Chapter 1- The End of Three Years

Anna's pov

My fingers dug into the stranger's broad shoulders as he thrust deep inside me, his thick dick stretching my soaked pussy with every heavy stroke. The hotel room spun around us, the king-sized bed creaking under our weight. I was drunk, everything hazy and warm, my head fuzzy from too many shots. His breath smelled like whiskey too, hot against my neck.

"Fuck... harder," I gasped, my voice slurring. My boobs bounced with each slam of his hips. He didn't say a word, just growled low and drove in deeper, his hands gripping my thighs wide open. Sweat dripped down our skin. I arched my back, crying out as his dick hit that perfect spot over and over.

“Daniel... three fucking years…”. And he engaged another woman, leaving me with nothing but heartbreak…The thought slipped in like a knife, but I shoved it away with another moan. This stranger's dick felt so good, filling me completely, making me forget.

Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. I pushed my ass back against him, drunk and needy. His hands spread my cheeks, and he slid back in, pounding hard. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room,wet, filthy and perfect. My clits throbbed as his balls smacked against me. With slippery fingers, I reached down, rubbing my swollen clits in messy circles.

"Yes... like that," I whimpered. Warm tears pricked my eyes, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He leaned over me, one hand squeezing my swinging boobs, pinching my nipple hard while his dick hammered faster. I came hard,my pussy clenching around him, juices dripping down my thighs. My legs shock, but he kept going,relentless,his grunts mixing with my cries.

I had made Daniel the center of my life not knowing I was just a means to an end. Three years of staying loyal to empty promises and lies. The thought of everything made my heart ache more. I needed this time out to really get him off my mind.

How I ended up in this stranger's bed is still unclear to me,but I couldn't even bring myself to leave…not when he's hitting the right spot down there.

We rolled again, me on top this time. The room tilted as I laughed drunkenly, steadying myself on his chest. I sank down on his dick slowly, feeling every inch stretch me open while tracing his hard muscles with my fingers.

"So big," I mumbled, biting my lip. I rode him wild, hips grinding and bouncing, my boobs jiggling in his face. He caught one in his mouth, sucking my nipple greedily, teeth grazing it.

I threw my head back, hair messy and sticking to my sweaty skin. The alcohol made everything hotter, slower, more intense. Every thrust sent sparks through me. I leaned forward, kissing him sloppily, tongues tangled, tasting whiskey and lust.

No names. No stories. Just this. Something about this stranger made me feel more comfortable than I've been in a while.

He grabbed my ass, guiding me faster. "Ride that dick," he muttered, voice thick with drink. I did, slamming down harder, my clits rubbing against his body with every move. Another orgasm built fast. I screamed as it hit, my pussy pulsing, cum soaking his dick and the sheets.

We didn't stop. He pulled out and pushed me onto my back again, spreading my legs wide. His mouth attacked my clits, licking and sucking like he was starving. I gripped his hair, hips bucking up. "Oh god... right there..." My thighs trembled around his head. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them while his tongue flicked my clits nonstop. I came again, flooding his mouth, my whole body shaking.

Drunk giggles escaped me between moans. The ceiling lights blurred. Daniel's face flashed in my mind, his smile, his empty promises. "Three years... wasted," I whispered, voice breaking, but I wasn't going to let this night waste.

With one hungry push,I forced this stranger on his back and climbed on top, kissing his neck,while drawing circles on his nipple. With my wet lips,I started planting kisses on his nape, then I came to his nipple, sucking on one while still playing with the other. He responded with a deep moan while trying to flip positions.

“Easy,sweet boy…I'm about to give you the best hand job ever”,I whispered on his chest.

Before he could respond, I made my way slowly to his groin area,planting wet kisses around his cock. He placed one hand behind my head deepening the kiss. With one swift move,I held his already hard dick in one hand, massaging it slowly while the other hand played with his nipple. He groaned loudly, making my pussy very wet. I increased my speed, massaging with both hands while still trying to hold down my orgasm. His moans kept going louder and faster, matching my pace. We kept on moving together in a messy rhythm,bodies slick and hot. Before we both released, I removed my hands and sat my already wet pussy on his hard dick locking my drunk eye with his. He supports my hip with one hand,holding one boob with the other.

“Ride me crazy,” He begged,whisky clouding his smell.

“Take me whole,” He groaned under me, pressing my boob harder and bringing it to his mouth.

With slow movement,I whined on his dick,slowly,hungrily and shamelessly, taking in all his hardness.

I wrapped my hands around his head, pulling closer to him bringing us more closer. I rode slowly, hips clapping on his thigh, my boobs pressed against his chest. I could smell his breath. For some reasons, this stranger still smelt of something rich, but I couldn't think much of it. I kept on going slowly,gliding and bouncing calmly and greedily, taking in every bit of him. My nails digging deep into his neck.

He groaned loudly. His dick swelled inside my pussy. With a final deep thrust, he came, hot cum shooting deep. I clenched around him, milking every drop as another wave hit me.

We collapsed, breathing hard.

But the night wasn't over. After a few minutes of hazy touching, his hands roaming my boobs and between my legs again, he got hard once more. I stroked his dick, feeling it thicken in my palm. We fucked again, me bent over the edge of the bed this time, then against the wall, my legs around him as he lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Every position blurred together in the drunken fog. Mouths everywhere. Hands squeezing, slapping, exploring. I sucked his dick at one point, tasting both of us, my head bobbing sloppily while he gripped my hair. He returned the favor, tongue buried in my pussy until I cried out.

Hours passed like this, intense, raw, no talking beyond moans and curses. Just two drunk broken strangers losing ourselves in each other's bodies. My ex's betrayal stung less with every orgasm, every thrust of this stranger's dick.

Finally, exhausted and still drunk, we fell onto the tangled sheets. His arm draped heavy over my waist, my head on his chest. Our skin stuck together with sweat and cum. The room smelled of sex and alcohol. My eyes fluttered shut, the world fading.

Forget everything until morning... I thought as sleep pulled me under. No names. No past. Just this night.

But as darkness took me, a small voice whispered, "what happens when the sun comes up?"