Chapter Four

Zara

He swipes his key card and the beep of the door matches my pulse. Something tells me I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life but my mind is made up. If my mother could see me now…

I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. It’s now or never. I’m not getting any younger. Best get this out of the way. I take a deep breath and walk further into the room. I gasp. This place is…breathtaking. I have never considered my family poor but we’re not exactly rich either. This room right here screams ‘luxury’

A chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, tasteful furniture and pieces decorating the room. To my right, stands what looks like the kitchen island, covered in shiny black marble. The whole interior of the room is black , white and grey. A typical bachelor’s house.

I sneak a peak at the man in the room. He takes off his cufflinks and unbuttons his shirt. I had not taken a good look at him earlier but standing here with him like this in this confined space, I feel his commanding presence; Strong legs, a built chest and muscular forearms. I feel myself begin to sweat. He smirks at me and beckons me with his hands. I walk towards him on shaky legs while he reclines on the large couch in the middle of the living area.

He tugs me down on him and I face him, straddling his legs. Smoldering eyes link with mine , the pulse in my neck and between my legs, throbs. I shift on his legs to get more comfort and he groans lowly, his hands on my butt, rubbing lightly. He puts one hand behind my neck and draws me to himself, his lips ghosting my own . I stiffen, trying not to show how inexperienced I am.

Would he kick me out if he knows? I’ve heard girls saying that men hate women with no experience. I won’t let that happen.

I move forward in one swift motion and wrap my hands around his neck, planting my lips on his with a loud smack. That must have been awkward but he moves past it like it’s nothing .He licks the seam of my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth. A feeling of pleasure flutters in my stomach and I make a sound at the back of my throat. I mirror his action, sucking his upper lip into my mouth. We kiss for a while, alternating between upper and lower lips , when he bites my lip suddenly. I gasp and he sneaks his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my tongue . Something hard pokes my center from his trouser and I find myself grinding on him. Pleasure evades my senses and I throw my head back.

One hand leaves my butt to roam the front of my dress. His finger lightly traces the underside of my breasts and I feel myself shiver. He grabs my breast , squeezing lightly. I feel my head swimming when he suddenly lowers my dress and sucks on my nipple through the covering of my lace bra. My chest rises and falls, the friction between my legs seems to have gotten more intense.

He looks up at me again and taps the side of my hip, signalling me to raise my butt. He pulls the tight material of my dress over my head.

It’s my first time exposing myself before a man but I will not let him see that. He whispers “beautiful “ . My cheeks tinge a color of red. He chuckles. A sound of surprise escapes my lips as I feel myself being lifted and moved. The feeling of a bed beneath my back tells me that we are in the bedroom already. I do not have time to look around before he is pouncing on me again, lips smothering mine in an intense display of passion. His lips leave mine and makes a trail down my neck, sucking and nibbling. He licks the shell of my ear and runs his nose between my neck and collarbone , sniffing “ You smell so good, Sugar”, he murmurs

One hand pulls down the covering on my right breast, tongue darting out to flick back and forth.

Holy…

He then sucks the whole nipple into his mouth, sucking eagerly. I writhe beneath him, hands grasping firmly to the back of his head, stuck between pushing him away from sensory overload and holding him in place. While he pays attention to my right breast, he tweaks the other with this thumb and forefinger.

I’m never one to cuss but I think I hear myself whisper “ shit”. Just when I think I couldn’t climb higher on the pleasure scale, he kisses down my belly, laying open mouthed kisses on my hip bone. He is dangerously close to my private area and I find myself growing conscious as the seconds go by but I’m determined, he must not know….

He rubs me through the outside of my panties and sweet Lord, that knocks my breath out of my body.

“ You’re so responsive , Sugar. Fuck, your body feels like it was meant for my pleasure”

Is it possible to be turned on by words because right now I’m more turned on than I was. He pushes my panties to the side and licks a straight line down my clit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He dives in then, licking, sucking and feasting on me like a crazed man. I swear I see stars floating in my vision. My hips lift on their own accord , seeking more than he is giving .I feel myself ascending the precipice of pleasure, higher and higher , then I’m crashing back down in a fit of shivering limbs, heaving chest and short gasps. I do not recognize the sounds coming from the back of my throat. It feels like I lose my vision for a minute but that does not deter the man below, who is still sucking with much gusto like he would miss something if he stops .

When I finally come down from my high, I see him pull down his pants and boxers in one go, his penis springing forth, hard and angry with a red head. I gulp and push myself up on my forearms. He must see the look on my face because he smirks at me and says, “ like what you see?”

No, I definitely do not like what I see. I am scared out of my mind. That thing is going to rip me apart and take away my ability to use my legs. I don’t tell him that. I just smile. He sheathes his length with a condom and crawl over me, kissing me again. His hand disappears between us and he rubs my clit in slow circles.

“ Looks like you’re ready for my dick , Sugar. I won’t be gentle from now ..I believe I have prepared you enough. Are you okay with that?”

I nod .

Hands slap my hips lightly “ I need words, Sugar. Are you okay with that?”

No, I am not.

“ Yes, I am”

He lifts my legs on both sides, bending my knees to my chest. I blush as he stares down at me. In one move, he pushes into me and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. It hurts. It hurts like hell. Tears stream down the sides of my eyes.

“ Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing the shit out of me, sugar”

I can only moan my response. I guess I underestimated just how painful it could be. I had browsed some possible outcomes on the net earlier and I had read that it would be painful but I just didn’t know how much. He begins to move again and I hold back my groans. He places hs thumb on my clit and begins to run as he moves in and out and out of me and I feel myself begin to relax. The pain slowly morphs into pleasure and I find myself moaning.

His low grunts from above me, the flexing of muscles and the sight of him with closed eyes drives me over the edge for the second time. But it doesn’t end . I climax again from the combination of his mouth sucking on my nipples and his hard strokes . I feel my strength begin to wane but this man seems to have the stamina of a a horse. He flips me over to my side and enters me again, maintaining his speed and intensity. My moans turn to screams and when he says “ Cum for me, Sugar” , I climax for the third time. His climax comes chasing mine, deep groans emanating from him.

He pulls out after a few seconds and regards me with half lidded eyes. “ That was great. You can get dressed now and leave”