Craving the hot stranger.

Taking daddy’s command.

Chapter 2.

Author's Pov.

Amelia’s heart leaped and she felt stop beating for a moment. Breathing the air after a few seconds she gulped down nothing and batted her lashes, the mere sight of the perfectly 6, 4 Greek god standing by the door made her inner churn.

Her eyes roamed over his built physics, he was dressed in a very casual two-piece, but his Aura was outstanding and it spoke volumes,

He was claded in a two-piece armless white shirt that revealed his muscled arm, a black pants, and a white Snickers complemented his outfit as much as his lips complemented his face, as he sucked gently from the juice, Amelia salivated her pussy pulsing as she suddenly wished to have her juice pouring down his throat.

“Fuck! Those words played in her head as he walked closer into the room, his tanned skin reflected as the light settled on him, and his daft fingers slipped out of his pocket alongside his phone.

Amelia figured that he was trying to call a person as he took the phone to his ear, while he awaited the pickup, Amelia used that as an avenue to daydream her eyes roaming around his hands, There was no doubt that those daft fingers would be good with holes, her hole she mentally refrained.

“Urgh…” she cursed frustrated, for a damn long time she had not felt sexually attracted to anyone. Not after her ex messed up her life.

When he finally spoke, She watched as his mutter twitched into inaudible talks, Amelia’s naughty mind presented her with no words that he would say to her in low whispers

Amelia knew there was more to her presence at this party the moment she agreed to attend,

The gorgeous presence of this hot stranger who stole the breath everyone's way infuriated Amelia, she hated the look everyone’s eyes carried, they desired him, and she hated it, she wanted to be the only one who saw him, who wanted him, who desired him.

His ocean-blue, mesmerizing eyes pierced through the crowd in search of one person and when they fell on her, her body quivered at the arousal she felt, her heart made a leap, as he began to approach her, the nagging feeling to adjust her hair and dress kept heating hard.

Amelia took solace in the wine in her hand, to quench the burning fire, but it only complicated the issues and mentally informed her what it would feel like to have the taste of his cum in her mouth.

His tall physic toward over almost everyone in the room and his aura, It was second to non, his casual dressing could not even deny him the attention he ran away from.

His hoodie cap covered his hair leaving a few strands to sit pretty on his face.

Amelia felt utterly jealous of the hair, she wished her pussy was seating pretty on his face while he lapped deliciously from it.

While he walked closer to her, Amelia’s gaze fell on his jaws they were as sharp as the edge of a knife, he was undoubtedly striking, and his physic? Amelia doubted if she had seen any before.

“You are here?” Jackson’s voice jolted Amelia out of her lustful stare.

“You kept me waiting…” his sexy octave dropped some heat and he left them on her pussy.

So he wasn't even coming for her? She mentally inquired from herself feeling disappointed.

“You wouldn't blame me, right? Hosting isn't all fun.” Jackson teased.

Amelia stared at the angry sight of his face, but not even a bit of gorgeousness disappeared, instead he looked like a master taking his submission.

Amelia hated the strong attraction she had towards this hot stranger, she hated BDSM but she already used there terms just because of him.

“Own up to your mistake and introduce me to this pretty..” his eyes fell on Amelia.

From his mouth to her ears, liquidizing her pussy yet again, Amelia’s cheeks turned red, he referred to her as pretty.

Jackson smiled, he could sense a heat.

“Thats not a problem you know.” he further winked.

“Amelia this is my friend hardcore, hardcore this is Amelia, my close friend.”

Amelia's brows arched… what a wired name… either way she stretched her hands and he took it in, igniting the passionate glare.

“Nice to meet you, Pretty Amelia…” his finger constantly creased her palms, sending strokes of heat down her pussy

She managed to remind herself that it was just a friendly handshake, but she couldn't have just accepted with the wild thoughts of his fingers stroking her tight cunt that made their way to her head.

With all self-control mustard, she pulled her hands from him.

“Nice to meet you… Mr. Mr. Hardcore…” She momentarily repeated the name as a rehearsal of how to moan that name If time permitted her.

Jackson stared at the two with a grin dangling at the bream of his lips he knew his friend was a pervert but he didn't know why Amelia was acting this way.

“Your… your name..., is… is it..,”

“That's not his original name.” Jackson snatched the words out of the stranger's mouth. He was planning to say something that would make Amelia lose feelings.

