CHAPTER 004: LEXI

The kiss was intoxicating. I have never felt anything like this before, he was kissing me like a man starved, yet he still maintains control of the kiss. I've had my fair share of kisses but this kiss right here tops everything.

I felt a flutter in my tummy and struggled to end the kiss, “waw what a kiss”I said, my eyes were dazed as I struggled to find the right words to describe what just happened, he beat me to it.

“Let's take this somewhere private” he whispered in my ear, “let me fulfill the promise I made your friend, for I am a man of my words”.

“And what promise was that？”

Drawing my flushed body closer to his, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I will fuck you so hard that you will lose the memory of your married life.”

“Take me” was all I said and that was the invitation he was waiting for.

I knew I was way beyond drunk and that I might be making a terrible mistake but I decided to think of nothing but how this sexy hot stranger is making me feel.

“Where are you taking me to Mr stranger?” I asked him as we left the dance floor towards the exit door of the club, “You will se.e” was all the answer I got.

Everything passed in a blur for me as we left the club. I could feel myself having a conversation with Mr. Stranger but then I was too drunk to keep up or pay rapid attention to my surroundings, all I wanted was to be in his bed.

Few minutes later, we were in a private elevator heading to the top floor. The elevator ride was full of sexual tension and I was so horny and hyper aware of my stranger.

He muttered something and leaned towards me and sealed our lips passionately and I was very much happy to return the kiss as I was as anxious as he was to get the night started.

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JULIAN

The elevator door opens directly into the suit, but I couldn't summon the will power to stop kissing the beauty in my arms. I can't believe how lucky I am, my once bad day took a lucky turn and here I am, with a beautiful lady in my arms.

I didn't realize that my hands were touching her all over and our bodies were rubbing together in the most intimate way.

The way she is kissing me, all tongue and wetly.

Until now,I used to think that french kissing was a practice for young people but now I'm not sure how I have survived a single day without her whimpering mouth opening up for mine, offering her tongue like a sacrifice.

Our height difference puts her lower than me, her head tipped back, her fingers winding in the front of my shirt.

This kiss seems to undo her as much as it's undoing me. She tries to balance herself on her toes but she can't, stumbling sideways, and trembling until I pick her up and a sigh of pleasure escapes her lips like a happy angel, wrapping her thigh around my waist.

As I step out of the elevator into the suit, I flatten her against the wall and our tongue fuck blantantly, my hips keeping her in place so my hand can roam her smooth body.

Her legs, the beautiful planes of her face, the curves of her hips and her horny little tits. Once I've thumbed her nipples into tight pebbles, I tunnel my fingers through her hair and pull it, making her cry out, her pussy rubbing anxiously on my cock.

Finally, I managed to walk us off the door and stride straight for the bedroom. I threw her on the bed admiring the picture she painted on the bed, she was so sexy in a unique way.

She locked her eyes with mine and in a slow sexy way, pulled off her gown.

“You might as well not be wearing any panties,” I managed horsley, reaching out to finger the thin red string adorning her hip, then running my touch down to the tiny soaked triangle that holds no mysteries. It molds to her cunt like a second skin and all i can think about is eating that pussy like my last meal.

She trails her fingers up her ribcage and cups her tits, squeezing her nipples into even tighter peaks, “Do you want me to remove my panties, Sir? You’re the one who decides.”

And just like that, the Dominant part of me woke up. “Jesus,” I muttered.

My fingers work my buttons clumsily, my palms damp. I'm already laboring to breathe, my balls are embarrassingly full, my cock curved to the right in my dress pants, harder than a goddamn metal rod.

In my dominant tone, I said to her “Dance for me while I'm undressing,” she bit her lips shyly, turning around to face the panoramic window overlooking the city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in a circle.

“Like this, Sir?” she asked.

“God, Almighty”.

I yank down my zipper, groaning over the added space for my dick to grow to its full potential.

Her ass is completely bare, except for the little red string caught between her cheeks. I've never seen anything so taut, round and delicious in my life.

Somehow, the red tiny string pants, makes this assassination exactly what it was meant to be. I should be ashamed over how feverish her naked body makes me feel, but nothing can stop now.

Not when she’s shaking her backside for me, sliding her thighs open nice and wide, giving me the perfect view of her entire red string, and where it touches. Asshole and pussy. All of her glistening. Ready for me.

“You’re Worth millions. Worth every cent I'll rain down on you," I whispered.

I grab her hips and jerk her towards me on the mattress, groaning as she begins to grind on me, teasing her naked ass up and down my hard cock, twerking it side to side teasing me.

Anxious, breathy sounds came out of her mouth as she did it, as if she could get off just like this, working her backside against my big Johnson. If i'm not careful, i'm going to cum earlier than expected and nothing is going to keep my tongue out of her pussy.

So before she can grind the semen out of me, I step sideways and get on the bed, lying flat on my back.

“Now do it on my face” i commanded her,

Her seductress mask slips and her innocence shines through at my request. She’s never had a man's mouth between her thighs before, not even her Asshole of a husband, what a foolish man.

I'm fucking exultant over being her first. The dominant part of me wants to claim her as mine. Possessiveness roars in my veins. No one else is ever going to taste her but me. Christ, I'd spend every last cent in my bank accounts to keep her for me and me alone.

She’s a fantasy come to life. My fantasy.