MasukLaura's pov.
The alcohol burned in my veins. It was louder than my thoughts. I knew this wasn't me.
Not the sober me. Not the careful girl who over thought everything and apologized too much. But the alcohol didn't care about who I usually was. It peeled me open and let something reckless breathe.
Somewhere in the back of my head, a small voice whispered that I should stop. That I should think. That this wasn't how I acted with strangers.
But the voice was drowned out by the rush in my body, by the way my skin felt too sensitive and too alive.
I laughed softly, I was breathless and surprised by myself.
This is the alcohol, I told myself.
This is not really me.
Yet, I didn't pull away.
“How about you stop flirting with words and start showing me exactly what's on your mind.” he said, leaning his back on the counter.
My eyes followed the direction of his movements and they landed right on his dick. It was hard and I could already see how pointed it looked, as it turned me on the more.
I could basically feel my pussy moving inside of my panties. And all I wanted in that moment was to be free of all the obstructions blocking my path, making it unable for me to take in his nine inches dick. That was how big he was.
I moved closer to him and placed my hands on his chest. I began to trail lines from his neck down to his stomach, and I could notice the way his body shivered. I smiled to myself, at least I was in control.
I brought my hands down to his hip, and I pulled him closer to me, crashing my lips on his. I thought he was going to prove adamant and try to resist me but this time around it was different.
Because the way he kissed me back, someone would think that I had starved him all his life. I slipped my fingers into his hair, kissing him deeply and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me take all of him.
I was supposed to be disgusted. I had never liked deep kisses so much, I hated it with Chad but now with this total stranger I seemed to even love it more.
“Fuck shit!” he moaned into my mouth and that was what I needed to hear to lose control.
He smacked my bum, pulling away from the kiss. Then he bent down slowly, his face directly between my thighs. I gulped hard in anticipation and the next thing he did was unexpected.
No man had ever taken so much time to explore my body the way he did. I felt his hands going inside of my skirt and the next thing I heard was the snap of my panties being dragged down, as he helped me remove them.
“These panties aren't needed when you are with me.” he said, raising it high above his head. Then he slowly brought it down to his nose and inhaled the scent.
“You smell so fucking good. Wouldn't you like to share your secret with me?” he teased, leaving me speechless.
I thought that I was going to be a professional at this game but what I was seeing made me fully convinced that this man in front of me had every degree in foreplay.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed me on top of the slab of the kitchen, raising my skirt up.
“Spread your legs for your master, my submissive.” he said with a deep voice that didn't even make me think twice before I spread my legs open for him to work his magic on me.
He stood in between my thighs, raising my legs up a bit and the next thing I felt was something cold on my clit.
I closed my eyes instantly because I knew that the only thing that could make me feel so good was his tongue on my clit.
I could hear the slurpy noises from him sucking me so good and my resolve was breaking, that I didn't even know when I let out a loud moan.
“Yes Daddy!. Right there! I love it when you do that to me.” I screamed, grabbing his hair tightly as I tried to close my thighs because of the intense pleasure but he wouldn't let me do that. His hand was placed in the middle of my thighs, blocking every move.
When he was done sucking my juices from my pussy. I didn't even wait for anybody to tell me because I was so fucking horny and I needed to be fucked so badly.
My hands reached for his jogger and I pulled it down quickly as his hard dick was revealed before me.
“Are you scared of it?” he asked, smirking at me and I gulped hard.
“Definitely not. I can take in all of you and even more.” I replied.
“Then keep to your words and take in all of me.” he said, and before I could even prepare myself for what was to come next.
He slipped his dick inside of me and we gasped in unison. My pussy walls stretched fully, just to accommodate his big size and he began to thrust in and out.
“Why don't you lift my legs high above your shoulders so you can make the angle deep and it completely takes my breath away.” I whispered and he dragged me closer, raising my legs up and placing it on his shoulder.
I knew that he was fucking enjoying me. His facial expressions were the only images I wanted to see whenever I closed my eyes.
“You're so fucking wet. Your pussy is so tight.” he moaned out and I wrapped my hand around his neck, choking him lightly.
“I'm giving it to you exactly how you like it.” I replied and he grabbed my hair, while he pushed every inch of his dick inside of me as we got lost in each other's eyes.
“Please fuck me, daddy!” I screamed, closing my eyes as I felt the intensity of the pleasure climbing through my brain.
The way he was fucking me was ethereal to me. I was fully convinced that we were not having sex but we were having love making.
The sex wasn't hard or fast. It was just slow and the more he whined his dick inside of me, I tend to lose all of my control because when I was with him, control should be the last thing I was thinking off.
“You've been very bold and you need to be punished.” he said in a deep tone.
He slipped his hand into my shirt and it was much easier for him to gain access to pressing my breasts because I wasn't wearing a bra. Wearing a bra has never been my favourite thing to do and tonight, it served its purpose in my sexual desire.
He began to suck my nipples, while fucking me hard and that was all it took for my insides to tighten. I could feel something trying to come out of my pussy, and the more I forced it. It felt pleasurable to me but I wasn't that dumb not to know what it was.
“Oh my fucking gosh. It's close daddy! I'm fucking cuming.” I screamed loudly as my juices exploded off me and I held onto him tightly with my body jerking off from the good orgasm I just had.
“Cum for me. Yes baby, just like that.” he urged as my breathing became faster and my juices flowed down my thighs.
