His Muse

Alex left me to have fun while I remained glued to my seat and continued to feed my eyes. I started feeling pressed and made my way to the restroom. It wasn’t that hard to find. 

I did my business and was just coming out of the toilet when I heard tiny screams from the other wall. It sounded like the cry of a woman. 'What is a woman doing in the male's restroom?' I asked myself as I trailed the direction of the voice

 What I saw sent grenades exploding in my head. Some fucker was trying to violatet a woman. I knew this has got nothing to do with me but I’ve grown up to believe one rule; “no man hurts a woman and go scout-free." 

I wasted no time in descending on the brute. I made sure to beat smugness out of the fucker. I broke his nose, jaw and made him lose some of his teeth then I dragged his ass out. 

When I steered myself around, I took in the hips of the almost naked woman I had just rescued and I realized she was actually the woman who had gotten my attention back at the club. I stared hard at her face and her almost bare burst. She was flawlessly beautiful but she looked drunk. I gave no shit about that though, what I didn’t like was the way she looked at me in awe like I was some god who’d just saved her ass. 

I was satisfied with the gratitude in her eyes though it lasted for a while. She suddenly regarded me seductively. There was  a glint and fire in her eyes. They beckoned me earnestly.

"This is no good," I said to myself and looked away. I had almost reached the door when I halted. Just like the effect she had on me when I saw her in the clubroom, she once again broke through my impotency. 

It was hard down there. My body wanted her and I couldn’t deny myself. Here I’m at some hotel room about to have probably the hottest sex of my life with some American bitch who’d magically turned me on. 

I don't think she was better off. She looked dreamy and steamy and I knew I was invited. I walked back to her and was almost in charge until she demanded for a room.

Without wasting time, I covered her exposed burst with my suit and lifted her up into my arms.

The moment the marble floor of the hotel room received us, I started kissing her. She kissed me back, hungrily, shamelessly, yearning only for my touch. I, on the other hand, gave her the matching energy.

I wrapped my hands around her fragile waist, heaved her closer to me and groaned when our bodies met. This is a feeling I could kill for. The sexual feeling I haven't had since my fiance passed away years ago. She was the only woman who had been able to stimulate me sexually and I was willing to give my all to her.

I bit her lips very hard, inducing her to release the moan she had been suppressing. Her hands weren't idle. They undid the buttons of my shirt. Her head pulled back when my lips settled on her neck, nuzzling it hungrily. She let out a faint gasp, but loud enough for me to hear.

Without warning, I began to undo the red pants with the motive of burying my shaft deep in her.

As soon as the pants came off, I resumed kissing her again. I then slipped my other hand into her panties, settling them on her moist mound. My shaft screamed in response as she moaned in reaction to my touch. It was a rollercoaster of kissing, moaning, and hand movements until we found ourselves on the bed.

I took off her bra, exposing her c cup breast. I undid her panties too and watched as she bit her lips with her brown eyes not leaving mine. I would have pleasured her more, but I couldn't stay another minute like this. My erection threatened to explode from my trousers and it slightly hurt from being neglected.

I started from where she stopped and completely took my shirt off. I took off my trousers too, revealing my thick shaft, and watched as her eyes darkened with lust and something else which I couldn't decipher.

Wasting no time, I hopped on the bed and resumed kissing her. Then I positioned the tip of my erection at the entrance of her mound. I didn't fail to notice the look of fear that clouded her eyes almost immediately. I was disturbed, but that didn't stop me.

Slowly, I eased my rod into her mound. I couldn't help but let out a groan. She was tight, too tight. Her eyes were tightly shut as she pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the pain she felt. I was initially perplexed, but when I brought out my shaft and saw blood, I understood her pain.

"Fuck" I let out. She was a virgin. Why didn't she tell me? Not only did I feel guilty, but I also mentally face-palmed myself at my folly. I should have asked her before ramming into her like a dog.

"It's fine," she said when she noticed my withdrawal. "It doesn't mean anything," she mumbled again.

Yes, It didn't mean anything. This would be the last time we will see each other. She was right.

With that assurance, I began to thrust in and out of her slowly, making sure she adjusted to my size. My slow initial pace soon picked up. Her hot mound welcomed my erection perfectly and I didn't know how long I would last without erupting. That was how stimulated I was.