Chapter 3

It was a hassle migrating to the VIP area because of the crowd but Melissa eventually got there. She gave an excuse to the bouncer securing the area, lying that she was with the stranger man, and then went straight to him.

Coming to a halt where he was, He was about to take more sips of alcohol when she took the cup from him and placed it on a nearby table.

Before Damien could question her presence or actions, Melissa sat on his lap and slowly started straddling him.

Damien wanted to push her away but he lost it the moment Melissa’s fat ass collided with his dick through his pants.

A knowing smirk crept to her lips when she felt his bulge against her. That triggered her confidence, making her increase her pace in straddling him.

Melissa eventually adjusted herself on his lap, to his side so that she could see his face on a much closer level. Her breath hitched. He had the most beautiful features that she had ever seen in a man, his hair was perfectly styled and his eyes were so beautiful.

“Who are you?” His deep voice brought her out of her thoughts.

“Why do you feel so hard against me?” She challenged.

‘What is your ass on me? Who sent you?” Damien asked, suspecting his friends.

“Why do I see so much desire in your eyes?”

“Bold of you to think that you know me well.”

Melissa said nothing. She reached for his warm hand and snuck it under her crop top, making him touch her boob. She had no idea where the courage came from but she couldn’t help but wonder why she felt awfully calm. She felt no guilt and it was as though this was meant to be.

She swallowed painfully when Mr stranger possessively grabbed her perky boob, running his thumb across her erect nipple.

“You like?” She said with a heavy breath, trying so much not to be affected by the pleasure he was giving her. But that was almost impossible as the stranger seemed to be very good with his hands.

“Nice tits.” Melissa felt her nipples stand even tighter the moment his breath fanned her neck.

“I bet you are not wearing anything under this little skirt too.”

“So sad you will never know.”

“I wouldn’t dare me if I were you.” His deep voice came through and Melissa felt him sneak his free hand under her top, instantly grabbing her other boob. The light around the VIP area was a bit dim now but Melissa couldn’t care less. Everyone in the club was literally engaging in one nasty stuff or the other.

“I never knew you could be so good with your hands,” Mel mumbled, trying to hold back her moans with the way he was fondling both of her nipples at the same time.

“I can do better. Even with my mouth.”

“Oh really?”

“It depends.” The stranger answered.

“On what?”

“How brave you are.”

“What do you mean?” Melissa frowned. She was tired of people indirectly referring to her as a pussy just because she was a very gentle person.

“I can be bad too.” She defended herself.

“Bad in a good way.” She added.

The stranger smiled. Melissa couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his smiles were, making her wonder how it was possible for someone to be very perfect.

Mel suddenly felt cold when he released his hand from her boob. He held her hand and made her come down from his lap. He gestured to the empty space beside her and with a confused look, She took a seat beside him.

The drop-dead gorgeous stranger had a wool coat over his shirt so he rose to his feet, took off the coat, and sat back. He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area.

“Are you scared?”

Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?”

“I think I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Through the loud music? I don’t think so.”

“Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.”

Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass.

“You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.”

Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought the shots close to her and sprinkled a few drips directly on a boob.

Melissa watched as the liquor rolled down directly to her nipple. She instantly shivered at the coldness of the alcohol.

“Beautiful.” She saw the stranger smirk at what he just did and before she knew it, his lips found his way to that exact nipple and he began sucking as though he was being starved.

“Fuck!” Melissa moaned, trying so hard not to roll her eyes in pleasure. She had no idea when her hands moved to his hair, softly caressing it as his mouth did justice to her boobs.

Deep down, Melissa didn’t want him to stop and she hoped that he continued.

The stranger shortly pulled away, poured some liquor on her left boob, and put the glass shot on the table, after which he turned his attention to her nipple, giving it the same attention as the earlier one.

Melissa’s chest started beating very fast again when She felt the mysterious man place a hand on her belly which he eventually caressed down to her lap. He continued sucking her boobs as he slightly parted her legs. The stranger snuck his hand under her mini skirt and what he felt made him withdraw his mouth from her boobs, looking directly into her eyes.

