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VALERIA

I took the elevator to the third floor where my apartment was. I was still pissed off by tonight and the ugly turnout of events. My first day in California just ended awfully, all because Mr. Obnoxious thought I was of those girls who got nothing better to do than to run after guys.

I might be a sucker for dicks, but I've never had to grovel for them. They're always at my service in just the snap of my fingers. So calling me a stalker was one of the most degrading things anyone could ever say to me.

But the sizzling deep down my heart remained. It was an effect he'd stirred up when my gaze fell on him.

Recalling our meeting outside the elevator brought a mad rush down my spine. I must admit, I did find him a little bit attractive. Just a little bit.

When the elevator door opened and he was standing right there in front of me, my heart dropped. I became weak in my knees. My pussy got immensely wet just at the sight of him.

His jet black hair sheen from whatever lotion he applied on it. His ripped body hugged his shirt like a glove. He had a chain draped around his neck, and his arms were hidden beneath the leather jacket he rocked. His pink lips were sumptuously curved, and I wanted nothing more but to water kisses on them.

It was the first time I felt that way about any guy. It was lust, spiked with some passion that I didn't know I could feel towards any guy.

And just when I thought he was the most handsome guy I'd ever met, he proved me wrong by showing me just what an ass he was.

Still, my body tickled from how his hand had caressed my ass when he caught me from falling. He was staring at me intently, and had his face lowered to my cleavage, and, Dear God, did I want nothing more but to have him bite my nipples hard. I wanted his handsome face buried in between my boobs.

But I couldn't shamelessly admit it, and when he wouldn't stop bringing his face lower, I figured he was a perv. He was having his way with me, without a word to me. It kinda hurt, and for the first time since ever, I felt trashy.

It was a weird feeling, to be honest. I've always kept it on a casual level when it came to dealing with guys. I hated sharing names or asking questions about our personal lives. It was just fuck, fuck and then you're out.

But with him, I felt different. For the first time, I wanted a guy to notice me, and ask about my name, take interest in me, and not just my body. Plus, he had a condescending demeanor that would make anyone feel inferior, when standing next to him. So when he went over me like that, I felt trashy so hitting his face was the only way I could cover up my shame.

Meeting him at the club was the last thing on my mind. Even though, the thoughts of him filled my mind from the moment he stepped into the elevator, and was out of my sight. I craved seeing him again and maybe making it up to him for hitting his face.

When I got drenched at the party, I had thoughts of actually killing whoever it was. But when I saw it was him, my heart skipped so many beats. I was short of air. I thought maybe this was a good time to apologize for hitting him and also get an apology from him for getting me drenched.

But the way he shamelessly undressed me with his eyes made me feel like a slut. His condescending gait and the way he sized me up like I was nothing made me feel the need to prove my worth. And when he called me a stalker, I completely lost it.

He might be a hunk who made my cold heart skip a beat like it's never done before but he just crossed the line.

Whenever the elevator made a stop and the door opened for some people to step out, I can't help but picture him standing out there, like he was a few hours ago.

He might have ruined my outfit and made me reel from embarrassment, but his face was already engraved in my heart and I'm not erasing it any sooner.

The elevator door opened again and a guy stepped in. I shifted to the side, and he stood next to me.

He didn't spare me a glance and just focused on his phone. I gave him a thorough swipe with my eyes, and he was just what I needed for the night.

A cool California dick, to ease my throbbing pussy and give my evening a more beautiful wrap. He held a box of pizza in his hands.

I checked the buttons and while I pressed the 6th floor, he didn't press any. Was he living here? On the 6th floor, perhaps?

I didn't mean to ogle so shamelessly but I couldn't bite down the urge to gawk at him again. While Mr. Obnoxious was a manly, rough-in-a-sexy-way hunk, this guy right here was more of a cute hunk.

His cool undertone synched with his undercut blonde hair and green eyes. The dangling earrings on both his ears were top-notch jewelry. His T-shirt was rolled up in its sleeves, revealing a set of tattoos on both arms. He was leaner compared to Mr. Obnoxious, but he had a good share of muscles and a taut chest.

