Chapter 23 Fucking A Stranger
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
FUCKING A STRANGER
Stella’s POV
The stranger shifted back. “I’m sorry, miss, but I don't do drunk people,” he said.
I pouted and moved closer, shaking my head. “I’m not fully drunk, just a little.” I raised my finger to show him exactly how little.
The stranger shook his head and turned to get into his car. I grabbed his shirt. “No, please take me with you,” I mumbled, hugging him from behind.
My touch made his body stiffen. “Let me go, lady, or else I will call the cops.”
I didn't listen to him. Eventually, he gave in and carried me into his car. He tried to ask for my destination, but I lacked the memory to tell him. I drifted off as I slept in a stranger's car.
I stretched out my hand and yawned loudly without covering my mouth.
“Would you please allow me a little time for myself?” a voice asked. The sound made my hand freeze mid-air.
My head darted to the person seated across from me. He sat on the couch near the bed with his legs crossed.
I blinked hard. How did I get into this situation? I stared at the figure in front of me and scanned the huge bedroom.
I placed my hand over my mouth. This place looked beautiful, and the man in front of me looked breathtaking. However, a new problem arose: what if he had kidnapped me?
“Excuse me, who are you?” I asked, staring at him as I stood up from the bed.
The stranger tilted his head to the side. “You don't remember who I am?” he asked, staring at me intently.
I frowned and tried hard to remember him. Suddenly, memories flooded my mind. I placed my hand over my mouth and gasped.
I had done that to him. Oh no. James broke up with me. I hurriedly grabbed my phone and dialed James's number.
The call rang for a few minutes, but I received no response. I tried again with the same result.
I slumped on the bed. The truth felt clear, it was over between us, and maybe I needed to move on.
My eyes settled on the man sitting majestically. “Are you still available?” I asked in a small voice.
The stranger frowned. “Do I look like a harlot to you?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
I chuckled and balled my fists. He looks handsome, maybe having sex would make me feel better.
So, I stood, walking slowly to where the stranger sat, his eyes fell on me.
I bit my lips as I sat on his thighs. His eyes widened for a brief moment.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I just licked my lips. “Nothing, I just need you,” I said with a serious expression.
The stranger furrowed his brow, he stared at me as if I had gone nuts. His hesitation was clear.
But I had other plans. My hands moved on their own as I unbuttoned his shirt.
He held my hands. “What are you doing?” he asked, glaring at me.
I swallowed hard. Grinding my ass on his dick. His eyes darkened, I felt his hand rested on my ass.
“Are you sure this is what you what?” he asked, his hand massaging my waist.
I smiled. "Yes, I'm sure,” I said.
Suddenly, the stranger grabbed my neck and crashed his lips into mine.
He moved gently, paying attention to my lower lip before moving to my upper lip.
Then he moved his hand and grabbed my breast. He squeezed hard, making me flinch.
“You’re so sensitive. Are you sure you can handle me?” he asked as he kissed my earlobe.
My body twitched with each kiss. “Yes...” I murmured.
My relationship with James lacked regular sexual activities, because I prioritized my career. And that was why I always forgave him whenever he cheated, but I didn't think I could ever do that now.
My hands grabbed the stranger's head as I pressed my lips against his. At the same time, I pulled his shirt over his body.
He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. We continued kissing until I felt my back hit the soft mattress with him on top of me.
His hand found my shirt. In one swift move, he tore it open.
My body froze. “Why did you do th..” I didn't finish my statement because he kissed me again.
He was a great kisser. James felt pale in comparison to him.
“I will get you a new shirt,” he murmured as he pulled away. He removed the last bits of clothing we wore and parted my legs with his.
His hand rested on my crotch as he massaged my clit. “Hmm,” I gasped, arching my back.
“So wet,” he murmured, slipping his finger into my cunt.
Heat rushed to my face as I drowned in pleasure. “Fuck, hmm...” I moaned in a low voice.
Staring at how his hand held his stiff cock. He stroked himself gently while still staring at my entrance.
Then he spat his saliva on his cock, before thrusting into my dripping hole.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Argh!” I screamed as I felt his cock enter into my pussy forcefully. He felt too big for me.
I only had experience with James, and his size did not even reach half of this stranger's.
“Shit! So tight...” the stranger said, closing his eyes.
I bit my palm as he started fucking me slowly.
“Hmm,” I moaned into my hand.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and locked them with mine. He withdrew his cock until only the tip remained before ramming back in violently.
“Argh... hmm!” I moaned loudly as I felt him reach deep inside me.
He started pounding hard, gripping my neck as he fucked my brain out.
My eyes rolled. I swore I almost saw stars. “Fuck me... oh, please!” I said as I begged for more.
I thrust my back to match his pace. My toes curled. “Shit, I'm about to cum,” I moaned with my tongue out.
Within minutes, “I’M CUMMING!!!!” I yelled as my pussy pulsed cumming hard on his cock. He continued thrusting until all my juices leaked out of my pussy.
Suddenly, he withdrew and coated me in his hot cum.
I breathed hard. “That was crazy,” I murmured. This was the first time I reached a climax during sex. I never knew he was this good.
At the corner of my eye, I saw the stranger going down on his knees. He placed my legs over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I asked when I saw him prepare for something unexpected.
“To eat you, of course.” He said.
My brain froze. He wanted to eat me? He wanted to place his mouth there?