one night, one desire

Chapter three

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze devouring every inch of her body.

Rebecca on the other hand felt embarrassed by the way he looked at her right now, as though she were a piece of prime stake waiting to be consumed by him. She was completely exposed and at the mercy of this handsome stranger.

As she drank in his body, she was struck by the raw power of his form. His muscles were lean and defined, rippling with strength beneath his smooth, tanned skin.

A dusting of dark hair trailed down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. She could see the contours of his abs, the way they flexed and tensed as he moved. Her gaze drifted lower, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the straining bulge in his trousers. Her pulse quickening as she imagined what it would feel like to have him inside her.

The man paused for a moment, his gaze intense as he gazed at her. “you’re mine tonight,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’m going to make you beg…”

Rebecca shivered as his words washed over her, his dominant tone making her even more desperate for him.

As their lips met, the passion between them sparked, a fire fueled by desire that could not be quenched. His mouth was hot and urgent against hers, his tongue teasing and tasting, his hands grasping and caressing.

Rebecca melted beneath him, her body surrendering to the need that burned inside her. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss as her tongue danced with his. The bed shifted and creaked beneath them, their movements growing wilder as their desire mounted.

When he finally pulled back from their kiss again, his eyes smoldering with lust as he rose up to his knees. With one swift motion, he pushed his trouser down, his body now completely bared to Rebecca’s eager gaze.

A breathless gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sight of him, his member straining against the confines of his briefs, it was thick and long, the outline of its girth pressing hard against the fabric. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling them off with a slow and steady motion.

As his briefs came down, the full glory of his manhood was revealed. It extended out, proud and firm, the tip glistening with pre-c*m.

“f**k- “Rebecca cussed as her eyes widened, her fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and touch him.

He read the hunger in her eyes, and his c**k twitched in response, the anticipation of her touch making him harder still. His gaze was intense, his expression primal as he crawled over her, his body like a panther’s as he straddled her. As he loomed over her, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned down to kiss her once more. His lips were demanding, possessive as he claimed her mouth with his tongue.

He trailed kisses down her jawline, along her neck, and across her collarbone, his fingers trailing feather-light strokes across her breasts. His hands moved lower, stroking the delicate skin of her stomach before sliding between her thighs.

Rebecca gasped as his fingers found her sensitive numb, already swollen and tender with need. His touches were electric, sending her body into a frenzy. She arched against him, her hands grasping his shoulders as his fingers explored her folds, teasing and testing her boundaries. He could feel the heat of her arousal, the wetness that called him deeper. His c**k throbbed, desperate to be inside her, to feel her tightness enveloping him.

“who’s a good girl?” he growled, his voice low and husky as his fingers circled her c**t, brining her closer to the edge.

“you’re a good girl,” he purred, his voice a dangerous rasp as he teased her into a frenzy. “you’re my good girl.”

Rebecca whimpered, her hips rocking against his hands as his fingers worked their magic. Her body was on fire, every nerve singing with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to her edge.

“please,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “please, I need you…”

“then take me,” he said, guiding her hand to his c**k. “take me inside you.”

Rebecca wrapped her fingers around his shaft, gasping at the heat and weight of him in her hand. She stroked him, her palm caressing the swollen head, her thumb teasing the sensitive underside.

His breath hissed through gritted teeth, his muscles tightening as she worked him over. “more,” he growled, his hips thrusting towards her hand.

“I want all of you.”

Rebecca guided the tip of his c**k to her entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation. “now,” she moaned. “I need you now.”

Then in a single thrust, the man drove into her, filling her completely. Rebecca cried out, her back arching as he claimed her. His hips pumped against hers as he lost himself in the feel of her.

“so…tight,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic as he drove deeper and deeper into her. His thrusts grew harder, faster, pushing her closer to her edge once more.

Rebecca moaned, her body writhing beneath him as she chased the sweet release that tormented just out of reach. The mans body tensed, his hands grasping Rebecca’s hips as he drove deeper and deeper into her. The tension within him mounted, building with each thrust until he could not hold back any longer.

He roared, his body shudderIng as he spilled himself inside her. His climax triggered hers, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her back arched, her nails digging into his skin as the ecstasy consumed her.

They were a tangle of limbs, their breath ragged as the rode the aftershocks of their release. As the haze of pleasure began to fade, Rebecca and man lay together, their bodies still entwined. Their breathing had begun to slow, their hearts still racing as the aftermath of their encounter settled over them.

Rebecca glanced up at the man, her gaze soft and a little shy, as she traced her fingers over the planes of his chest. “wow,” she murmured, the words barely above a whisper. “I don’t even know your name…”

The man chuckled as he leaned against the headboard as the woman laid in his arm. He had a lit cigar dangling off his lips as the glowing orange embers reflected in his black eyes. When he huffed, the smoke embraced them both before dissipating in the air.

His chuckle was deep and rich like velvet wrapped around steel as he ran a hand through her hair, “maybe you’ll find out tomorrow,” he teased.