Chapter 3

"Sure," I said.

Then I dipped my head and brushed my mouth against his.

My entire body seemed to come to life at the first contact of our lips.

A jolt passed from his into me, electrifying my blood, my skin.

The tiny hairs on my arms stood on end as he pulled my into he.

He deepened the kiss with a teasing thrust of my tongue.

I parted my lips eagerly, my tongue meeting his.

It was a shy swipe.

I ran my hands up and down his chest as if I was unable to control myself. He groaned into my mouth.

We devoured each other, his tongue thrusting, mine meeting.

 

We clung to each other, our accelerated breaths the only sound in the room.

I whimpered when he sank his teeth into my lower lip.

A breathy moan slipped out when he touched my right tit, his thumb finding my nipple.

"Oh God," I groaned when he broke the kiss to run his lips down my neck.

"Who the fuck are you?"  he asked as he nipped and licked at my sensitive skin, making me tremble.

My senses returned.

I hesitated for a sec and replied, "I'm your guest. That's all you need to know."

"You're making it impossibly difficult to hold back." He licked my tit off his mouth, tasting mine.

 

He couldn't stop lapping my skin, my pulse skyrocketing against his mouth, my back arching as he blew around my nipple.

"Mmm," I breathed.

He switched to my other tit, a cry releasing from my throat as he pinched the edge of my nipple, pulling it enough to make me moan, "Don't stop."

He groaned and dipped his head in the crook of my neck.

I felt it, the wet and soft touch of his tongue as he licked my flesh.

He kissed my pulse and trailed a hand down the side of my body.

My back arched as tingles raced up my spine and I gasped, closing my eyes at the pleasurable feeling.

Our wet bodies were pressed to each other, leaving no space in between.

 

He didn't have much body hair, giving a clear feeling of his toned chest, well-defined muscles, and—I knew it!

His body would put male models everywhere to shame.

I held my tongue, biting my bottom lip.

My hand was weakly pressed against his chest.

It was too hot.

He was too hot.

Hot and hard.

My heart pounded in my chest, and when I felt him racing under my fingertips, I couldn't help but moan.

It came to a tantalizing stop at my breasts, his long index finger tracing my curves, sending a shiver down my spine.

I caught his hand, my breath unsteady.

"Stop teasing me. Please."

I just wanted to have sex, not make love.

 

"You don't wanna rush this, eh?" He lowered his head, and I felt his hot breath as he whispered in my ear.

"I think I needa warm you up for this first."

Any protest I had died in my throat.

He gave a soft chuckle and slid his fingers down to my thighs, squeezing roughly.

My breathing became even more labored.

I felt him hook a finger into my panties and pull them away, only to return in seconds to trace the outside of my pussy.

There was a sensitive twitch in my belly and slick heat coated his fingers.

"You're already soaking wet, hmm? I haven't even had a chance to play with your clit, babe."

And with that, his thumb finally made its way to my core.

I clenched my legs almost instantly, my back arching.

He took that opportunity to slide his other hand up the curve of my bare back.

 

Fuck, I wanted to scream at how well he worked my body.

"Mmm," he hummed.

"You're squeezing my fingers so tightly... Loosen up."

His tone was seductive and steady, a stark contrast to my uncontrollable gasps of pleasure.

"You can squeeze all you want once my cock is inside you."

I could only whisper as I begged, "Please... Please give it to me."

He laughed softly and leaned down again.

"Your nipples are hard, babe."

His voice began to tremble with excitement.

"All for me…"

"Sh-shut up,” I managed.

I didn't want to hear the filth spilling out of his mouth, especially when it was the truth.

 

He guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy.

I could feel my juices lubricate the head of his cock that was safely inside the latex.

His grunts then surged all the way into me, breaking my hymen.

I gasped in pain and gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

His cock was really a tight fit. I felt my pussy stretched to its capacity.

My nails pierced his skin, leaving marks on his back.

A low moan escaped his lips, his eyes turning red.

Before we had sex, I did want to make him cry, but not in this way.

Soon, the strong pleasure prevented me from thinking about anything else.

 

He gave an experimental thrust, and I couldn’t bite back my moan in time.

"Just like that, babe," he gave a breathy laugh.

This asshole was going to be the death of me.

I felt like I could die like this, lost in the feeling of him. I didn't even have the words to describe it.

It was carnal and passionate in a way that transcended each of my senses.

I was overwhelmed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the vulgar wetness as he drove himself into me again and again, my own shameless screams of euphoria, and his fervent gasps.