Intense

We emerged on the second floor. He quickly moved me down the hall and stopped outside a door. He swiped a keycard and pushed it open.

I followed him in. This complete stranger had me in his web, and I wasn’t getting out, didn’t want to.

His room was neat and orderly. In fact, I didn’t see any luggage at all. Otherwise, it was the mirror image of my room, except he only had one bed in his.

He turned on the lights, opened the mini refrigerator, and handed me a miniature bottle of wine. He opened his and we clinked bottles, drinking.

He set his aside. We hadn’t said a word this whole time, and his eyes locked with mine, those piercing blue eyes.

When he took me and pulled me against him, I knew it then and there. I was ready, beyond ready. When pleasure and excitement rushed through my body as he kissed me, his incredible taste making my lips buzz with electricity, I knew I was making the right decision.

He took my clothes off, slowly at first, but soon with a hunger that even surprised me. His lips lingered on ever inch of my skin, his fingers pressed against my swollen clit, sending pleasure careening around my skull.

I could barely think as he took off his own shirt and pants, revealing lines of ink all along his skin. He pressed me against the bed, his fingers pressed deep inside me. My back arched and I moaned.

“Emory,” I whispered. “Fuck me. Please.”

He slowly moved down along my skin. “Say that again,” he commanded.

He spread my legs open wider and pressed his mouth against my soaking pussy. “Emory,” I gasped, half a moan, and grabbed the sheets. “Please fuck me.”

He began to lick and suck my clit expertly, working me, driving me wild. I couldn’t believe the way he worked me, how it felt, as waves of pleasure rolled through my body.

“Emory,” I moaned. “Oh my god. Fuck. Please, I want you to fuck me.”

He smirked up at me. “I fucking love hearing you moan, Tara,” he said. “But I love the way this cunt tastes even more.” He went back to work, his tongue pressing deep inside me, rolling back out and around my clit.

I was losing my mind. I’d never been touched this way before, never with so much skill. He worked me, and I was completely his. In that moment we both knew that he could have me however he wanted.

And finally, as I drew nearer and nearer to coming on his filthy, incredible mouth, he drew back. I watched as he opened the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He tore it open and rolled it down along his thick cock, smirking at me.

“Beg again,” he said.

“Please,” I said. He pulled me toward him, spreading my legs wide. “Please,” I begged again.

He pressed himself deep inside me, and fire rocketed through my mind.

Pleasure and pain bit through me, and I grabbed his back, digging my nails into his skin as he began to fuck me slow and deep, rocking his hips against mine.

My mind was completely overwhelmed by him, by his smell and taste, as he worked inside me, fucking me deep and rough. I took his thick cock, moaning in his ear, saying his name over and over.

Harder and deeper, he fucked me longer, our bodies sweating together. I didn’t know how long he took me. All I knew was that my hips were rocking along with his, desperate to take his cock, to feel him slide inside my soaking pussy.

He fucked me deeper and deeper, rougher, grunting his pleasure, whispering in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight, girl,” he said. “God you’re so fucking delicious. This pussy is mine tonight.”

“Emory,” I gasped. “I’m yours tonight.”

“You light my veins on fire, girl,” he said. “This fucking tight cunt drives me fucking crazy.”

Our bodies worked together, harder and deeper, harder and faster.

Emory’s handsome face grinned down at me, my body dripping with sweat.

He worked me that way, harder and faster. I never expected the orgasm to roll through my skin, but it did, nearly making me pass out.

I gripped the sheets hard as my whole body tensed, his cock working me deep, his lips against my ear, fucking me hard and harder. I came on his thick cock, taking every inch of him. He fucked me harder then, savagely, needing it. I couldn’t hold myself back. I moaned with wild abandon, taking his thick cock.

When he came deep inside me, I thought we were safe. I thought condoms never broke, or at least they rarely broke.

I didn’t realize how unlucky I was. Not that night at least. That night I slept next to him, our sweating bodies intertwined. That night he got me off a second time, an hour later, his mouth pressed against my pussy.

That night I really was in paradise. The next morning, I woke up to an empty room and a handwritten note that said, You’re incredible. Maybe we’ll see each other again one day. Emory.