“How more naughty can you be?”

Melissa swallowed painfully as she felt his fingers crawling into her pussy. “W....what do you mean?”

“You go out without panties every time?”

She shook her head, not trusting herself if she spoke.

“Look at me!!” He commanded,

He forced himself not to groan the moment he touched her pussy and felt how wet she was.

“You are so sensitive.”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“On who I’m with.”

“Good. How about this? Do you like this?” Hardly had Melissa digested his statement when she felt the stranger guy insert two fingers into her moist pussy.

“It’s okay if you want to roll your eyes but don’t take your glance off me. I want to see your face as I do this to you.”

Even though she was a very shy person, Melissa nodded, agreeing to his terms.

For the first couple of seconds, she managed to act upright but couldn’t take it anymore.

“Look at me!” He commanded when he saw her closing her eyes.

“I can’t.” She mumbled, with her eyes closed.

“Why?”

“I’m gonna come.”

“I want to see your face when you do.”

“Come on.” He said when she was being hesitant.

“Fuck! Your hands are so deep.” She mumbled, finally opening her eyes.

“My dick can go deeper than that.” He whispered in her ear.

“You’ve got a huge cock?” She asked with a very heavy breath, knowing she was almost at her climax. Damien noticed that and he went ahead to increase his pace fingering her.

“Bigger than whatever you have in mind. I promise you.”

“Good girl.” He smirked when she came with his fingers still inside of her.

“Let’s get out of here.” Hardly had Melissa come down from her high when he pulled out his fingers. He took the jacket off her, and gently grabbed her by her arm. He held her hand possessively and ushered her out of the club through the back exit.

Melissa was someone who would never talk to strangers or follow them anywhere but tonight, she couldn’t care less. He left her wanting more and she couldn’t wait to see what more he had in store for her.

He helped her into the car, buckled her up then went over to the other side and started the car. In a couple of minutes, they pulled up in what Melissa could recognize as a popular five-star hotel. Of course, she hadn’t been here due to financial and all other reasons but she couldn’t wait to explore with the stranger.

Everything happened so fast. The duo got out of the car, they made their way in, took the lift, and before Melissa knew it, He was punching in the codes to the door. He ushered her in before helping himself inside.

Melissa was about admiring her environment when she felt his presence behind her. He started to take off her top, and she raised her hands as he pulled it over her head.

The sexy stranger fondled both of her nipples for a while after which he took off her skirt swiftly. He guided her to the closest couch and made her stand there.

Melissa watched as he took off his shirt. She instantly bit her lips the moment her eyes met with his six packs. What she saw in his upper body made her tempted to ask if he lived in the gym.

Mel’s eyes went dry when she sighted the tattoo right below his torso; really close to his private part. 

“Fuck!” She had no idea when that word escaped her mouth the moment she sighted his erect dick. It was long and huge, and she began to wonder if it was going to fit.

Damien smirked at her as he closed the gap between them.

“You wanna touch it?”

Melissa stared down at his cock. She slowly brought her hand up and grabbed it. She eventually started stroking it, feeling a sense of pride in her as it got bigger in her hands.

“Is it...” She was saying then stopped.

The stranger’s look encouraged her to say what was on her mind so she continued. “Is it going to fit in?”

He smiled, seeing her cheeks turning red.

“We can try it.”

“You wanna come on my dick?”

Melissa nodded, trying to hide her blush.

“Good. Because I want you to.”

Damien turned her around, bent her over the couch, parted her legs, and slowly entered her from behind, spanking her ass at the same time.

The moment she adjusted to his size, he increased his pace thrusting in and out of her. He didn’t stop until they both came together.

Hardly had Melissa come down from her high when the stranger picked her up in a bridal style and carried her towards the bedroom. The duo couldn’t get enough of each other. They had sex all through the night, leaving Melissa extremely exhausted.

Several hours later, She woke up with the biggest smile on her face but the smile instantly faded away when she saw that she was the only one in bed. She got down from the bed, ignoring the soreness she was feeling, and went in search of the drop-dead gorgeous stranger she spent the night with but she didn’t find any trace of him.