Chapter five

Immediately the elevator shut, he reached for me, kissing me fiercely. Something Matteo never does because he tends to kiss me slowly. A different kind of feeling erupted within me as I kissed him back with the same roughness. 

He was pulling me somewhere with my legs wrapped around him. Before I knew it, my back hit a soft mattress. It was then I registered where we were. The bedroom was luxury itself but that wasn't my concern now. 

He pulled my gown and when it slipped down my shoulders, he latched unto my breast, kissing, nibbling, sucking. I arched backwards giving him the space he needed and taking the rest of my gown off me, I reached for his belt. 

"Desperate now are we?" He said and I giggled as he ripped the buttons of his shirt open. 

He was a god. The way his muscles flex as he took his shirt off made me swallow.

Now he stood completely bare before me, and I took in the size of the dick between his legs.  

"You're going to get me killed with that," I stated as a matter of fact. 

"On your knees," I didn't waste time. I went down on him, taking him in my mouth. Rotating my tongue around his tip, I heard him stifle a moan. I took him in, starting the movements. He gripped my hair at one point and took over the movements and I swear I almost gagged when the movements were faster than I was use to. 

After some time he pulled out of my lips and threw me on the bed. 

"You have the body of a goddess," keeping my legs apart, he went down on me. "Let me make you feel good," he breathed against my pussy.

My moans echoed inside the room as his tongued worked his magic. God, I've never felt anything so good in my life. I gripped the sheets tightly as i arched myself towards him, wanting more, needing more.

"Yes, there...there! Your tongue feels so good." I cried, squeezing my breasts so hard. I wanted more. He sucked on my clit and I titled my head backwards, arching into him. My body responding and needing more from him. 

When he let go, I felt empty. I watched him clean his lips, staring at me now with a knowing look. Yes, oh my i couldn't wait.

I watched him bring out something from a drawer, wearing the condom the condom before climbing back to bed. 

Taking my legs and pulling them towards him roughly, he spread them apart. I felt hot around my pussy when he slammed into me for the first time. Fuck, my body reacted immediately, welcoming him. He finally found his rhythm as his strokes began faster, desperate....

I squeezed by breast hard as he lavished my pussy with the heat of his strokes, gripping the sheets tighter than before. 

I groaned desperately, when he stopped for a moment but it lasted a few moments. He took my legs above his shoulder immediately and pushed his dick back inside me. My body jolted with immense pleasure and I threw my head back and moan. 

With every hard thrusts, my body responded by moving an inch backwards. He dragged me closer towards him and turned me over before he moved in with faster and needier thrusts.

"Oh god, oh my god." I cried out, his dick feeling good inside my wet pussy.

Holding my tiny waist, he teased me with his cock. Pushing just the tip of it inside just to spite my pleasure. 

"Beg for it," 

I had to. I wanted to. "Please, fuck me." 

He listened to my plea and sunk his dick deep inside of me. Slamming into me with hard thrusts like earlier. My ass slammed against his pelvis, bouncing at every impact and I couldn't hold in my moans. 

My body began withering in pleasure minutes later as his punishing thrusts grew rougher. My lips gave out a moan as I vision became clouded with mindless pleasure. 

He turned me back so that my back was against the soft Mattress and I clinged into his shoulders. I began hearing his raspy sexy grunts. He growled while drawing his cock back and slamming into me again. 

"Cum for me," and I did with a moan louder than intended. Few seconds later, his body vibrated again mine as he came. 

Physical relaxed now, he laid across me and stared at me while releasing heavy breaths. 

"Did I hurt you?" 

Hurt me? Pfft! Can we go again? 

"No, you did not," I replied wiping the surprise off my face. Not all men tend to ask that question when they just fucked the life out of a stranger. 

"You are not from around here," he said to me. 

"No, New york actually. I can here with my boy- my ex boyfriend now." I said and forced a smile when I noticed that i had his full attention. 

"He broke up with you, and you came here so you can convince yourself that you can move on so easily." He said. 

"He means nothing to me now," I stated. "By tomorrow, I will be going back to New York, to begin my life without him." I told him and he hummed in reply. 

"So I don't get to see you again," He said and smirked when he noticed his question made me speechless. 

He wanted a repeat of what we just had just like me. 

"What should I call you?" I asked few minutes later. Sleep was laced in my voice when I asked this. 

His hands swept against my head, the movements urging me to sleep. "Call me Marcelo." He said and my eyes closed immediately. I tried to blink off the sleep but I ended up succumbing to it. The last I heard was his deep chuckle and him telling me to get some sleep. 

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I woke up to a cold empty bed. Few minutes of staring at myself under the sheets, it finally clicked. I slept with someone yesterday, someone I barely knew and for one thing, I didn't blame the alcohol. It was all me. 

"Shit!" I grabbed my clothes and threw them on as quick as I could before finding my way down stairs. I felt my purse for my phone, just to be sure it was there before walking out of the club. 

Cool music still played in the background but the people in here, were few compared to last night. 

Immediately I opened the door to leave, I was greeted with cold early morning wind. Rubbing my arms for warmth, I looked right, trying to remember where I came from. 

If I could make it to our hotel room now, I still had a chance of seeing Matteo one last time, at least before he left. 

I realized, no matter how much he hurt me, I still didn't have the heart to hate him. I was madly in love with Matteo but the only problem was I thought he was too. If he really did love me so much, if he really did feel half of what I felt for him, he wouldn't have agreed to whatever his parents were making him do. 

I thought I made him happy. I thought I put a lot of energy into our relationship. In real sense, that's the issue. Giving every thing you have and getting nothing in return. Not even a chance to fight for what we had. That was my mistake and I'm never making it again. 

I started off in the direction I remember, hoping to see something that reminded me of the way back to the hotel was staying. My heels clicked against the road and for a moment, I was forced to look back. The darkness behind me only gave me the incentive to move faster. 

When I looked back the third time, that was when I saw it, the black SUV that pack besides the road. I turned the corner, hoping that I had no need to be scared of the night and there was no meaning to the packed car by the side of the road. 

My steps increased when I heard footsteps behind me but I could barely go far on heels. 

"Hello princess," the cool voice said. I saw the figure of a man leaned on the wall. My footsteps came to a halt and when I saw him blow out smoke from his lips as his face finally came to view, I knew he was trouble. And so, I turned in fear. 

Instantly, strong hands held mine from behind and I only felt a warm cloth against my face before everywhere went black.