A Night With A Stranger

Margaux’s POV.

“You’re a fucking what?” his voice resonated inside this room. 

I was afraid of what he might do to me. Thinking it would be an embarrassment being a virgin, I started getting up. 

Yet, his hands pinned me gently.

“Fucking shit!” he cussed again, but this time, he was grinning. He was smiling, and his eyes turned even more satiating. 

“S-sorry, I didn’t tell you sooner,” I murmured while avoiding his gaze. 

But he held my head and tilted it back to where he was, “Are you kidding? The more reason I want to take you!”

Hearing his words, a hot feeling eroded inside me, and the wetness between my legs continuously produced. 

“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle all the way, But at least getting inside you, I will, woman!”

I nodded quietly and began to unbutton my lace blouse. 

What the hell is wrong with me? Am I this horny? Desperate? Or did he put me under a spell?

I know I’m not an easy woman, because for more than two decades, I preserved my purity. But why? Why am I giving it to him just like this? 

Yet, I knew it was already too late. With the heat steaming off his body, and an angry member who wanted to get out the soonest, I would just let this opportunity pass and regret later. 

Little did I know that this would bring the biggest change in my life. 

As soon as he saw my bosom, he literally licked and bit his lower lip. 

And as his hand began groping both my bosoms, I instinctively arched my back. 

“Oh…uh…” And my lips began producing these dirty sounds. Sounds that I didn’t know I was capable of. 

My hands grabbed the quilt where I was lying, as my legs followed the rhythm of his groping. 

Everything changed when he started licking my nipples, playing with both of them using his long and wet tongue. 

“Oh..yes..uh…more..f-fuck! Feels great!”

Because of the satisfaction I was feeling, I was even catching my breath while he continued to satiate himself with my big, bouncy bosom. 

Not long after, I felt a sting pain to my nipples, and I realized that he bit me. 

I let him do it, as long as I satisfy him. 

I knew only a few things about sex like this, and men are indeed crazy about biting nipples. 

He began groping them tighter with his right hand. 

Little by little, I could feel his left hand slowly feeling my inner thigh. 

My legs automatically welcomed his hand as he reached for my part. 

“Damn wet! You are fucking wet, you little whore!” his cursing matched the devilish grin on his face. 

I thought it was all about being patient, but when he touched my wet part, he impatiently pulled my underwear until the small piece of cloth ripped. 

And now, I could feel I was naked down there. 

Exposed and vulnerable. 

Embarrassment striked me at the moment, so I began closing my legs, but his hands prevented me from doing so. 

He was looking at me and he quickly shoved his face between my legs. 

“Oh god!” I screamed as I felt his tongue licking me. 

Blood rush arose and my ears got hotter. Just as I thought that this would be the best feeling ever, I experienced something that I never felt before. 

Licking was indeed desirable, yet entering my gate using his sharp, long tongue was a different story. 

With so much enjoyment, I couldn’t help but squirt at him while he was still inside me. 

“Oh god! Oh god! No, sorry! Oh shit! Oh…”

These words became my enchantment throughout the whole process. 

I pulled his hair tightly as his tongue moved faster and faster, keeping the rhythm and going steady. 

Is this what they call coming? Am I really coming? Oh god! He’s so good! 

And right there and then, the first ever experience finally exploded. 

I saw him wipe his mouth and licked his fingers. 

I was still catching my breath, unprepared for his next big..dick move!

“Now that you are done, I will now bury this inside you!” his face was serious while he was continuously massaging his big member. 

I gulped seeing the full length of it. 

Surely it would hurt like hell, but I had to let him have me. I want to!

So I nodded, and he began positioning it. 

And with one big thrust, the gate was finally opened. 

Wrecked, busted, and severely damaged. 

Another set of fluid was released, but it was the proof that this stranger had already claimed me. 

I screamed uncontrollably, as he continuously forced his big dick to fit inside me. 

“Uh…uh…”

And the sensation I felt earlier, became a bittersweet pain right now. 

As he saw me shed tears, he began changing his pace and walked me through it. 

“It will get better later. You will feel great sooner!”

And true with his words, the wetter I became, the longer he thrusted me, the lesser pain I was feeling. 

From that point on, there was nothing but moaning, groaning, and the sound we made as our skin clashed against each other. 

For once, I forgot that I was mourning about my parents’ death. 

As his hands roamed over my body while he satisfied himselfI let go of all the pain and emptiness I had carried for so long. 

It was like a release, an escape from the reality I had been drowning in.

We were strangers, yes, but in that room, it didn’t matter. 

All that mattered was the heat between us, the way he made me feel alive, like I was more than just the girl lost in her grief.

“This is it! Fuck shit, you are so tight!” he said panting, and I could see how desperately he was going in and out, faster, deeper, rougher, until a hot fluid filled my inside. 

Oh no! He exploded inside me, didn’t he know he wasn’t using protection?

“What the hell did you get yourself into, Margaux Olsen!” I asked myself. 

My original plan was to leave after the sex, but I was too wrecked to walk, and his body slammed on top of me. 

The feeling of sensation, everything inside me changed that night. 

As I contemplated this reckless night I had, my eyes began drooped, sleep finally visited me.