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Chapter 3

Author: Cat Reed
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-10 18:22:25

Azalea's POV

Pulling my legs apart, he watched me, trying to gauge the effects he had on me.

If my shivering legs didn't give my extreme arousal away, the wetness rolling down my legs to the bed was enough to prove to the most distrusting person on earth that I wanted him badly.

The hotel staff wouldn't be quite happy having me as their guest once they came in tomorrow to clean the sheets.

He slapped my thigh when my shaky legs threatened to close up, chuckling at my desperate and obvious need for him.

“Someone is super wet for me and yet, she doesn't want to know my name."

With that he buried his face in my pussy, first taking a slow long lick of my arousal before going into the main course and eating me out like a hungry man.

I moaned in agonizing pleasure, my hands instantly going to my nipples and pinching them to heighten my pleasure.

The stranger plunged two fingers into my cunt, pumping them like he was searching for a treasure buried inside of me.

I realized that there was truly a treasure and he had found it when he hit a spot…a spot that felt so good that I screamed out, gripping the sheets tightly to release some of the tension in my body. My plan wasn't successful when the tension in me increased as his tongue and fingers did wonders.

My toes curled and my eyes saw stars as I reached my climax, combusting into his mouth.

He licked every single drop of my release, mumbling something about how good I tasted in between.

Once he was done, he came back up, kissing me and forcing me to taste my own release on his mouth.

My wandering hands moved to his briefs, putting my hands under and gripping his hard dick, making him groan in pleasure.

I stroked him a few times before he took my hands off to take his boxers off.

My eyes widened dramatically when I took in his full length, the angry head of his cock oozing precum.

How the hell was that going to fit inside me?

I decided to voice out my fears. “I…don't…I really don't think that would fit inside me." I stuttered quietly, not taking my eyes off his dick.

He watched me silently, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Are you a virgin…you are a virgin, aren't you?"

I shaked my head, blushing in embarrassment. “No, I'm not a virgin. I've just never seen one this big."

Not like I've seen much, I've only ever had sex with one man and it hadn't felt close to being half as good as what I felt when he ate me out.

“Oh, okay. I guess you haven't been with a real man then. Let me show you what it feels like."

He placed my legs on his shoulder, angling it to the perfect position to take him in.

I sucked in a breath, holding it till I felt the tip of his cock on my entrance.

He lubed his dick with my wetness before slowly pushing his head in and then pushing the rest in.

“You are so fucking tight…like a virgin." He groaned, pushing himself more as my pussy attempted to reject him.

He managed to push into me, stretching me open and not stopping until I could not take more of him.

A moan slipped out of my mouth as the pleasure made me lose focus. He stopped for a few seconds, giving me time to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in.

I angled my hips, giving him more opportunity to hit the right places in me.

His movements were slow and controlled at first but soon, he lost control, pumping into me with reckless abandon.

The bed rocked and continuously slammed against the wall to the rhythm of his thrust, making me feel like I was on cloud nine.

I couldn't control my screams of pleasure as he fucked me like we were enemies, reaching places in me that I didn't know existed. I enjoyed his thrusts, his touch, his mouth on mine as he moved even faster.

My pleasure built up faster than the first time and soon, I found myself screaming louder than a stereo as I came undone under him.

He pulled out, flipped me over until I'm lying on my stomach, pushed my ass up, and thrust right back into me, going even faster than before.

He gripped my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he pulled me back to meet his thrust.

I buried my face in the bed, trying to reduce my scream of pleasure. My action displeased him and he grabbed my hair and and pulled me closer to his chest until he was able to whisper into my ears while still pumping into me. “Let me hear you scream."

I screamed and moaned so much I got scared my voice box would burst. I screamed so much that I got scared the whole hotel would heard me.

He frantically thrusted inside me until he reached his climax, blowing up inside me, his climax causing another body shattering climax to rip through my body.

It was at that moment that I remembered one extremely important thing we both forgot in our desperately horny state.

A condom. We forgot to use a condom.

"You didn't use protection!" I exclaimed, my voice sounding hoarse from all the screaming.

"Relax, beautiful. I'm clean." He said in a calm manner as he placed a kiss on my butt cheek.

"Umm, I'm sure I'm clean too." I told him.

I didn't think too much about it as I let myself turn to mush as he rode us through our orgasms, my eyes closing in satisfaction.

I would just take contraceptives the moment I got home.

Home! Home! I'm late! I had gone way past my curfew.

My eyes snapped open and I immediately became sober when I remembered the fact that not only did I stay out late, I also didn't tell them where I'd be going and why I'd be staying late.

They were going to kill me.

My tired body gained strength from wherever and I suddenly pushed myself away from him, hastily putting my clothes back on and trying to look as decent as ever, especially since I was now pantie-less.

“What the hell are you doing?" He asked, confusing written all over his face, watching me desperately trying to get my clothes on.

“Why? Why would you…" I ran out of the room, shutting him off.

I could hear him running around the room, shuffling to get his clothes on and run after me.

I quickly ran down, taking a route I knew he wouldn't think of passing so that he wouldn't catch up with me.

I stop a cab, give the driver my address, silently praying that my parents and sister were fast asleep and didn't notice my absence.

Knowing my fate, I doubt that would happen. I was almost positive that they were patiently waiting for me to come home so that they could tear me into shreds.

My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I prayed to God that the universe would be on my side for once in my lifetime.

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