His face was gloomy, anyone could tell he doesn't smile much. But not exactly a cranky fellow. I think given the right reasons and with people he's comfortable with, he's gonna smile a lot.

My lips tore into a sexy smile as a few lewd thoughts broke into my mind. He had a fine ass and would love to know how it would feel under my grasp.

My tingling pussy was an indication that I couldn't waste any more time than I already had. I needed to shoot my shot at him, and I needed to do that fast.

I cleared my throat and shifted closer to him.

“Uh, Hi,“ I greeted, needing to distract him from his phone. It took a while before he looked up, and turned his gaze my way.

“Hi,” His voice wasn't the usual hoarse, croaked voice that most guys seem to have. His was a little velvety and soothing, the kind of voice that puts you to bed and causes away your nightmares.

”Uh, do you live here?“ I asked. I didn't want to be very direct. Or I might scare him off.

”Yeah, the 8th floor,” His gaze glanced at the stain on my dress before he quickly looked away, eyes back on his phone.

This wasn't working, I needed to be a bit pushier or he might not even give me a second look. But I guess he found me a bit intriguing, I could see the glitter in his eyes when he looked at me. Unlike Mr. Obnoxious who only gave me stares like I was the closest thing to filth.

“Is that for you?” I began again, hoping to get somewhere with him now, “The pizza,“

“Uh, yeah,” He replied. A laconic guy. Cute.

”For you and your wife?” I asked. He seemed too young to be married but I was just making sure. I was sworn off married men. The last time I fucked a married man, I got blasted by the public for two months. The sex tape leaked, not sure how, but it was one hell of a period and gave my career a brutal stab. I was tagged a homewrecker. No girl wants to be called that.

”No,“

”Girlfriend?“

He sighed and turned his head my way, ”It's just for me. I was craving it and had to go get it myself,”

This was the longest statement he'd made in the last few minutes I got on his case. But that only meant one thing – I was making progress.

“Mind sharing with me?” I asked, and he arched a brow, ”I'm a sucker for pizza, and I can't go grab one now. It's too late for that,“

It wasn't exactly too late for it. There was a pizza store a few blocks away, and they were open 24 hours. I just needed to lure him inside my apartment. Maybe get him relaxed. Then take what I needed from him.

“I don't know,“ He gulped, staring at the pizza box. The way he picks his words, the way he couldn't keep eye contact for long. He was an introvert.

”You don't wanna share?“

”Not that, it'll be messy splitting it here in the elevator,“

Just then, the elevator door opened and I stepped out, gesturing at him to follow.

He gawked at me, ”You want me to follow you into your apartment?”

”Yes,” I nodded, flashing him a friendly smile, spiked with a little sultriness.

“You fucking serious?” He asked again, stepping out of the elevator before the door shut.

”I am,”

”We just met a few minutes ago. We barely know each other. Yet you want me to follow you into your apartment?”

He was right, he was a stranger and we just met a few minutes ago, but he didn't give off any aura that would make me think of him as a criminal. He didn't look like a serial killer, a perv, or some psycho. Just a cool guy who seems to love being alone.

“Yes, why?”

”Are you always this reckless or is this a first?”

I laughed at his little hint of sarcasm and walked into my apartment, leaving the door ajar.

5….4…3…2… I was yet to make it to one before I heard his quiet footsteps coming through my door.

“Nice place,” He complimented, taking a glance around my apartment.

”Thanks,“ I beamed at him, “I'll just go in and change. Make yourself at home,“

“Uh, no need. I don't need the pizza anymore. You can have it,“ He placed the box on the center table,

“Hold on,“ I blurted out before he could take the next step out. ”You wanna help me with my zipper?“

It was time to go all slutty with him. Pretending that I was craving pizza wasn't doing it at all.

”Sorry, what?” He arched his brows, unsure of what he heard.

“My zipper. I think it's stuck,” I made a pout, and battered my lashes,

“Oh, okay, sure, why not?“ He closed the distance between us, and I turned my back to him.

