6. A night to remember

Mbali’s POV-

When the door opened my eyes widened in surprise, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him. The man who had occupied my thoughts for the past few days was standing there, shirtless and with a cigar in his mouth as he puffed the smoke to my face.

His blue diamond-like eyes sparkled as the lights in the room shone on his face, and his mouth curved into a smile as he saw how surprised I was to see him.

I felt a rush of emotions, and a mix of excitement and nervousness, as I tried to compose myself.

“For how long will you stand there?”, Mr. Dreamboat asked as he puffed out another smoke.

“I'm sorry I..”, I didn't know what to say, I gently closed the door behind me and followed him into his suite.

The suite was warm and cozy, and the air condition was active but I felt like the hot rush of blood from my body made me feel warm and hot all of a sudden.

I stood looking around the suite and could see Mr. Dreamboat staring at me from the corner of my eyes, what the hell is going through his mind right now? I thought to myself.

The stare was intense and if care was not taken he would undress me with his eyes.

“Want a drink?”he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes please”, I replied as he stretched forward a glass of whisky to me.

He went on to put on the music, the exact music I danced to that night on the pole. His eyes twinkled and he let out a smirk when he noticed I recognized the music.

Does he want me to dance for him? I hope not, I was shy or perhaps not prepared to dance for him.

He turned off the lights and he lighted the scented candles that were at every visible corner of the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed as I watched him do all of it without uttering a word.

When he was done, he sat on a single chair that was positioned facing me, he looked at me as he continued to smoke, and he squinted his eyes at intervals when he let out a puff of smoke.

“Strip!”, he commanded in a low tone, as he picked up the ashtray beside his chair and he put out his cigar.

I stood up immediately and removed my clothes slowly as I watched him smile as he ran his eyes adventurously on my body, drinking his whisky.

“I said strip!”, he commanded but this time, he sounded impatient.

I obeyed as I proceeded to remove my bra and pants.

“Matching undies huh?!”, he asked rhetorically as he nodded his head in satisfaction.

I smiled as I walked slowly toward him and at the same time at the rhythm of the music. I knelt before him, I gasped at how erect his cock was inside his pants and was really curious to know what it would look like when he goes unclad.

He noticed the curiosity in my eyes and he pulled off his pants by himself.

I stroked his cock which had its veins glaring jealously at me, I gasped at how thick and handful his cock was, he was a different breed from all my other clients.

I started by sucking his glans as he let out a pre-cum, I proceeded in swallowing the whole of his cock in my mouth as I deep-throated on it and stroking his mighty cock simultaneously.

Mr. Dreamboat would let out a pleasurable groan at intervals when he was satisfied with the blow job, he couldn't wait to devour me, he lifted me with ease, and my eyes fixated on his bare chest and his muscles, he was indeed a well-built man.

He placed me gently on the king-sized bed pulled me gently to the edge of the bed, and placed a pillow underneath my head for better balance, I opened my legs slightly comfortably for him to give me oral sex.

He stimulated my clitoris using his tongue, he proceeded to use his fingers into my core as he inserted it back and forth, I bit my lips and let out a soft moan. I was already wet, almost dripping with juice, he continued using his tongue to play with my clitoris for a while, it ticked a bit but it was pleasurable.

He ate me out as he stroked his cock at intervals, he went ahead to tear open a condom and wore it himself as I looked on and wondered if his cock would enter the condom at all, and to my greatest surprise it did.

He tapped his cock gently on my core as if knocking on the door of my core.

“Come in baby”, I moaned as I was eager to have him inside of me, I could feel the rush of ecstasy.

As soon as he was in, I gasped at how tight the walls of my core were, I could feel my core gasping for air pitifully.

“Fuck!”, I cried out softly.

“Are you okay?”, he asked as he stopped immediately as he looked into my eyes.

“Should I pull out?”, he asked again, still wondering why I wasn't giving him an answer.

“No, yes. Please continue”, I muttered shyly as I clasped my legs around his waist tightening my grip.

What a gentleman he was, he wanted me to enjoy every bit of the intimacy.

He started slowly and when he fully penetrated he increased his pace, I could hear his breathing change as he bit his lips while looking at my core swallowing his cock slowly till it was almost gone.

He started to lose his balance slightly, he stopped for a moment with his cock still inside of me, he adjusted his stance as he pulled me closer with both hands, making sure my legs were spread apart with the aid of his hands holding my legs high, he resumed thrusting.

He looked up at me and into my eyes he tilted his head sideways to balance his lips on mine, we continued kissing without stopping.

“You love it?”, he asked looking into my eyes at this point I was vulnerable and helpless at his mercy.

“Yes, I do”, I whispered excitedly amidst moans, I bet he barely heard me.

“I can fuck you harder than this right?”, he asked breathing heavily, I couldn't talk anymore, I simply nodded.

His cock slipped out of my juice-filled core, and he asked I put it back as he resumed thrusting.

Like fuel to the fire, my screams and moans made him thrust harder and faster. He leaned forward again planting a lips on my lips which followed a deep wet French kiss that lasted like forever.

Yes indeed he was a great kisser, with the right amount of pressure of lips and tongue movement, he synchronized it with slow deep thrusts making his kisses seem like oxygen I was breathing making me crave it more and more.

I was lost in the city of pleasure as my body began to shake.

i scream and moan continuously in pleasure while he kept working on me, i opened my eyes to seeing the sweaty wonderful defined body of "Mr. Dreamboat" ravaging my pleasure core with his magnificent biological pleasure stick.

My body shivered uncontrollably pushing him away he leaned back ,turned me upside down with my head pressed down into the pillow, he pulled my hips up as he arced my back downwards in a doggy position, i felt his Dick find its way into my core this slowly as he started thrusting again. I screamed my lungs out into the pillow out of pleasure as his increased pace yet again.

Pulling my hair I let out a louder moan as the pillows did not hold much of my noise again, I was in pleasure paradise. Suddenly his thrust became quicker as his grip on my hair and waist became firmer with each thrust, he let out a loud long moan.

"Oh yeahh.... Fuck"!!! like he was finishing ,he quickly pulled out and shot his love juices all over my back and butt with his grip on my hair and hip firmer with each passing second.

He let go of his grip on me as I sank back into his king-sized bed exhausted from all the shivering and pleasure, he leaned forward and kissed my cheeks.

We were in each other's embrace for a while before we decided to freshen up.

After that, I dozed off. I woke up the next morning with a slight headache, I held my head as I winced in pain, I looked around and I couldn't find Mr. Dreamboat.

I sat up on the bed with the duvet around my body, covering my nakedness. I managed to stand but my right foot felt something on the floor which made me lose my balance and I almost fell.