One night-stand

He pulled me to him, his hands entangled in my hair as he forced me to look up at him. My breathing was uneven and my dishevelled hair sprawled across my face as he gazed down at me.

Fuck. I was drunk.

The only thing I wanted to avoid the whole night was being swayed at the moment and giving in to his charm. Getting drunk and losing my senses. Surely, tomorrow's regret was bound to follow. I had completely forgotten the purpose I wore this filthy dress. Moments later after our second drink and his flirting, I found myself in one of the guest lounges, rammed against the wall while his lips caressed every inch of my mouth. He was manly and intimidating in every way a man should be.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall as his lips savoured down my neck, evoking several goosebumps on their awake. An unknown quaking rose inside me-something forbidden. My body responded to him and so did the untouched portion of my soul. Every inch of me wanted this stranger between my legs. It was the sexual drive that pulled us closer.

“You taste like sin,” he whispered as he slipped his hand between my legs and reached up my thighs, teasing the corner of my seamless panties. A moan dribbled from my lips, and my body trembled against him.

“Lorenzo,” I pleaded she grabbed my ass and grinned it against his pelvis, his thick manly erection teasing my swollen lower lips.

“I’m hardly restraining myself to pound you, sweetness. Don’t tempt me with your seductive eyes,” he mumbled against my neck, and my hand purposely brushed against his thigh as I felt him smirking.

“Then don’t,”

The next thing I knew, I was thrown on the couch that was large enough for me to bounce and he was on top with his lips smouldering mine in a passionate kiss.

Fuck.

Pinning my hands in his one, he nibbled my lower lip, sucking and then biting as I hissed. He tasted so good, just like vodka and martini. Danger and hell. Lust and seduction. My body responded to him and he let out a hungry growl.

“Fuck,”

He thrusted his hips against my covered core, pushing his erection against my heat, leaving me panting and shaking.

“Ever been tongue fucked before?” I stared at him wide-eyed. I squirmed under him as he smirked and leaned down, leaving wet kisses trailing over my skin, leaving me begging for more. Shit.

I had never been touched by a man like this. I had few experiences but this was something lethal. I had a boyfriend back in Italy, we slept barely three times together before I ended it with him, cause he fell out of love with me. And when I came to New York, I was too indulged in my misery that the thought of a man embracing me seemed not so right.

But this, this felt so damn right.

“The things you’re doing to me, Bella,” his muscular body entrapped mine and he parted my thighs, I bit my bottom lip closing my eyes as his warm tongue run along the inside of my thighs. Goosebumps puckered along my skin as he spread my legs wider.

I squirmed, as his harp gaze met mine. Gosh! He was so enticing.

He teased the hem of my panties and a loud tear sound followed I realised he had torn them apart. “Loren-“

“Enjoy, Bella. While you can,” he groaned as his finger skimmed and slipped between my lower lips, parting them, and I groaned in pleasure as his tongue flickered against my swollen clit. I shivered as I felt his finger teasing the slit as wetness engulfed his fingers. As he slipped a finger inside, my back arched, and I let out a lewd moan. My body trembled with a strange sensation that felt good from the way he touched me. I knew this was not my intention for tonight, but the desires of my body were not aligned with the thoughts of my mind.

Sensationally good pleasure build up inside as I moaned and his finger worked faster as his lips sucked my clit, leaving me breathless. My arms flared and I dug my nails into the couch.

“Please,” I panted as I pushed my hips into his mouth, enjoying what he was giving me. Lorenzo chuckled, the vibrations sent tingles down my spine.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Bella. I’m gonna pump you nice and full of my cock.” Lorenzo said.

I moaned, tossing my head back, letting him wrap his fingers around my hairs, as my teary eyes glanced at him. I had forgotten whatever role I was going to play today. I was not supposed to be here, in VIP section, draped over the couch underneath a foreign man, a total stranger who I had known for barely an hour. “Oh god! P-please, give it to me.”

His huge hands cupped my breasts, manipulating my body like a puppet, chuckling near my ears and I felt shivers dancing all over my skin. So strange and so sensational. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. He pushed his groin against my aching core, making a lewd moan escaping my lips as I pushed my hips back, begging with my body.

“Would you like to ride?” He asked seductively, his deep voice reverberating through his chest and rushing in line sending me on cloud tenth if it even existed.

“Y-yes,” I gave in and let my desire get the hold of me as I gasped as he flipped me onto my back, grabbing both of my thighs and spread them apart, the stretch burning the inner side of my thighs as he grabbed both of my wrists with his single hand and pinned them above my head. His striking eyes glowing in the dark room. The man was not just handsome, he was stunning.