay.
I gasped, my lips parting and my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he stretched me way beyond repairs.
He held both my hands above my head and started to move, his breath coming down on her neck as he kissed, fucked and fondled me all at the same time.
———
My phone buzzed and I reached for it, a yawn escaping my lips.
I could feel something hard pressed against me.
I brought my phone to my eyes and opened it eyes groggily, a loud gasp escaping my lips.
It was almost 8am and my flight back to London was scheduled for 8!
I managed to push the masked man off my body and wore my clothes however, abandoning my torn panties.
With no idea of what to do, I slid a $5,000 note on the bed side table and fled for the airport.
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