Chapter 005
1264 Words
Elsie’s POV
He froze and broke away from the kiss, but I pulled him right back to me. Damn, I didn’t know what was going on, but I couldn't stop myself either. There was this familiar feeling that pulled me towards him, making me feel safe.
He finally kissed me back, and I happily opened up to him, but my happiness was short-lived because it seemed he realized what was going on.
“We can’t do this,” he breathed, pulling away from me.
“No…” I whined, leaning more into him.
He swallowed hard like he was trying to control himself, before dragging me out of my seat.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, finally making use of my brain.
“Out of here,” he said, pushing me harder against him as we made our way out of the bar.
He led me to his car, opened the back seat, and helped me get in. I didn’t want to let go just yet; I clung to him and pushed him in with me.
“What are you doing?” he asked, alarmed.
“I just need a little time to catch myself,” I said, yawning.
Hearing my response, he got in with me, and I relaxed. Even though I still couldn’t focus, I was oddly calm and felt safe with him.
“Come here,” I said, urging him into my arms again.
“Stop, you’re drunk. I don’t want you to regret this.” he reminded me and made a move to go.
“No. Please don’t,” I begged, feeling sad all over again.
Before I could make sense of what was going on, we were kissing again, and this time, neither of us pulled away. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but my body was already humming with alcohol.
He didn’t hold back this time; he ravaged my lips and explored every corner of my mouth, leaving me breathless.
When he let go of my lips, he moved to my neck and sucked me hard, making my body clench with need. I clung to him for dear life.
His hands crawled to my breasts, but with my dress between us, he couldn’t hold me.
He reached for my zipper, and within seconds, my dress slid down my body, revealing my naked breasts. His eyes shone brightly with need when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra.
He attacked my breasts immediately, and a moan escaped my lips. He grazed my n****e with his teeth, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He gave both breasts good attention, and before long, I was a mess of desire.
Just when I was about to reach for his pants, he pulled away.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he sighed, looking confused.
“Come on, don’t back out now,” I whined, coming closer to him.
“You’re drunk; I don’t want you to regret this,” he explained.
“I won’t,” I breathed, reaching for his pants. I loosened his belt, stuck my needy hand into his briefs, and before long, found my treasure.
“f**k…” I breathed, feeling his length.
He was so big, my hands could barely fit around it. In order to feel his full size, I curled my hand around him and gently stroked him. He bucked in my hand, his eyes hooded.
“Stop…” he said, even as his fingers pinched my erect n****e. I could feel a pool already forming between my legs.
I needed him as much as he needed me.
I pulled him out and licked my lips, marveling at the thick veins that curled around him. I craved to have my lips wrapped around him, but my body needed him more.
As if sensing my thoughts, he pulled his trousers down, giving me better access.
I didn’t hesitate anymore; I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his big d**k.
“Mmm.” I moaned as my lips stretched to fully wrap around him. Inch by inch, I took him deeper inside my mouth before pulling back up for air.
“Good girl.” He moaned, pulling my hair out of the way. When I went down again, I didn’t pull out until he hit the back of my throat.
“f**k!” he moaned as he fisted his fingers into my hair, jerking his hips hard and pulling his c**k even deeper into my throat. When I felt the urge to gag, I pulled out, and at the same time, tears rolled down my cheeks.
He pulled me up and kissed me hard, making me breathless again. As we kissed, his hands crept behind me and got between my legs. His fingers reached for my already dripping p***y, and he hummed in approval.
“f**k, you’re so wet.” he breathed, his fingers playing with my c**t. I enjoyed the feeling for a moment before I scampered out of my dress and got on top of him. I needed him inside me.
He began kissing me deeply, and with a moan, I pulled my panties to the side and came down on him.
One hand curled into his thick hair while the other wrapped around his c**k and guided him into my hole.
I felt his tip push into me first, and I continued going down on him. Inch by inch, he stretched me deliciously, and I tried hard not to cry out.
He was breathless as well, allowing me to take him at my own pace.
“f**k, you’re so tight...” he swore, biting into my neck.
“Mmmmm….” I moaned, still taking him in. We both moaned deeply when I felt him reach deep inside me, and I had taken all of him in.
“f**k me.” he begged with unfocused eyes.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I began moving up and down on him but was gentle at first, so my body would adjust to his size. When it was better, I increased the tempo, and soon, we were a moaning mess.
When I got tired, he switched our positions, pinned me to the seat, and began pounding into me like his life depended on it.
I moaned and cried at the same time because, f**k, he was driving me crazy.
I feared we might be heard by someone and tried to lower my moans, but hell, I just couldn’t.
He hit my G-spot continuously, and my toes curled as I felt myself about to c*m.
“c*m for me.” he commanded, his eyes boring into mine. I obeyed, allowing the feeling to wash over me, and soon, I was thrown into ecstasy.
I gripped his c**k hard with my p***y, and he couldn’t go on any longer. He pulled out just in time and came on my stomach, both of us breathless.
Totally exhausted, my vision began to get hazy immediately, and before I knew it, I was thrown into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Groaning, I froze when I realized I was in a hotel room. Alone.
“What the hell?” I muttered, wincing as I got off the bed.
Memories from last night flooded my brain and I gasped, realizing I just f****d Adrian. Adrian!
Just then, my phone beeped with a notification and I turned to check.
I froze when I saw it was a text from Adrian.
“Come home, we need to talk.”
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