Jar Of Hearts

Chapter 2 Don’t Blame Me For Taking Advantage

Holy s**t! What the hell is going on here?

Soon I realized, though, that she had probably mistaken me for her boyfriend or husband.

I wanted to break away, but she had me in a death grip.

As I felt the warmth of her body, my eyes dilated, and my blood boiled as I strained to get a whiff of the fragrance coming from her body.

For an agonizing moment, I hesitated. Alas, reason prevailed, so I carefully placed the woman back on the sofa.

As the room was well lit, I could clearly see the attractive blush on her delicate face. The redness on her cheeks was from how drunk she was, but it also looked a bit like the flush of satisfaction after a good f**k.

Then her breathing turned unusually rapid, causing her large and obscene breasts to tremble with each breath she took.

Moreover, because of all that moving around earlier, her clothes were in disarray, causing her white t**s to be half exposed. It felt like the veins in my body exploded.

My eyes could not help but scan her body even more thoroughly. Her long shiny legs were resting weakly on the sofa and her skirt that had ridden upward exposed her sexy purple lace panties. Her whole body was oozing so much sensuality that I almost burst.

I could not keep my eyes off of her anymore. A voice in my head kept screaming to just touch her a little, to just touch her at least once.

I could not deny my thoughts.

Swallowing hard, I reached out a shaky hand and grabbed her snowy white leg that was resting feebly on the edge of the sofa. Rubbing it gently like a delicate flower, I felt the coolness of her flawless skin.

Then, I carefully slid my palm higher with trepidation, aware that I was about to touch her most sensitive place. It looked like it was pulsing, begging for me to touch it.

Then she frowned and brought her legs together just enough to trap my hand between them.

I did not know where I got the courage to ignore that reaction, but I parted her legs a little and continued my journey upward.

When I touched her lace panties, I shuddered as if I had been electrocuted. I could clearly feel the warmth of her p***y even through the layer of fabric. It was so soft and so tender.

I could not resist!

I slightly pushed her panties aside, trying to get a more thorough feel of her heated lower mouth.

Then suddenly, she moaned and squirmed. It scared the s**t out of me.

My heart felt as if it were about to leap into my mouth. My c**k, which had been straining in my pants, suddenly died down from the fright.

After a moment of panic, I collected myself and softly called out, “Hey, hey gorgeous...”

I called out a few more times, but she did not respond.

I was about to leave before I got caught for s****l harassment, but suddenly, she spoke, “Take me, take me right now!”

Holy s**t! For real?

While I stood there shocked and contemplating, the woman was wriggling her flexible body, trying to take off her erotic bra and panties.

I did not care anymore. All I could think about was how seductive and beautiful this woman was. I threw my reason out the window as I grabbed her two soft mounds.

Fuck! What a treat!

She has the softest and largest breasts I’ve ever felt!

They were simply superb and erotic as hell, but her top and half-undone bra were in the way.

I could tell that she really wanted it at this moment since she seemed to be enjoying herself and was taking the initiative in this little tryst.

Her bra and underwear were on the verge of being ripped off despite her lack of strength due to her drunkenness.

I helped unbutton her top and peeled it off her, and took off her bra by undoing the hidden clasp on it.

Her two majestic peaks bulged out right before my eyes, shaking in pleasure. The two strawberry tops were stiff and glowing as if begging for a man to take a taste.

I was not able to control myself, so I cupped the twin mounds with my hands, my fingers caressing her pliant n*****s.

I could hear her breathing becoming increasingly labored. As my fingers tweaked her pink n*****s, she continued to give out those blood-heating moans.

It felt so good! The heaviness and the elasticity, it was truly divine!

Then suddenly, she took the initiative to kiss me on my lips. Losing control due to her hot and sweet mouth, I responded enthusiastically. I bit her lips, just enough to let her gasp in pain so that I could insert my tongue. Our tongues clashed in a heated dance.

Damn, she’s good.

We made out on the couch, our bodies getting hotter and hotter. One of her hands started exploring lower and finally reached where my straining erection was.

My body jolted in pleasure. I kissed her hard while my hand was kneading her breasts, and the other one was unzipping her short skirt.

With one pull, I ripped her skirt off along with her underwear.

Finally, she was completely naked. I fondled her round and upturned ass. It was both firm and plump. Then with impatience, I moved lower and caressed her cunt.

It’s so f*****g wet!

Her p***y was so f*****g wet it felt like it was flooding.