I tightened my bum and an unexpected moan escaped his lips.
“What do you think you are doing?” he asked.
“I'm just trying to be mischievous. Don't you like it?” I asked, my breath coming in between.
“I won't fucking last. Fuck…fuck… I'm close…Ahhh…this woman, you are going to be the end of me.” he screamed.
“Not yet daddy. Let it all out.” I said and I could see how hard he was trying to fight back his orgasm.
But the harder he fought, the harder I fought back and at the end I won as he released his sperm inside of me.
“I lost control. I couldn't pull out.” he breathed, collapsing on my body.
“It's okay. Thank you for fucking me so good.”
Laura's POV.I stood outside the office door and took a deep breath. The tension back in the office with Lucas still stuck to my skin and it was impossible to shake it off me, no matter how hard I tried.I pressed my fingers into my palm, grounding myself, and reminding myself why I had walked out of his office in the first place.I had done the right thing. I had to believe that.The same man whose hands I still felt in quiet moments. The same man my body remembered too well. No man had ever made my body respond the way he did. No man had ever made me lose myself like that in so much sexual desire and pleasure. No man had ever made me cum like that. And the worst part wasn't the memory, it was how alive it still felt inside of me.I hated myself for it.I hated that even after everything, my body still reacted to him. That my thoughts still drifted back to that night. That part of me wanted something I had no right to want.Zara's face flashed in my mind. What mattered most to me wa
Lucas's POV.Weeks passed, but that night refused to loosen its grip on me. It refused to stay where it belonged.That night would always stay in the quiet moments that I had to myself. In the spaces between my meetings and in the way my body reacted before my mind could stop it. I had slept with women before, plenty of them but none of them stayed like this. And none of them followed me into the daylight.Laura did. I remembered her the way you remember a song you didn't mean to fall in love with. The way her body had fit against mine like it had always known where to go.The way she had looked at me without fear and without hesitation, like she wanted something and didn't care what it cost.That look messed with me more than anything else. I tried to drown it out by going out to clubs. I went to bars and loud places.I tried to drown it down the way men like me usually do. I made sure to get close to different women. I allowed them to press their bodies against mine. I let them pu
Laura's POV.I woke up suddenly, my body jerking like I had fallen from somewhere high.For a few seconds, I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. My heart raced for no clear reason, the room felt unfamiliar to me but not enough to scare me, yet my body felt wrong.It felt heavy and used. I felt sore in places that made my stomach twist with embarrassment, and I felt self conscious.I shifted slightly and felt the warmth beside me. Zara was still asleep next to me, her back was turned against me and she was breathing slow and steady. That alone should have calmed me, but it didn't. Instead, memories rushed in all at once.My brain flashed in a jiffy and I remembered last night. Hands and lips, a low voice against my ears. The way my body had responded without hesitation. The way I had wanted more even when I knew I shouldn't, it all felt real to me.I swallowed hard and pulled the duvet higher, suddenly aware of my own body. But I had slept over at Zara's place more times than I c
Laura's pov.The alcohol burned in my veins. It was louder than my thoughts. I knew this wasn't me. Not the sober me. Not the careful girl who over thought everything and apologized too much. But the alcohol didn't care about who I usually was. It peeled me open and let something reckless breathe.Somewhere in the back of my head, a small voice whispered that I should stop. That I should think. That this wasn't how I acted with strangers.But the voice was drowned out by the rush in my body, by the way my skin felt too sensitive and too alive.I laughed softly, I was breathless and surprised by myself.This is the alcohol, I told myself. This is not really me.Yet, I didn't pull away.“How about you stop flirting with words and start showing me exactly what's on your mind.” he said, leaning his back on the counter.My eyes followed the direction of his movements and they landed right on his dick. It was hard and I could already see how pointed it looked, as it turned me on the more.
Laura's POV.For a split second, after my palm connected with Chad's face. People stared at me in awe, like no one trusted what they had just seen.The old Laura would have apologized by now. She would have cried. She would have begged him to understand. She would have folded herself into something small and forgivable. But I didn't.Chad looked at me with a stunned expression. His cheeks were already turning red.“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped at me. I stepped closer to him.“Never,” I said. “Never in your life speak to me with that kind of disrespect again.”Someone gasped at my warning. I didn't look to see who.“You don't own me. You don't get to humiliate me and then act like I should be grateful. Move on chad. There is nothing between us, she was the one who forced herself on me, right? That's what you said?” The words felt unreal coming out of my mouth. Like I was borrowing someone else's courage.“Laura, you are drunk. Don't embarrass yourself.” he said and I l
Laura's POV.This day was supposed to be perfect.It was my last day in college, and for once, my chest felt light instead of tight. The kind of light that came with endings that promised new beginnings for me.I stood in front of my mirror, turning slowly, smiling at my reflection like I was meeting myself for the first time.But tonight mattered more than anything to me. There was a graduation party happening off campus, and Chad, my boyfriend, had planned everything together.Down to the smallest detail. Matching outfits. Matching Colors. A couple's statement. We were supposed to walk into the graduation party together and let everyone see what we were.I had imagined it so many times.I was adjusting my earrings when Zara, my best friend, walked in. She didn't smile at me. She didn't tease me. She didn't say my name.Her face was calm, almost too calm, but her eyes gave her away. “Laura,” she said softly. “Have you checked your phone?”I felt anxious and I turned to her. “Is ev







