Chapter 2

Liza immediately caught her breath when the man let go of her lips. The stranger pinned her to the wall of the private room he had fixed for them.

When she nodded in response to the man's question, he immediately took one of her hands and pulled her towards one of the club's private rooms.

The private rooms are designed specifically for club customers and clients who want to have fun and do the dirty, as Liza and the man are doing and are about to do.

The man's mouth moved from her lips to her neck and collarbone while his hands moved towards her legs, pulling down her undergarment. Every move the man makes is hurried. It's as if he can't wait any longer to get his hands on her. Liza pushed the man away with her palm on his shoulders, forcing him to stop doing things with her body. The man then looked at her, puzzled. "Don't tell me you're scared now," the man says, breathing labored.

"It's not that. I just want to know your name first because knowing it might come in handy whenever I moan and call for you,” Liza replied, her breathing heavy as well but with a hint of mischief.

The man did not speak immediately. He seemed to be weighing whether to answer her or not. But in the end, he said, "Hunter. Call me Hunter", was all he said before he once again claimed Liza's lips as if he did it on purpose so that she wouldn't be able to ask any more questions. But Liza didn't seem to mind that Hunter didn't want her to pry any longer. She was only interested in his name because, as she stated, she preferred to cry in pleasure while calling his name. Knowing anything other than his name isn't necessary because she won't see him again. She has never slept with the same man more than once, and Hunter is no exception, even if he is one hell of a good-looking guy.

Hunter has deep smokey eyes that hide many emotions, thick black brows, a celestial nose, a prominent jawline, and a full bottom lip that Liza finds incredibly sexy.

Hunter's hands resumed wandering on her private parts when he claimed her lips again. He was touching the opening of her womanhood while his other hand was roaming around Liza's buttocks, feeling, massaging, and pinching them, causing Liza to flinch. Hunter's every move lacked gentleness, which Liza enjoyed. She likes how Hunter appears desperate for her and cannot wait any longer.

Liza has always liked being the center of attention. She wanted to be popular in the first place because of this. Liza wants everyone to notice her, know her, and love her. And she will only get those if she gets to the top of the A-list. But Liza won't give up this bad habit just because she wants to be famous. She can't stop thinking about men, which means attractive men like Hunter who want her and are crazy about her. And besides, it's not hurting her career. Not yet, at least.

After a few soft caresses on her womanhood, Hunter let go of Liza's lips again, hurriedly picked her up, and walked toward the bed. He quickly dropped Liza on the bed and began to undress, leaving no clothing on his body, exposing himself to Liza in all his naked glory. Liza examined every inch of Hunter's body, from his neck, chest, arms, shoulders, and abdomen. However, a silent gasp escaped her lips when his manhood drew Liza's gaze.

Hunter's masculinity is enormous, comparable to her arms. It is also quite long. It was as if a giant and long serpent was hanging between his thighs, ready to bite her.

Liza secretly cursed. She has slept with several men, but none can be compared to Hunter. It was so big that she started questioning if she could handle it. But before she could answer her question, Hunter suddenly pulled her legs until her ass was at the end of the bed and her feet were on the floor. And before she could say anything, Hunter had already ripped her dress and underwear, causing her eyes to widen and her mouth to hang open. And before her brain had time to process Hunter's tearing of her clothes and underwear, Hunter had already begun to part her legs and thighs, then knelt in the middle of her parted legs and began to please her with his tongue.

Liza immediately grabbed Hunter's head. Every stroke and thrust of Hunter's tongue gave her a rush of pleasure. It's as if thousands of voltages are coursing through her veins, unsettling her.

Liza doesn't know how long Hunter made her happy with just his tongue. All she knew was how skilled he was. ‘There is no doubt that H has been with a variety of women; otherwise, how could he be so good that just using his tongue makes me want to cum?’ Liza pondered.

Liza was getting close. She knew she was about to cum. So, with one hand on Hunter's head and the other tightly gripping the mattress, she screamed as she let pleasure envelop her entire being and finally let go of the lust inside her. But while she was still cumming, Hunter stood up with urgency, saying through gritted teeth, “Fuck! I cannot wait any longer, woman," and then slid his cock inside Liza's femininity, which was still oozing with her juices.

When Hunter's manhood entered her femininity, his body leaning towards her, Liza let out a long and loud moan. "Ahh! Fuck! You're so fucking big!” Liza gripped Hunter's shoulders, her body shaking as she gasped repeatedly. She was packed to the brim! She felt like her virginity had been stripped from her once more. "You are so fucking huge!" Liza exclaimed again, still catching her breath.

“Relax, woman; you're too tight for me,” Hunter says.

Liza met the man's eyes in disbelief. "Relax? How can I fucking relax when you're this huge? I feel like your cock just tore my pussy apart!”

Hunter was about to move when Liza stopped him by tightening her grip on his shoulders to the point where her nails dug into his brown skin. He looked at Liza, puzzled. "Don't fucking move. You're making it worse," Liza says through gritted teeth.

“I just want to see if I tore it; you might be bleeding.”

"It's fine! It hurts, but I know it's not bleeding, so stay still and don't move, and give me a moment to adjust to your monster's size.”

Hunter smirked. “You're calling my cock monster? I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."

"There is no better way to describe that cock of yours. It is a monster—oh shit! Just why the hell do you have to be huge?” Liza asked, making Hunter laugh a little before being hit on the chest by Liza. "Don't laugh! You're moving, and it's not helping to relieve my pain and discomfort!”

