Chapter 2
1040 Words
Scarlett's POV
His lips tasted like mint and fire, and I momentarily lost grip of my senses.
I arched into him, loving the swirl of his tongue over my lips, and when he demanded entry into my mouth, my eyes flew open.
"No. I don't know who the f**k you are, and I'm certainly not doing this with you," I muttered, stepping out of his grip.
He lifted a brow. "What am I doing with you? I'm just taking some alcohol from you."
My heart palpitated with anxiety as I slowly pulled away from him. I liked how my body reacted to him, but I wasn't sure if it was ideal to have s*x with a stranger.
His eyes stayed fixed on me, his tongue swiping over his hot lips as the bartender poured him another glass. My gaze fell, and it was then I realized he was naked.
The sight of his rigid, fleshy c**k sent shivers running down my spine; my core pulsed with shameful heat. Maybe… maybe I could f**k him and forget all about it.
Before I finished my thoughts, he turned to leave, but I pulled him back, crashing my lips onto his.
The kiss was first fast and breathless, but then it grew slow and intentional. His tongue demanded entry, and I let him, melting into him.
While our tongues tangled, his hands dropped to the end of my gown, pulling and stopping at my waist. I gasped from the cold air that hit my ass, breaking the kiss, but he didn't let me go.
"Sexy, are you shy?"
"N–no. I just… I've never made out in public before," I whispered in his ear, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
And with that, he lifted me off the floor. "Say no more, sexy. I've got a private suite."
His warm fingers pressed tightly under my ass, clasping together right under my folds. My c**t throbbed incessantly, my stomach pulling with desire as I dropped my head to continue kissing him.
The wet, sloppy sounds of our kiss made my n*****s hard, a small whimper escaping my lips right after.
He pushed a door open, placing me on the bed and hovering over me almost immediately. My chest heaved as he pulled on the tiny straps that held my gown.
In a matter of seconds, I was naked under him. He hungrily began sucking one of my boobs while the other hand fondled my other one. I gasped at the feel of his slick organ against my swollen n****e.
My fingers dug into his hair, ruffling and begging him to keep sucking me like that. My insides were literally on fire!
"Do you like it? Tell me you do," he rasped, his tongue licking the parting between my boobs.
"Yes, f**k, I do. Please keep your tongue on my n*****s like that…it's making me so wet," I muttered, loving the way my swollen folds clung to my panties.
Just then, he peeled my panties away, parting my lips with two fingers.
"f**k. Please–please rub it," I begged, my cunt pouring out more juice for him.
He rubbed me so fast that I found it difficult to breathe; my hands clung to his neck for support, my moans filling the room. By the time his thick fingers were going back and forth on my c**t, my legs had shaken into a violent orgasm.
"Look at you…so gorgeous when you c*m," he crooned, massaging my breast with one hand and stroking himself with another.
But my core was needy. I needed that rush of dopamine. At this moment, I forgot the pain. All I could think of was this stranger's thick c**k.
"Please fill me up. I need your c**k inside me," I whispered, all strings of shame leaving my body.
"And my c**k you shall get. While I'm inside you, you can only moan my name: daddy, okay?" he instructed, and I nodded a little too quickly.
And with that, he spread my legs even wider, his c**k teasing my entrance before pushing in.
"Ohh, Daddy," a shuddering breath escaped my lips as his veiny c**k pushed through me. My chest heaved, my hands clutching the sheets as he finally found his rhythm–fast and slow. He pushed his hips back and forth, my wet cunt making it easier for him to slide through.
"Sexy, tell me how you feel. I want to know how much my c**k is satisfying you," I heard him say amidst his soft groans.
I shut my eyes, focusing on the feel of his thrusts, but then I felt his hand drop to my chin.
"Eyes on me. All the time."
He didn't need to say that twice. I kept my eyes fixed on those green orbs that were so hot with lust.
He snagged a hand around my neck–not enough to kill, but enough to build pressure–while his other hand dropped to my boobs as he alternated rolling both n*****s.
Fuck.
I might just explode with pleasure.
My moans grew thicker, his breath growing heavier, but he didn't relent with his fast strokes. The sounds of skin slapping skin echoed through the room.
"Sexy, you haven't answered my question," he reminded me, his deep voice adding more desire to my throbbing c**t.
My moans tore through my throat, words becoming difficult to speak.
He crashed his lips onto mine, biting it softly. "Use your words, baby."
That was when the words finally came out.
"f**k, daddy, you–mhmm, you're making me drip so much. I–I can't get enough," I confessed, my legs now curling around his waist.
"Good girl. Now moan for me. I want to hear just how much you're enjoying me f*****g you," he ordered, and my lips quivered, preparing to moan his name.
"Mhmm, dad–daddyyy, f**k," I moaned loudly, loving that his thrusts began to go deeper.
He continued ramming himself into me, and I started feeling the buildup of my orgasm. My breaths grew shorter, my eyes rolling back, and just then, his words made me crash.
"Look at how you stretch nicely around me. Come on, baby, c*m for daddy."
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