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ELARIAN

He didn't reject me; instead, he responded with a passionate kiss. The intensity of the moment was unlike anything I had experienced before, not even with Corey. I was so entranced by the sensation that I only snapped out of it when I felt his lips part from mine.

He tightly held the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road, exuding a rigid demeanor. At that moment, I wondered if I had made a mistake. Could he be married, or perhaps uninterested in someone young like me, given his older appearance?

"My place isn't far, do you mind?" he asked sternly. It took me a few seconds to grasp his meaning, but once I did, I nodded, and he drove off.

The ride back to his place was silent. Although I should have been scared, considering he was a total stranger, I met at an unfamiliar bar, coupled with the fact that no one knew I was with him, strangely, I wasn't frightened. I even felt at ease in his company.

We pulled up in front of what seemed like an apartment building. I was so drunk that my awareness of my surroundings was hazy, but he was gentle and kind. He lifted me in his arms and entered the building. We took the elevator to the top floor, and his apartment was dimly lit, preventing me from getting a clear view of the interior.

He gently placed me on the couch and then proceeded to undress me with care and deliberation. Slowly, he removed every article of clothing. I lay there on the bed as he performed the task.

The sight of such a muscular man crouched over me, handling the removal of my clothes with such tenderness, evoked a sensation I had never experienced before.

My head was practically spinning, and everything felt surreal, making it hard to discern if I was in a dream or reality. Clutching the sheets, I let out a loud moan as I felt his tongue between my thighs. At this point, I was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"You taste so nice..." I heard him say just before passing out from the excess alcohol I had consumed at the bar.

The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to sunlight rays piercing through the thick curtains, shining directly on my face. The unfamiliar ceiling and surroundings startled me, and I jolted upright in fright. To my surprise, there was a much larger figure on the bed beside me.

I gasped and nearly tumbled off the bed, saved only by the timely return of my memories.

Corey and Chloe in bed together, the bar and the stranger who brought me home with him flashed before my eyes. The image of him between my thighs made me throw the sheets off in a panic; realizing I was naked, I swiftly wrapped myself in them again.

"What the fuck... did he... did we..." I glanced at him on the other side of the bed. His back was turned to me, revealing tattoos on his arm that extended from the side of his neck, adding an alluring touch to his muscular physique.

The tattoos formed a pattern and code I couldn't quite decipher, so I didn't dwell on it.

The rustling of the sheets prompted him to stir, and as he turned around, I found myself captivated by a pair of piercing blue eyes—cold as ice yet irresistibly alluring that solidified his intense gaze. His sharp jawline, complemented by beautiful cheekbones, accentuated his signature cold, intimidating look. His thick, tousled brown hair only added to his overall attractiveness.

"You're awake," he said nonchalantly, rising from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Observing him as he walked, I suddenly realized his considerable height. It hadn't caught my attention last night, but now it was undeniable. He stood at around six feet tall. Despite his physique suggesting no more than someone in their late twenties, it was apparent he was much older than I had initially assumed.

I patiently waited for him to return before bombarding him with the questions swirling in my head. He emerged, wiping his face with a towel and running his fingers through his hair in an attractive manner.

"Did we..." I began, unable to complete the sentence as the reality of spending the night with a total stranger weighed on me. "Uh, did we..."

He looked up at me, saying, "No, we didn't. It's a turn-off to screw someone when they're fast asleep," and I sighed in relief.

For some reason, a sense of disappointment washed over me that nothing had transpired between us, but I quickly dismissed the feeling. Flashbacks of the previous night flooded my mind, and my face turned crimson red as I realized this imposing man had been between my thighs, creating a wonderful sensation.

"I told you not to drink too much," his thick voice cut through the thoughts enveloping my mind like a dense fog.

His tone was commanding, demanding attention. I remained speechless as he approached me, his authoritative aura rendering me obedient and unable to defy whatever he said or did.

He climbed onto the bed, bringing us face to face. "Now, you're just perfect. You're wide awake, and I have a lot of things I would like to do to you..." he whispered, reaching out to touch my hair.

I flinched at his touch but remained in place. I couldn't move as I was lost in his gaze. His touch wasn't repulsive, and I felt an overwhelming urge to be submissive to him. He grinned as his fingers massaged my scalp, pulling me forward for a deep kiss.

"Last night... I tasted you, and it only made me want more. I didn't know I was starving until I tasted you," he added, and my lips trembled as his fingers stroked my bottom lip.

"Lie back down," he said softly, and I complied without uttering a single word.

Was I possessed or something? I silently questioned myself, struggling to find an answer to why the hell I was engaging in all this.

It made no sense; it wasn't typical for me to act this way with a total stranger. Yet, I found myself craving his touch to an extent where disobedience seemed impossible. Following his commands brought me pleasure, and the mere sound of his voice left me inexplicably aroused, so much that it seemed impossible if I had not experienced it myself.