Hunter did stop laughing, but a grin remained on his lips. "Okay, I'll wait then," he said, "but I'm telling you now, I won't wait too long. I was never patient, woman. Waiting was never in my vocabulary.”

Instead of answering what Hunter said, Liza just rolled her eyes. She then focused on making herself relax to ease the discomfort that was brought by Hunter's cock sudden entrance. But only a few minutes had passed since Liza asked him not to move; Hunter suddenly knelt on the bed and felt her hand in his womanhood.

"What are you doing? I told you not to move—”

“And I told you I am not waiting too long; I've already given you enough time to relax.”

“Enough time? That was far from enough—” A gasp suddenly escaped Liza's mouth as Hunter's index and middle finger on her clit began to move.

"If you can't relax on your own, I'll help you," Hunter says as his fingers work their magic on Liza's clit. He rubbed it gently at first; then, his movements became quick and rough. And Liza seemed to enjoy it rugged enough for her womanhood to get wet. Until Hunter's violent stroking of her clit was accompanied by thrusting.

Hunter's thrusting was gentle at first, as if he was assessing whether Liza could handle him. And, while Liza could still feel some pain and discomfort in her womanhood, it was tolerable. Hunter seemed to notice because his every thrust gradually became faster and rougher until his other hand became naughty and began playing with Liza’s breasts.

Hunter's hands and manhood moved in perfect unison, like two people singing in perfect harmony and making a lovely sound; however, what Hunter's hands and manhood were doing was monstrous, wild, yet pleasurable thrusts that caused Liza’s pain and discomfort to fade away, leaving only pleasure gradually.

As Hunter's manhood continued to assault Liza's femininity, her moans filled the room. "Oh yes! Fuck me, Hunter! Fuck me!” she moaned as she wrapped her legs around Hunter's waist, forcing Hunter's manhood deeper inside her.

Hunter didn't say anything, but his jaw clenched, and his thrusts became even more ferocious, just as she had requested. Hunter appears to be that quiet guy when having sex, totally different from the other men she's shared the bed with in the past who couldn't keep their mouths shut. He remains silent. He's quiet except for the occasional groan. If Liza were a virgin, she would think Hunter isn't enjoying it, but she's an experienced woman. She's been with many guys, so she knows whether or not a guy is enjoying the sex. And she could tell he was enjoying the sex by groaning, clenching his jaws, gritting his teeth, and how fast and hard his thrusts were.

Liza held tightly to the bedsheet as if she was drawing strength from it while Hunter thrust violently. Liza is feeling good. She's feeling so good that even though it's only been a few minutes since Hunter began moving his cock back and forth inside her, she already feels like she's about to cum, which has never happened before. She was never a quick cum. It always takes her a while to reach the peak. But this time is different. Sex with Hunter is different from all the sexual experiences she had before. Everything about him is different, from the size of his manhood to the way he fucks her. It's as if Hunter is built differently.

"Yes, Hunter! Oh, God, you are so good! It feels so good! Ah, fuck!” Liza exclaimed, out of breath. "How can you be this fucking good?" she asked. This is yet another strange thing that is happening to Liza. She was not only not a quick cum, but she was also not the type to talk during sex. She groans and moans, but that's all. She doesn't say much and doesn't express her emotions. She had no idea she could be this chatty while having sex with someone.

'What is he doing to me? How did he manage to make me do and feel these things?’

Hunter never stopped thrusting, not even for a second, and Liza liked how he fucks her as if his life depended on it. No, she doesn't just like it. Liza loves it. She loved that Hunter never took his gaze away from her face while fucking her. She loved Hunter's sexy and enticing expression as he thrusts his cock inside her, and loved the fact that she could feel his entire cock inside her. She loves how he makes her feel so good that it makes her lose her mind.

Until a few thrusts from Hunter and Liza finally reached orgasm. Her toes curled, her eyes dilated, and her mouth formed an 'O' as she squirmed, gripping the mattress tighter. But even when she was still cumming, Hunter didn't stop. He kept thrusting, making Liza feel like she was about to reach the peak again, even though she was still there. "I… I am still cumming—”

"I want to cum too," Hunter says as his thrusts become more wild and rough, and Liza can only moan. Liza thought that she would have to reach orgasm again before Hunter would, but she was surprised when Hunter suddenly stopped thrusting and took out his manhood out from her femininity. He then knelt on the bed, held his manhood, and rubbed it repeatedly while closing his eyes and clenching his jaws, and with a loud groan, he finally came, spurting his juices on her navel.

Seconds passed as they both ran after their breath, sweating profusely and their faces and necks turning bright red. They looked at each other, and Liza grinned mischievously and said, "Damn, Hunter! That was incredible! " but she did not receive a response from Hunter.

Liza moved after finally settling her breathing, attempting to get off the bed, but Hunter stopped her, which made her raise her brows and ask, "What? We're finished now; I have to get dressed."

"Who said we were done? I am far from finished.”

"Huh? What are you—” But before Liza could finish her sentence, Hunter had already grabbed one of her hands and pulled her close, bringing them both to a stop beside the bed. Liza was still perplexed and about to ask Hunter when he made her turn around, and before her mind could process what was going on, Hunter already had his cock standing towards Liza's entrance, and in one swift thrust, Hunter's monstrous cock was inside her again. He whispered in her ear, "You will have to tire me out if you want me to stop."