The foreplay was enough, or I simply deemed it unnecessary because I was about to explode from the s****l intensity of it all. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, parted her legs a little roughly, and pressed my heated manhood on her.

The moment my c**k was just at the entrance of her dripping cunt, I slowed down a bit, trying to feel every bit of her femininity.

It’s so warm and so tight.

Huh?

I felt something blocking me.

Could it be? Is she still a virgin? I was overjoyed at the thought!

Fuck it! I don’t care anymore!

With that in mind, I did not hesitate any longer and thrust my d**k deep into her cunt. She frowned as she cried out in pain, which only stimulated me even more.

Obscene sounds could be heard from where we were both connected. The fact that she was the first virgin I had ever tasted kept me going.

She tried pushing me away, but she was so weak that after a couple of tries, she gradually gave up and started accepting me. After a while, her distressed moans began to be tinged with pleasure.

In the end, she became more vigorous as she instinctively met my hard movements. It was so exciting, and her body was so lewd that I did not even last for ten minutes. I blew my first load out on her outer thigh.

It was a blessing in disguise that I had not touched a woman for a long time because I soon moved back in for a second round. This time I did not rush to finish early. I took my time tasting her incredible body and her top-class p***y.

Fortunately, I still had a bit of sense left as I did not dare to c*m inside her to avoid leaving any evidence.

Once I was exhausted, I sat silently in the living room and looked at the woman who had fallen into a deep sleep, a frown appearing on my face.

We had such a good time but will she call the police once she wakes up?

Thinking about that possibility, I could not help but look at her bare body again. Then an idea came to mind.

I approached her and put her into various positions. I inserted my hard p***s inside her mouth, used her t**s to clamp down my erection, penetrated her wet bottom, and many other poses while I took dozens of pictures using my phone.

Satisfied with the results of the pictures, I put my phone away. Turning her over, I pressed my body on top of her and started f*****g her again.

Once I let out every last bit of my semen, I laid casually on the sofa and waited for the woman to wake up. If she ever dared to call the police, I would threaten her with the nude pictures.

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that it would work. My mind was at ease as I smirked gleefully.

I looked at the time, and it was already six o’clock.

I was about to stand up to get myself a drink when suddenly she moved and sat up. Jolting in surprise, I instinctively moved to cover her mouth to prevent her from screaming out in panic.

She did not seem to be fully awake yet, though. Because although her eyes were open, there was still a hint of confusion on her pretty face.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she tried to scream. Unfortunately for her, I had already covered her mouth.

A rush of discomfort passed through me as I looked at her frightened expression and the whimpering sounds she made. Instinct told me that it was not the time to be soft-hearted.

“Don’t scream. Let’s have a nice chat, shall we? I brought you up here yesterday, but instead of letting me leave, you seduced me. And as a hot-blooded man, I couldn’t possibly say no to your temptation. If you want to call the cops, that’s fine. Since I’ve done something wrong, I’m willing to accept the punishment handed down by law. Though it won’t do you any good if you make a scene all over town.”

With that, I looked into her eyes and solemnly told her, “I’m letting you go now; the decision is up to you.”

Once I finished saying that, I took my hand off her mouth. She did not shout and instead curled herself up as best as she could in the corner of the sofa.

Seeing her like this, I could not help but chuckle. “Don’t hide. I saw every inch of you last night and took numerous pictures for keepsakes. If you want, I can show them to you.”

I did not wait for her reply. I took my phone out, swiped through my pictures, and placed them in front of her.

She shook her head as she stared at them, unable to hold back the tears streaming down her face.

“By the way, what’s your name? If you don’t plan on calling the police, I’ll try my best to make it up to you. Although I’m not that rich, for a woman like you, if I don’t find a way to compensate you, then I’ll truly feel guilty with all my heart,” I said with all the sincerity I could convey. My desire to make it up to her was truly genuine.

After all that I said, though, she remained unresponsive.

“But if you want, you can call the police,” I said softly.

This time she looked at me and said, “You’re even worse than that person who drugged me! I can’t believe you took advantage of me. Get the hell out of here! Delete the pictures; I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Huh? So, there “was” a backstory!

I thought I simply caught an easy target, but she was actually someone else’s prey, and I had intercepted it by mistake. No wonder she was so proactive last night. It was because she had been drugged.

Anyhow, the most important thing was that she was not going to pursue the matter. Instead, she was letting me go just like that.

I still had the impression that she had not forgiven me, though. Thus, I did not want to leave just yet.