Chapter 6: Just one night

The air was heavy, the night was cold. Everything was blurry, Shannon's Body tensed, wavering as a yearning rushed up her chest. A craving she had never felt before. Her lashes half lowered, and there was a faint, intent full between her fine brows, she wanted what he was giving her, she wanted the tension and torture and solace. The craving and brought a haze of perspiration over the surface of her skin until the fragrance of roses heightened and attained a glimmer of musk, so remarkably arousing and satisfying.

It was just a night and nothing else. She would let this one pass, give herself to the man pleasuring her. It's wasn't a crime no, after this she wouldn't see him. Despite the voices in her head screaming BIG mistakes. She wanted a taste of the handsome man, refind lean body was on her. Touching him quench her thirst.

His mouth was not and demanding. Eating away her p*ssy with need. Every strike of his tongue on her wet entrance had Shannon rocking her hips upwards.

Groaning in need. She Couldn't hold herself. His ruthless suckage caused her to prompt on her elbows, biting her lower lip hard so that she could taste the metallic liquid dripping down.

"Oh god, ahhh... Mmmm." The pleasure was too much to handle. He seemed encouraged by her response. By the torment, he was raining on her. His grip on her hips tightened as he dragged her to the edge of the bed until her legs wrapped around his neck. Like a fool, she squeezed his face as he took her again. Lapping on her juices. His tongue was moist and stiff.

The artful work had squirming, running out of breath as a wave of orgasm washed over her, hitting her like the wave of an ocean which soothed her arches and rendered her useless altogether.

Setting her down on the mattress, her hand reached for his head and fisted his hair. She dragged him down to have more. The delirious and ecstatic feeling lasted for a while pinning her down that when he free her.

Shannon was whimpering, gasping for air as he dry lips trembled. Teeth chattering at the intensity.

She thought he was done but the man was just getting started. He loved toying with prey before he jumped into the deed. The need to take her clouded his mind. However, he could rush things. She was too beautiful, just the feel of her luscious body against his made c*ck hard. Throbbed with blood rushing through him

Shannon was just recovering from the sensation when he dragged her delicate body upwards, the feel of his hard shaft poking her inter thighs nearly slipping into her wet entrance. A shiver rushed through her, he short of her mouth and kissed her with hungering need. Seeping his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. Exploring her and finding the deepest spot made her whimper.

Sliding his hand down, he ran his hand over her mound, slowly toying with her, parting her wet folds with his fingers. She shivered against his mouth when he ran his thumb over her swollen clit, he knew she was going crazy because she deepened the kiss even more. Bitting and nibbling his mouth. Her hands touched the pleated muscles of his body with need until she reached his buttocks and pressed him down. Slipping his fingers inside her, his touch prodding and careful. Her body relaxed and welcomed him. Kissing her throat, he he caught the tremor of every moan against his lips. A swoon, melodic clenching began around his knuckles as he shoved his fingers in her so gently, killing her within.

Shannon spread her legs even more. Such euphoria, such desires she had never felt at just a touch of a man. Adding another finger the men thrust in deeply, Evey time she took them to the hilt, he let heel of his hand brush her discreetly. She panted and began to lift upward continually. Wanting more and more. The heat rising in her chest was intolerable. She wanted him inside her.

Pleasuring her. Doing indescribable things to her.

She didn't care! Brain registered, shouting in excitement. This felt like heaven. To be opened and satisfied.

She felt another wave of orgasm wavering, her lips parted when he sucked on her breasts while he fingers her. Giving her his all. She could wait as she slipped her hand sown, brushing a little against his abs when she cupped his cock, hit and hard with veins popping out. A hiss came from the man as he bit down her nipple. The pain was a pleasure, she stroked him a little. He groaned in need. The effect was tormenting. He felt her breast.

But she was determined, her grip insistent, and somewhere amid his groans and pants he hoisted her, adjusted her lips, and halted as he strived for a model of discretion.

He slapped her hand away when she started rubbing her thumb over the tip of his shaft and he spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance. The raw breeze mad her shiver. But she didn't mind. All she wanted was to be filled, to be taken until there was nothing left of her.

Laura squirmed helplessly as she felt the incremental pressure of his entry, torturously slow, infuriating, thick, sweet.

He wanted, hanging over her, she hissed agonizingly. There was a low cry from her, a sudden realization by both but it was ignored. The pleasure was the main adjective, he plunge into her, stretching her with his huge cock until he was buried to a hilt. He was shaken, stiffened and sweating as if there was a fire burning within him eating him from inside.

Laura's eyes closed. Welcoming the bulging meat inside her. Her arms skid around his neck, and she pressed kisses on his cheek, neck, and ear, everywhere she could reach. Her body held him tightly down below.

He groaned in pleasure and swelled into her, alert to every slight reaction, lingering when it pleased her, thrusting deeper when she lifted, every show descent tamping more sensation inside her. She let her hands glide over his sleek, curving muscular back, the burning silk of his skin, loving the feel of him.

Following the curves of muscle, she went lower until her palms rubbed circles over the tight curls of his backside. His response was electric, his thrusts turning more forceful, a quiet grunt breaking out if his throat. He liked that Shannon was solely occupied with him. She didn't know the many ways to be pleased by a man, the feeling was irresistible, but the accumulating satisfaction reached a tipping feeling and began to flood powerfully, weakening her, drowning all thinking.

Her body clasped him in powerful spasms, squeezing release, heaving it from him, another climax took over her as she clenched around him. He let out an intense cry and plunged into her with the final thrust, quivering violently. It was indescribably relieving to feel his climax inside her, his body powerful and yet susceptible in that utmost minute. And better nonetheless to have him ease into her arms, his head dropping on her soft shoulder. Here was the closeness she had always craved but never felt whenever a man came close to her, but why, she shook her head clouded with euphoria, the room was utterly silent if not for the sounds of heavy breathing, Shannon's gaze was turning blurry. Sleep threatened to consume her. She thought the man on top of her had passed out but when she felt him hardening inside her. Dear washed over her

I'm not done, little insect," he groaned as he pulled out completely and rammed back in viciously, Shannon's eyes watered at the pain but she found herself welcoming everything the man threw at her.

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When Shannon woke up the next morning, she found herself in a strange bed naked and wrapped in white linens. He heart skipped a beat as the recollection of the last events flashed before eyes, jerking up, and her hands reached for her hair.

"Oh no" she wasn't wearing a mask. Fear resided in her her heart, panicking as she gathered the sheets around herself. But she where was the jerk who happened to use her when she was at her most vulnerable state. The room was empty, glancing around, She found a note stuck to her arm. Praying it away, Shannon brought it up to her face and some words were written on it ("the little insect can do better" ) She read and anger boiled within her.

To be continue.