CHAPTER THREE

ARIA’s POV

The suite was nothing like the bar beneath it. While the bar beneath was all amber shadows and deliberate dimness, the room the bartender led us to was clean and looked quite expensive, cream walls, dark wood furniture, a king-sized bed dressed in white linen that looked untouched and indifferent to whatever the night was about to make of it. A single floor lamp cast a warm circle of light near the window. 

“Do have a good night rest.” The bartender said as he handed over the key card and disappeared back down the corridor without saying another word.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I slumped on the bed while the handsome stranger dropped his phone on the desk in the far corner of the room and went into the bathroom.

I stood up and managed to slip off my shoes and set them beside the small luggage rack near the wall. Sounds of water filled the room shortly after, which told me he went in to have his bath.

Suddenly, a dirty thought crawled devilishly into my mind. I wanted to open the door and have a look at his cock. Will it be small, medium or huge size. Crazy fantasies crawled into my head.

I don’t know why I felt this way, because this was not me. Maybe it was due to the excessive alcohol intake I had. I have low tolerance for alcohol, and the quantity I took tonight was far beyond what my body could hold. But the thoughts refused to leave anyway.

I was so horny, I just wanted to get laid. Maybe that will reduce the tension in my body and ease the ache in my heart, whatever it may be.

Few minutes later, the stranger walked out of the bathroom, he has a nice body build, like someone that trained his body specifically to look perfect. I just want to touch those muscles. He has a white towel tied to his lower body. I could see his cock rise faintly behind the towel.

“Are you asleep?” He called out but I pretended to have slept.

Then I felt it as he walked over to the side of the bed I was, he wanted to pick the television remote by the bedside. As he leaned forward to pick the remote, his towel got undone and fell down right there, maybe it wasn’t tied properly. I opened my eyes immediately and saw this huge cock staring at me. It was semi-hard but the size was glaring.

He hurriedly picked up the towel, embarrassed, but my mouth already landed on the tip of his cock in a twinkle. The warmth of it sent juice down my pussy.

He wanted to resist but my tongue was already working around the tip of his cock in circular motion. 

Are my fantasies really coming true? My mind asked as my tongue did the work down there.

“What—what are you doing?” He stammered.

I didn’t answer, I just kept doing a good job on his huge cock. At a point, I wasn’t comfortable on the bed, so I dropped to my knees and keep sucking on him.

He held my head firmly with both hands and moan softly as I deep throat on him. After a couple of minutes of sucking him. He pulled me up and his lips crashed on mine. His warm lips with the faint taste of alcohol was more than great.

“You want to get fucked, huh! Now strip off your dress, let me take you through how it’s been done.” He commanded.

I obeyed like an infant responding to the sound of a plate of food dropped on the table. In less than five seconds, I was stark naked in front of this dangerously handsome stranger.

“Now, spread that juicy kitty for me.”

I laid on the bed face up as I spread my legs out wide, putting my pussy in full view.

He touched the lip of my pussy with his forefinger, taking some of the juice on it.

“You’re really juicy, huh!” He licked the juice off his finger and dropped to his knees. His both hands were on my thighs as he pulled me slightly forward. His mouth landed on my pussy, he licked it slowly at first, his tongue making my whole body quiver as he got faster a bit, and more, until he was eating my pussy like a lion devouring its prey.

I held his head firmly in fantasy as his tongue waggled deeper into my pussy entrance. I had never felt this feeling in the eighteen months I had been with Charles.

Charles was not a pussy eater, maybe not to me. He always preached about how it’s not hygienic and proper. But here I was, with a man I believed to be of higher status, eating my pussy like his life depended on it.

Suddenly, I felt his mouth sucking on my clits. My whole body vibrated to the rhythm of his tongue as though electric energy had just spiked through my entire body. The pressure was accumulating like an unending roller-coaster, the not-wanting-to-end feeling waiting for the moment to let out all the pleasure in full. My eyes widened as I felt contractions around my inner muscles.

“I’m cumming,” I said in hush tone beneath the pleasure as I ejaculated, for the first time in my sex life.