His tongue ravished mine as his hands found my nipples underneath the sheet. My grip on it had loosened, so it was easy for him to tweak a nipple and pinch it so hard that I moaned into his mouth.

He didn't waste any more time, he practically tore the sheet away and his tongue made contact with my nipple. My toes dung into the bed as I gripped whatever I could find for support. He bit, licked and massaged both nipples with his tongue, teeth and hands.

I was helpless against his touch, he knew that, and he used it to his advantage.

I was so wet that I was itching to feel him down there. I began to squirm and move around just to get his attention, but that only aggravated him more and made him bite down on my nipple even harder.

“Stay still, or it won't end well for you," he warned.

Rather than feeling fear of his threats, I found myself oddly intrigued. The anticipation of what he had in mind and the prospect of potential regret excited me. He suddenly stopped and pulled away.

"Get on your knees, on the floor," he commanded, a directive I followed without hesitation.

He got down after me and the sound of his belt coupled with the sound of his zipper as he released his dick and brought it into view excited me even more. I felt my sticky juices roll down my thighs as I got on my knees and waited patiently for him to show me what was next.

He took his position in front of me, his towering frame and masculine stature should have scared me, but it didn't. He held his long, hard and huge dick in his hands as he stroked it right before me.

"Open up," he ordered, leaving me wide-eyed in disbelief.

How could he possibly expect me to accommodate him in my mouth? I pondered. He was so long, huge and hard and my gag reflex was likely to trigger swiftly. I had attempted a blow-job with Corey before, only to be criticized, but he had called it a flop and took it as an opportunity to remind me of how useless and unattractive I was.

Corey never demonstrated genuine love, and the more I reflected on it, the clearer it became that staying in a relationship with him was foolish, and I was dumb for believing that he loved me.

Despite my fear, I obediently obeyed the stranger and opened my mouth wide for the stranger. There was an inexplicable trust that he wouldn't harm me.

"Good girl," he grinned, easing himself into me slowly. My body tensed, and as anticipated, my gag reflex kicked in sooner than expected. He paused, helping me calm down before proceeding.

When his dick touched the back of my throat, he let out a loud moan, "Fuck...your mouth is so fucking tight and it's so nice." He cursed as he heaved heavily.

My eyes remained wide open, and he gripped my chin and forced me to look up at him with my dick in his mouth. He smirked, and I saw the mad glint in his eyes.

"You look really nice like this," he exclaimed, throwing his head back and moaning louder. "I've imagined you in this position since the moment I saw you at the bar. You, on all fours, with my dick buried deep in your mouth and that innocent, fragile face gazing up at me with such purity," he added.

I couldn't respond even if I wanted to, my mouth was full to the brim. Yet, I didn't need to. This experience was unlike any I'd had before, not for anyone. While it might have felt degrading in another context, at this moment, it didn't. It felt strangely liberating as if I had finally released my long-buried emotions.

I sensed an orgasm building, even though he hadn't touched me yet. When I reached down to stroke my clitoris, he noticed and promptly slapped my hand away.

"Don't touch yourself. It's something reserved specifically for me," he declared. Although I didn't fully grasp his meaning, I didn't care because I was so occupied with my mouth as I sucked even harder.

"On all fours, on the bed," he commanded, just before withdrawing his dick from my mouth. I felt so empty after he pulled out and even though my jaws ached a bit, I liked the taste of his precum and eagerly anticipated savoring it again.

Once again, I didn't resist; I obeyed him and assumed the position on all fours as he had instructed. He positioned himself right behind me, thrusting inside of me. He held on tightly to my waist with his large and strong hands.

I bit down on my lip, suppressing the urge to scream at the intense mix of pain and pleasure that shot through me when he penetrated.

He had barely used a second when I felt my body tremble, and the first orgasm overcame me so forcefully that I almost collapsed, saved only by his strong hands securely holding me up. Unapologetically, he maintained control and took what he desired.

"Ride me," he demanded, not waiting for a response before he pulled out and rested his back on the bed frame.

I was nearly breathless, but I managed to swing my legs on both sides of his and lowered myself gently onto him. Briefly, I entertained the idea that he might let me take charge, but he had other plans.

Unexpectedly, he forcefully brought me down onto his dick, and a scream escaped as he fully sheathed himself inside me. Despite my attempt to control the rhythm, he asserted dominance, intensifying the pleasure as I felt my juices stream down my thighs.

"You don't get to fucking control this," he growled, gripping fistfuls of my hair. A yelp of pain escaped, swiftly replaced by a surge of pleasure.

In an instant, he seized me and spun me around, pinning me to the bed, asserting complete control. His thrusts were both forceful and surprisingly tender.

It felt as though he was intimately acquainted with my body, skillfully navigating how and where to touch me. I was helpless against him, he knew it and he capitalized on my vulnerability.

Wave after wave of orgasm swept through me, and by the time I sensed his release, exhaustion overwhelmed me. Collapsing on the bed, breathless, I drifted into sleep almost immediately.