Abrupt Pleasure

People say a wedding is a most important and most awaited occasion in a woman's life. Seeing herself wearing a glamorous bridal gown with her stilettos and dazzling jewelry is giving the warm fuzzies that she couldn't imagine. But of course, before that day would come, there's a bridal shower which every bride-to-be should experience. And here she is, making her way to a hotel room where her friends organize the party. These girls might have plan something that she knows she couldn't resist. The bombshell they would bring made herself excited and at the same time nervous. She's already in front of the hotel room double-checking the room number, it's 205. She doesn't know if she's going to open the door or just simply knock. She doesn't want to spoil the party though. She called her friends to make sure but none of them answered her. She shrugged her shoulders, maybe they're making themselves busy inside this room. She blew a breath before deciding to open the door. She was welcomed by an empty dark room. She gets inside and roamed around but her expectations weren't met. Where are her friends? There's nothing special inside the room. She spotted the silhouette of a man sitting on the bed. Did her friends rent a party-stripper? The man stood up. "W-who are you?" she gulped as she asked him. "I should be the one asking you that. Who are you? Don't tell me you are sent by my friends?" he blurted out. She got confused. What does he mean? "What are you saying? Why would I be sent by your friends here?" she managed to ask. "Tsk. Playing innocent, huh? You know what, just don't deny it." She saw him shook his head slowly and started murmuring. "I told them not to send any woman, but here they are again." He lifts his head and stares at her. Even though she cannot see her because of the darkness covering inside the room. She can still feel the intense stare he's giving to her. "I guess it's time for me to taste another one?" Her eyes widen upon hearing those words from him. Before she could react, she heard the footsteps coming towards her. "S-stay there! Don't come near me!" She turned on the flashlight of her phone in a panic and lighted up the man taking steps towards her. Her lips parted and her jaw drops when she saw the man's face. He's so damn gorgeous! He isn't just a simple man with a handsome face, he's a god from Mount Olympus. She didn't help herself but to trace the man's figure from head to toe, with his ripped jeans and simple white shirt, he looks damn hot. The shirt is not a hindrance for her to be able to see what's inside. She now wonders how hard his perfectly sculpted abs, how does it feel to lean on that tempting chest of him and be wrapped around by that broad shoulder and flexing biceps. He was hypnotized by this drop-dead gorgeous man and almost forgot why she was there. She shook her head a little bit to shake off the dirty thoughts inside her head. She tried to remember what he just said and she can't believe it. This night should be her bridal shower but what is this? She stepped one step backward and forcing her mind to think of a way to escape from the room. But before she can do anything, the stranger suddenly took the space between them and devoured her lips. She tried to push him but he is stronger than her. Oh, god. She's going to marry her fiance tomorrow but here she is, trying to fight this sinful temptation. She felt his tongue slide inside her and kissing her roughly. 'This is r**e!' her conscious mind uttered. But, is it? How could be this a r**e if her body is slowly giving up to this stranger? He's a good kisser and she's not gonna even deny it as she kissed him back. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They are not breaking the kiss and it was deepened even more. She felt his mad manhood stroking in her belly. Damn, she's so sure it's huge. He let go of her and quickly removed his shirt. She got a chance to check his body even more. He is indeed has a perfectly built body that a woman wants and a man would envy for. He went back on kissing her. She was drowned by his kisses that she didn't know her dress is already torn and her bra is unclasped exposing her breast to him. He pushed her on the bed and he immediately crawled on top of her. Even with the absence of the light, she felt him smirked. Her breath went rugged when she felt his warm hands gently massaging her n*****s. "Uh, it is so good," she thought at the back of her mind. She's enjoying so much pleasure when she felt his finger tracing down her stomach. She quirked when he held the garter off her lacy underwear and let go of it suddenly. She exhaled deeply because of the sensation it gives. He devoured her lips again while massaging her breast. She doesn't know where to pay her attention. She's going crazy because of too much pleasure when his hands slowly taking off her underwear. She grasped the mattress when he inserted two fingers on hers. She tried to suppress her moan when he started thrusting but she failed. Her suppressed moans are echoing in the four corners of the room. "I guess, you're ready for me," he whispered. He's right. She can feel her wetness down there. He spread her legs wider. She gasped when he quickly dived in feeling his warm breath on hers. He felt kissed her legs, then on her pearl. He inserted another finger that made her quirk again. She moaned as he moved his finger faster. She's going crazy by his thrust. This could be so much better than my fiance, she thought. After so much foreplay that drove her crazy, she heard him unzip his pants. Finally, she murmured. Wait, what? What did she say? Is she being impatient? She gulped when she saw how his manhood sprung. Can she take it? Wait, does she really need to take it? Those questions fade when pure desire wins over her rationality. It's now or never. He thrusts himself inside her. He grabbed her waist as he moved above her. He couldn't help himself to thrust deeper and harder. He moaned louder when she did muscle control. He licks and sucks her n*****s to add pleasure and that makes him want more. She clings onto the stranger's neck while dancing along with their rhythm. The heat intensifies between them in every thrust. They did a couple of positions and that night when the moon and the stars were the witnesses of her infidelity to her fiance, with a stranger who gave her so much pleasure that afire her womanhood. She woke up early in the morning feeling sore between her legs. Her eyes widen when she remembers everything. Everything that happened last night. She jumped off the bed and saw a god peacefully sleeping beside her. She collected her clothes that are scattered on the floor and opened her phone. 56 missed calls 129 messages Missed alarm (Wake up! It's your wedding day!) "It's my wedding day! Oh goodness! What I have done?" She stormed out of the room after she fixes herself while scrolling the hundred unread messages and one message caught her attention. "Girl, sorry. We mean room 204, not 205" She read the room number plastered on the door. Rm 205 Oh my! I'm doomed! This is literally face-palming moment.