I felt his fingers around my zipper and soon, he was taking the zip down, revealing my bare back.

I leaned in closer, letting my fingers caress his thighs and boldly brushing past his dick.

”Hey,” He gasped, stepping back, I turned to look at him, ”What you doing?”

”What do you think?” I asked in a flirtatious tone, letting go of my dress. It fell to my feet and I stepped away from it.

He swallowed past a lump in his throat, staring hard at my naked body. He didn't look away, his eyes were stuck around my boobs. I was still wearing my thong.

”It was never about the pizza, was it?” His voice was low, dripping with desire.

”No,” I walked closer to him and wrapped my hand around his neck, “I need a good fuck,”

“I can't be your fucking one-night-stand,“ His green eyes bored into mine,

”Today?“

”Ever,”

”Why not?” I said in a breathy tone, standing on my toes to give him a firm kiss on his kiss. The scent of his mint made me wanna give him more kisses.

“You don't just pick a random guy and try to get them in bed with you, there are a lot of assholes out there. You might get yourself killed,“ His green eyes were coated with lust. No way he would resist me much longer. Not when his dick was hard in his pants.

“The sex hits better with a stranger, don't you think?” This time, I cupped his dick, giving it a hard squeeze. He jerked, fisting his hands to keep them from touching me. He sure had a great dose of self-control. Most guys would be going third rounds with me right now.

“I don't know. Haven't done this in a while,“ He breathed out. My lips hovered over him and he slightly leaned in to kiss me, but stopped, ”What happens after this?”

”We'll see. For now, why don't we enjoy the moment?“ I grinned.

“You a crazy bitch,” He said in a throaty tone, covering my lips in a ravenous kiss.

We both ravaged each other like we've starved of sex. He tore off my thong and I opened his fly, grabbing his dick through it.

”Fuck me,“ I begged, rubbing his shaft, good thing he had a big dick. Something worth my taste. He wouldn't yield, his lips were still on mine, and went down to my nape, watering it with kisses.

“You're beautiful,” He gasped, groping my boobs. We were moving all sides in the lounge until we fell on my couch. He was on top of me, and his lips were still on my neck. He seemed to be a sucker for foreplays, too bad I'm not. I hated the teasing and hesitation. I just loved going down to business.

“Fuck me, now. Please, I need your dick inside of me,” I moaned, turning away from his kisses.

“Jesus, how are you so raw?“ He said in an erotic tone. He sat up, and spat on his fingers, rubbing them on his shaft.

”Rub my juice on it,“ I moaned, placing a leg on the headrest of the couch. That way, he could get a clearer view of my pussy. My fingers drew a repeated circle on my pussy, and I felt the wetness on their tips.

He wiped my wetness with his fingers and rubbed it on his dick.

“Fuck me already,” I clenched out, jerking my hips off the couch for easier entry.

He inserted his dick into my slit and God, he's huge. I could feel every inch of him, he didn't move yet. Not until I began thrusting my hips forward.

“Sorry, I thought you needed some time to adjust to my size,“ He said with a light chuckle.

”I don't need to adjust. Go on, thrust inside me, and please, don't be gentle,”

“As you wish,“ He grabbed my thighs and began pounding my pussy in a fast rhythm. It felt good, Nah, it felt wonderful. I was yelling at the top of my voice, loving every bit of how he thrusted inside me.

“Uh…fuck…harder…faster…please…fuck…yes…yes…yes…you so…fucking…good..“ My clenched teeth spat out a couple of gibberish as he rode us both to ecstasy.

”Is this fast enough?” He mused, delving deeper into my slit. He pinched my nipples, and I rewarded him with a moan.

“God, you so fucking good at this,“ I moaned out, clenching the couch as this stranger pounded my pussy.

At some point, I had thoughts of Mr. Obnoxious being the one who was fucking me right now. It only aced the pleasure I was feeling. Soon, I shrieked in pleasure as I had my release.

”Oh, geez. Yeah, fuck my asshole,“ I demanded, turning around and sticking out my ass to him. This was gonna be one hell of a night and I was loving every bit of it.