Chapter 103 One Night Stand

Chapter 103 One Night Stand


I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance but failed miserably. Just when I was about to fall face first, strong arms pulled me back. My world was spinning; the sudden movement made me want to puke, and that would have been embarrassing. I hated my friend for leaving me all alone in my aunt’s house.

“Whoa there, lady, be careful. Wouldn’t want to break that pretty face of yours, now, would we?” His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I trembled. I must have drunk too much. I tried to free myself from the stranger’s grip, but he only tightened his hold.

“L-let go of me,” I whispered weakly.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered huskily. He began kissing my ear, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

“Hmm, your moan is turning me on.” To prove his point, he pressed his erection against my back. I gasped. He was hard as a rock.

Maybe because I was so drunk, I pressed myself closer to him. I grinded against his massive hard-on. It felt so damn good. I knew there were other people around, but I didn’t care anymore.

“Goddammit. You’re so fucking sexy. I want to bend you over and fuck you right here,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

I turned my head, fisted his hair in my hand, and kissed him hard. He bit my lip, and I moaned, opening my mouth. His tongue slipped inside, and I kissed him back just as passionately. I could feel his hands roaming over different parts of my body.

“What’s stopping you?” I said seductively when our lips parted. I looked at him closely and realized just how handsome he was—gentle eyes, a sharp nose, and thin lips.

He pulled me along and brought me into a bedroom. I didn’t know whose room it was, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for this stranger to claim me, to relieve the ache between my legs. I wanted to feel his cock moving in and out of me.

He pinned me against the door and kissed me again. This time, his kisses were rough, but I loved it. I kissed him back eagerly. I felt his hand slip under my blouse, but I didn’t stop him. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them. Unable to hold back any longer, he removed my blouse, followed by my bra.

He left my lips and began kissing my neck, trailing downward until he reached my left breast. He started sucking on my nipple. I threw my head back and moaned. He was like a starving baby. My fingers tangled in his hair from the intense sensations I was feeling. 

With my free hand, I began unbuttoning his pants. When I finally touched his hardness, I started playing with it. I pumped my hand up and down, paying attention to the tip. He stopped what he was doing, so I knelt in front of him. Without hesitation, I took his throbbing member into my mouth. I heard him groan.

“Fuck, your mouth is so hot,” he moaned. I licked him while looking into his eyes. “Shit, stop. You’ll make me cum with that mouth of yours.” He pulled me up and kissed me again. Then he led me to the bed and laid me down. He removed my jeans and underwear.

I bit my lip seductively while staring at him. “Fuck me, now.”

He smirked. “Not yet, babe. I want to taste you.” He removed his pants before lifting my thighs and positioning himself between them. He started licking my wet entrance, already ready for him.

“Oh, God, yes!” I cried out from what he was doing. He slid one finger inside me, and I almost came.

“So wet and ready for my cock. I bet you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said huskily.

I gripped the sheets and bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. “I… I’m—” I let myself release. My heart pounded wildly from the intensity of what I felt.

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. “Ready?” he asked with a smirk on his handsome face.

“God, yes!”

He thrust inside me in one motion. I bit his shoulder to stop myself from screaming. I felt so full. I could feel his pulsing member inside me. He began moving in and out of me. We both moaned in pleasure.

“Fucking tight. I could fuck you all night. I won’t last long.” He thrust hard and fast. The sounds of skin slapping and the bed creaking filled the room. He pulled out and flipped me over before entering me again.

He held onto my arm while moving quickly. I gripped the bedsheets tightly from the overwhelming sensation. I felt him bite my ear and whisper, “Ride me, baby.” He pulled out and lay down. 

I climbed on top of him, guiding his hardness to my entrance before lowering myself onto him. I started moving, rocking back and forth, up and down. I looked at his face and could clearly see how much he enjoyed what I was doing.

He grabbed my breasts before sitting up and claiming them with his mouth. He took over the rhythm while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt that familiar sensation building again.

“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.

“Me too.” I felt him stand while carrying me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He bounced me up and down on his member. I could feel his long, thick length moving inside me.

With one final thrust, I came, and I felt his hot release fill me. We were both breathing heavily. He kissed me again, and I kissed him back. He rested his forehead against mine.

“Happy anniversary, Hasmin,” he said tenderly.

I smiled. “Happy monthsary. I love you, Martin,” I said lovingly to my husband.

We met three years ago and immediately felt attracted to each other. Since then, we’ve recreated the memory of our first meeting to remind each other of our love. Right in this same room, we had our first time.

“I’m glad I was the stranger who took your virginity and your heart.”

“I’m glad too. I’m happy that you came into my life.”