Seventh Seduction

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HEARTBROKEN

“I know what you want, but I am going to let you have it.” I said breathing hard, even though trying to pull my emotions together.

It’s really driving me crazy and I can no longer hold back.

“What do I want ?’ the slim tall man asked, having his arm thrown across my shoulders.

You don’t know what you want and you met me on the way by this time of the day and offered to give me a ride, and straight way brought me to a hotel suite? Are you insane? I seethed in my mind.

I could have said that to him if he was my mate, but he looks somehow way older. And even though heartbroken, a bit of my good moral upbringing still existed in me. But I am sure it wouldn’t stay till morning.

I waved my head and showed a pitiful grin.

“You and I know you want to take off my clothes and throw me in this bed, and make me cry the second time today.” I muttered, maintaining a composed facade , with my attention scarcely focusing on the playing tv fixed on the wall.

The man chuckled a low laugh, he must be overwhelmed or intrigued by my straight forwardness.

“Crying the second time, how?” he asked flatly.

“I just finished crying. And I don't think I want to talk about that. I only know for sure you are about to make me cry the second time.’

“Not really baby,” he whispered into my ears, slightly nibbling them. It sent a sensual shiver down my spine. The touch of his lips on my ears was intoxicating and poured a sinful desire all over me. A quick urge to throw myself on the bed for him craved expression.

For the same reason I have always refused to visit my boyfriend in his house. Even though I was 21, I wasn’t ready to be banged. I can’t believe he had the mind to leave me for another girl on a permanent note. Imagine Kova telling me with pictorial evidence in my inbox that he was getting married tomorrow. Just like that? Someone I was with yesterday? I have called him more than a thousand times, and he has refused to take my calls.

It couldn’t have been anything else except that I had vehemently refused to let him in. I was only saving it for our future marriage. I wanted an ancient thing to happen during our first night. I wanted the difficult and painful penetration, the blood struggles and all that to happen on the first night.

Come to think of it, how long had Kova met this new girl that he already fixed a marriage date with her? That means he had been seeing another girl while professing unwavering love to me. Men ! God will punish men!

The thought triggered a mixture of anger and bitterness in me.

The contrast of the anger audacity raging in me and the fantasy which came from viewing the naked image of a giant toy man standing by the side of the room introduced a sudden crave to see the man’s size in comparison to the image. And I was ready to see it, even if it was going to make me go out of my way. I feel emotionally messed up, and clearly I can't help myself.

“Do what you want to do or I'll get out of this room.” I purred moderately, not wanting to show the fullness of the anger burning in me. And I meant it. I didn’t care what the time was and where I was going from here.

The man’s hand on my shoulders instinctively freezed. He was moved by my last words.

I put my hand on my zip that was by the side of my cloth and drew it down, exposing a bare skin and the line of my bra holder which crossed through the open space.

The man would have thought I was a prostitute or very wayward as I did that.

He started kissing me. I held his neck and we kissed, kissing. It lingered and became very intoxicating as our tongues deeply clung to the other. The big room is now sophisticated in our proximity.

I didn't care about what was going to happen next, I just wanted a scene that would dissolve the heaviness stuck like a rock in my heart. Kova had fucking messed me up today, and I am not about to forget that in 10years.

Sparkles of fire flickered in my eyes as we became tense, soaked in the divine warmth of the kissing sensation. My sultry flesh wanting more.

I drew the man up from the bed and we kissed more talking with our eyes. I could feel him squirming under his trousers. The hardness was actively craving to reach me from beneath his clothes and the little impact on me was overwhelming. I put my hands on his trousers and zipped it wide open. I was impatient. It felt like I was going to burst into pieces in a matter of seconds. The intensity of the hotness happening in me was massively compelling. Everything about Kova had suddenly disappeared into a furious whirlwind. I pulled his trousers down along with his draws. His shaft sprang up animatedly.

I knew a lot of bad things but I only did not want to do them. But I think the good girl days are gone now.

I eagerly bent to my kneel and without words covered his length with my mouth, licking it. He made stupid crazy sounds that made me imagine he was a novice.

He couldn’t be, at this age.

I did that for some time, making him really crazy and staring at me like a fool. All his cuteness has disappeared through the massive wave of lust.

I stopped and sat back on the bed and watched him tense and trembling.

****

The tall slim man came on me like a lion, my clothes fell off within 10seconds. He threw me into the bed as I initially expected.

We continued the kissing session. He fumbled everywhere, getting me incredibly horny. Our naked bodies tensing at their proximity. I haven't done much but I know a lot. From the knowledge I have gathered through stories, videos and more, I could tell he hadn't done a great job in trying to get my pants wet compared to what I would love to be done. But my inexperience had credited him an advantage. I laid helpless for him ready to be tamed. I had gotten so horny on his little attempts.

He tried to push in his long shaft.

Surprise!

There was no road. Traffic road block. He tried to force it, but no. It was so tight a finger can’t pass.

“Virgin!” he exclaimed surprisingly. “You never told me.” he tried to quit.

I held him tightly. I have already made up my mind to lose it tonight and am not going back on it.

He continued unwillingly. It must have been the most difficult time of his life.

He almost used the whole saliva in his mouth, yet no successful entrance. But the pain was too much. I forced him out before he got me injured.

We both laid side by side staring at the tv on the wall. From the end of my eyes I can see his hardness still active. Another mixed feelings of anger and pain.

The anger that he couldn’t complete his mission x and the pain of the futile attempts he made in the hard ways.

It wasn’t up to another 10minutes before the tall man slept off, leaving me in the pool of two negative contrasts. I tapped him, but he was deep asleep. I was bent to get out of my way, this thing that made me lose the guy I loved so much. Though i wasn’t doing it for him, i just want to do it and move on with the next plan in my mind.

My eyes went back to the huge toy man by the side of the room. I quickly left the bed and went to him to check the nature of his design. His manhood was fixed and had trailing lines of veins on its erected sculpture making it look so craving. I gradually unfixed it. I have to do this by myself. I went into the bathroom, there was no moisturizing cream. Only soap. But the scent of the soap was disgusting.

I clothed the toy with enough lipgloss from my bag and came back to the bed. Slowly I forced it deeply inside me, enduring the pain. The pleasure was fun and painful as I went slowly in and out. I tried hard not to remember the message Kova sent to my inbox. It could make me hurt myself out of bitterness. The wedding bill reappeared in my head, but I suppressed it.

As I enjoyed the moment of pleasure and pain, the tall man woke up and glared at me.