“He hates to be called by his name. He got that name from how hard he sex a girl.”Jackson wiredly chuckled and Amelia gulped down nothing unable to resist the urge that directed her gaze to the location of his dick.

She wondered how big he was down there, could he have made the lady cum countlessly?

“He is not even lying… you missed the part that my presence at this party is to get fuck. He winked the sexual sound of that made Amelia’s head spine and the glass on her hand fell to the floor sending all the juice on her dress.

“Oh my goodness! Amelia!” Jackson exclaimed.

He reached out to the tissue on the table unwrapping a few.

Amelia reached out to it.

“You know you didn't have to exaggerate that way right? It's a leather dress and Red ontop of it, it won't get stained.”

“Are you okay?” Hardcore asked as he watched her clean the pineapple shaft off her dress.

Amelia stared up at him flashing him an Awkward smile.

How was she supposed to be okay when he confessed to coming to the party just to fuck someone and she knew he wasn't going to fuck her since Jackson already introduced her as his friend.

Amelia flashed him a smile again but she noticed his eyes were on her but not on her face, they were somewhere different more like the forbidden place.

The lust in his eyes directed her to stare down at her boobs, to be met with the Pecky sight of her erect nipples threatening to pull out of the dress.

“Fuck!” she cursed and sprang up, how did she not notice all of that? And the look in his eyes he was definitely a pervert. How could the mere sight and voice of a man turn her on this much

“Are you okay?” Jackson asked?”

“Yes… of course yes…I just need to locate the restroom.”

“Do I need to show you out?

“No… not at all… I will find my way.” she flashed Jackson a smile and hurriedly walked away.

“Don't stay long the party will start officially in a few minutes.” Jackson’s voice followed suit and Amelia nodded.

Jackson turned to stare at his friend only to meet his friend’s eyes following Amelia’s physic as she found her way through the crowd with lust and a great desire to have her floating in his eyes.

“Can you stop staring now?”

Hardcore scoffed, one that reminded Jackson not to cross the line.

“It's not in human nature to tell me what to do, forgotten?”

Jackson rolled his eyes.

“You can't have her?”

“Why? You like her?”

“Of course not… she is just my friend and I do not need to get down her pants.”

“Good for you… well, I will have her, cause she wants me.”

Jackson’s hand ran into his hair.

“You are not going to keep her dude, she is too broken for a man like you.”

“Broken girls don't stare at men… and one sex won’t get us attached….”

Jackson sneered.

“I am warning you okay?”

“Start the party already and get me a slut to fuck while I search for how to get under your baby’s pant.” sarcastically he let out and winked.

Jackson shook his head and smiled.

“You still haven’t changed after seven years of traveling out of the state you came worst.”

Hardcore chuckled.

“I wonder who nursed you with fake ideology that traveling out helps to better people…. I am. Only a step away from being a sex lord.” He winked.

“Urrrgggh… you are such a pervert!”

“I know…I know.. get me a slut.” He winked

“I wonder how Megan would look up to someone like you as a brother.

He chuckled at jackson’s words and further reply.

“She better be a Casanova else she would get used.”

That was the height of what Jackson could listen to. Although he was no difference from his friend but he was never a predator.

Alnado El Maximo is a friend to Jackson and the only son and Emperor of the MAFIA clan of the late Alnado, he had spent most of his life making money and training to become powerful and never had time for love, he believed in pussy languages but never kept one lady, he is the Almighty El Maximo and the only Zillionir at the time, undoubtedly he is everyone woman’s choice, and his stepmother is not an exception, Sheltered with a black Raven hair and clothed with a tanned skin that magnifies the light, he was the darkest of all been. He is dark and never mingles with the light, he is Alnado EL MAXIMO. The LORD of all LORD’S the number one KILLER MACHINE.

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Amelia rushed into the bathroom her pussy making the same impulse as it was when he stared at her.

“Urgghhh…” she cursed at the hungry state of her pussy.

Amelia hurriedly walked to the toilet, she closed the WC and sat on it…

Her pussy was tingling and pulsing from just a mare handshake.

How can she shamelessly crave a man she knew nothing about, she was craving the same red flag she ran away from.

The replacement of her ex who could fuck anything without a thought yet she was craving him even with all the pervert attitude. Would she ever attract a man without such features?

She raised her dress up and sit comfortably on the closed WC.

“Gosh! I can't believe he made me an ocean. I desperately need a realize.”