Chapter 48 He Gone
Sarah
The wine was taking effect again. I felt like I was being lulled on a swing, while the world around me swam and spun in complete disarray. The billionaire had already brazenly positioned himself between my legs.
He pressed his strong, powerful hand against the mattress. He squeezed his penis with his fingers and, with a few strokes, stimulated the hard flesh with his hand, smearing his precum over the shaft and head.
Clenching his jaws, holding the erect shaft with his hand, he pushed it into the swollen folds. He kissed... and thrust forward with his hips.
"Oh," a loud moan escaped my lips, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut. I dug my nails into his shoulders, scratching his back.
"You're such a cat!" A second thrust followed.
Sparks flew from my eyes.
He entered almost all the way, stretching my vagina with his powerful piston. I felt discomfort again. But thanks to the wine and the abundance of lube, it wasn't as intense.
"It's crazy! You really are still tight. I want you!"
He bounced back vigorously, squeezing my buttocks, and began to fuck me at a faster pace, while my fingers scratched his back.
And then I felt a surge of heat… Sweat broke out on my forehead, arms, and legs. I wanted more. I dreamed of reaching the finish line.
Desire… wild, insane, inhuman, returned, spreading like liquid lava through my veins. My body began to live its own life, and my hips began to move in time with the thrusts of Shawn’s cock.
He wheezed and grunted as he moved inside me, thrusting all the way in and out, then thrusting back in with muffled growls. He bit my neck, my breasts, my nipples. He kissed, touched, and caressed me everywhere, as if he were deliberately branding me.
Shawn spanked my bottom several times. He squeezed my buttocks hard and patted them. He jerked forward, rolled his eyes at one point, couldn't hold back, and came.
Shawn lay on top of me, shaking and moaning, muttering inaudible curses under his breath. But I couldn't come, I didn't have time. Realizing this, he slid his hand between my legs, leisurely pushed my legs wider, and plunged two fingers into my eager, dripping hole.
He bent them. He thrust them deep into me, working his hand quickly, pressing on my clitoris and vaginal muscles at the same time. He curled his fingers, working them skillfully and hard. Like a machine gun!
Bang!
Darkness fell upon my eyes, shaking me all over, and I was literally thrown up off the bed, writhing in sharp spasms of bliss.
"Come on, Sarah, come on, good! Fuck my fingers yourself, girl!"
Slap!
The billionaire smacked my ass with a sharp, resounding slap, urging me on. I impaled myself on his fingers, completed the final thrusts with three final thrusts, and experienced such a powerful orgasm that I thought my heart would stop.
My voice choked, trembling and writhing in wild convulsions, I felt like I'd flown to the moon, and then... my consciousness blacked out, and blissful silence descended.
I woke up to the bright sun shining into my eyes. Opening my eyelids, which felt like they weighed a ton, I slowly began to regain consciousness. The first thing I saw was the wall clock.
It showed half past nine in the morning. I was once again falling apart like a marmot during hibernation. But I felt so good and comfortable that I didn't want to leave my cozy, secluded cocoon.
And then it felt like a slap in the face. I jumped up, remembering everything that had happened last night.
Damn it! I clutched my head... How could I? This is so wrong. Have you completely lost your mind, Sarah? You slept with a man you're not in a serious relationship with. You did something stupid by drinking too much... Now I know for sure that I shouldn't drink!
Looking around, I was horrified. I felt much worse than before.
I'm lying naked. Naked! Wrapped in a blanket, on which large, dried stains of white liquid are clearly visible. The crazy night flashes before my eyes like my entire life, as if it flashed by in a second before my own death.
Recovering from my hangover, I jump to my feet and quickly start getting ready. The clothes I washed yesterday need to dry. I run around the room, fussing and sobbing. Shawn is gone without a trace; he's gone, but there's a hefty wad of cash on the nightstand.
He paid me like a whore...
He fucked me. He took his. Without a word in the morning, he simply left. He rushed off to his fiancée. He'll continue to play the innocent angel, indulging her in everything, for his own selfish ends.
A disgusting sensation squeezes my chest, depriving my lungs of oxygen. His shoes are no longer in the hallway. I slept so soundly that I didn't even notice he left. I slept through everything! Simply because this crazy demon tortured and tormented me with endless volleys of orgasms until dawn.
First, I rush into the shower. I wash away his marks, the traces of sperm, the indentations of his rough fingers. Unfortunately, I can't wash them off. He bit me all over.
He even left bruises here and there! He's not just a man, he's a monster. I'm ashamed. I cry. I feel humiliated, as if I've been used and then erased from my memory forever.
I step out of the shower, looking at myself in the mirror. I can even see a still-healed wound on my lips—he squeezed and bit my lips so hard that my lower lip is cracked. My lips look swollen and red. What a terrible man, fucking asshole billionaire. A real jackal!
I quickly start getting dressed. I'm hurriedly stuffing my things into my bag, feeling incredibly lousy, when suddenly I hear the click of a lock, followed by approaching footsteps.
I freeze. The familiar energy from behind me crashes down like a powerful avalanche of cold. Such a powerful aura is inherent to only one person! "Going somewhere?"
I turn around. My heart skips a beat. It's HIM. Standing right behind me. And he's smiling bloodthirstily...
I'm shaken by this dangerous image and those dark, beast-like eyes, blazing with fire. For some reason, I feel like they won't let me go so easily. Having fallen under Shawn's influence, I realized I was doomed forever.