He Called Me Fat... I Stole His Uncle

Soft moans

At first he didn’t kiss back, maybe out of shock or something. But I kept kissing him, and after a moment, he responded.

His hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer until the only thing between us was our clothes.

His lips were warm and demanding, his tongue moving with intention, and for a second I thought I might lose myself right there. But then, he pulled away.

My eyes searched his face. “Why did you stop?” I asked, breathless.

“I don’t take what isn’t given,” he said. “So tell me what you want.”

“You,” I replied. “I want you to help me forget.”

“Are you sure?”

I frowned. He had asked me to come with him moments ago. Why hesitate now?

“I don’t do things halfway,” he said. “If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop. I need you to understand that.”

“I do,” I whispered. “And I want to be yours tonight.”

His gaze darkened for a moment. Then He held out his hand, and I took it.

—

D stopped in front of the hotel room door. His hand lingered on the handle, and he looked down at me, dark eyes unreadable.

“Think again,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Once you step inside, you’ll be mine. Completely.”

My heart pricked at his words, a mixture of fear and thrill coiling tight in my chest. My fingers gripped his hand, feeling the strength there. Every nerve in my body screamed at the danger and the promise in his tone.

“I… I want to,” I whispered, my voice trembling but steady.

He studied me for a long moment, letting the weight of his warning settle. Then, without another word, he opened the door.

I stepped inside. The room was grand—luxurious and warm, with soft lighting that made shadows dance across the walls. My eyes flicked around, taking it in, but there was no time to explore.

Before I could take another step, I felt his hand slide around my waist, pulling me close. The heat of him pressed into me immediately, and I shivered. His presence filled every inch of space around me.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured into my ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. “Do you understand?”

I nodded, unable to speak, feeling a delicious tension coil tight in my stomach.

He turned me toward him, his hands firm at my waist, and his lips brushed mine. A slow, teasing kiss that made my pulse jump.

My body responded instantly, a fire igniting in places I hadn’t realized could burn so hot. I clutched at him, tangling my hands in his hair, feeling his warmth, his power, his presence.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice low and husky, a vibration that made my stomach clench.

“Yes,” I whispered, breathless. My pulse raced, my chest tight. My mind spun, but I didn’t pull away. I wanted this. I wanted him.

As he kissed me again, deeper now, I thought about telling him it was my first time. The words hovered on my lips, but I swallowed them down. It didn’t feel like the right moment. I wanted to experience this fully, without him seeing the hesitation beneath my longing.

He reached behind me and tugged at the zipper of my dress. My stomach fluttered as the cool air hit my back. Before I could even catch my breath, he pressed me gently against the wall.

“I want to see you, Selena,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

My hands instinctively went to the sides of the dress as he slid it down over my shoulders, and I felt my heart pound. In seconds, I was standing there in nothing but heels, my bra and panties, heat rushing to my cheeks.

My heart stuttered as I stood there, exposed. I wondered if my body would be the moment he changed his mind, if my folds would be too much for him.

His eyes roamed me slowly, deliberately, and I shivered under his gaze. “My god… Selena,” he breathed. “You’re incredible. Stunning.”

I swallowed hard, the thrill of his words sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and alive all at once. Every inch of me tingled under his attention, and I realized just how much I wanted him to see every part of me.

He lifted me effortlessly, and my thighs wrapped around his waist naturally as he carried me across the room toward the bed. The softness of the mattress beneath us made me shiver in anticipation.

Every nerve in my body felt alive—my chest tight, my skin tingling, and a deep, aching heat pooling low.

His lips found mine again, slower this time, lingering and teasing, sending shivers down my spine. My hands clutched at his shoulders, pressing closer, craving more of him. My body was betraying me, every inch aching to feel him, every touch making my pulse race.

He let his hands roam, firm and commanding yet careful, exploring the curves of me that I had never let anyone see before. I gasped as his lips traced over my breasts, leaving trails of warmth and fire across my skin. I pressed into him, my back arching instinctively, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

He sucked my n*****s like a hungry child and God, the feeling was nothing like I have ever felt.

Every kiss, every brush of his hands made me tremble, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I had never felt so exposed, so wanted, so utterly alive.

As he paused to look at me, eyes dark and intent, I realized how much I trusted him already. My hands slid along his chest, memorizing the feel, the heat, the strength of him. I was trembling, quivering with anticipation, every nerve awake and begging for more.

Finally, he paused, eyes dark, looking into mine. “You’re shaking,” he murmured. “You alright?.”

“Yes,” I breathed again, voice trembling. My body ached for him, every nerve awake.

He smiled slowly and kissed me again, letting his hands roam over me, brushing over my curves, testing my responses.

He calmly parts my thighs and inserted a finger deep into my wetness and he slowly starts fingering me.

“f**k, you are so f*****g tight,” he hissed as he inserted his second finger. I could feel his hard, steady fingers all wet from my dripping pussy

My fingers found the edges of his shirt, tugging at the buttons, desperate to feel more of him, to claim a little piece of him for myself.

He kept me close, his hands strong and demanding, exploring and teasing in ways that left me trembling, my breath short and uneven.

And just when I thought I was going to come undone, I felt his fingers leave my p***y, and he slowly took it up to his mouth and licked them clean.

“Please,” I breathed, desperately needing some form of release to the aching in my core.

“Patience,” he called. “Undress me Selena," added.

From his face to his voice, I could tell he wasn't exactly asking, he was ordering.

I got up from the bed and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt and once his shirt was off, I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his pants down his waist.

my eyes widened at the huge bulge under his brief, but I tried not to show him how naive I was or how it was my first time ever seeing a real life p***s.

Even though he hadn't said anything since I started undressing him, I could feel his eyes on me. watching my every move.

I pushed down his boxers and his c**k sprang out like a caged prisoner taking freedom for the first time in centuries.

“God, you are big,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

“Show me,” he said and I looked at him. “Show me how big you think I am,” His eyes held a daring look and I knew what he wanted right away.

I instinctively started stroking his c**k with both hands, trying my best to be as tender as possible.

Feeling his c**k pulse and throb in my hand told me I was going the right thing and after a few moments of just stroking him, I stuck out my tongue to taste his cap.

Feeling his hardened flesh on my tongue felt so oddly satisfying. I rolled my tongue across his cap, teasing, tasting and just letting myself enjoy the feeling of having this big c**k in my mouth.

“Stop teasing and suck it baby,” he murmurs and I wrap my mouth around him.

“Yes! so f*****g good,” he growled as his hand moved to grab my hair in one fist.

I slowly started moving my head back and front, as I took him in. His c**k was so big that he was practically stretching my mouth out. I subconsciously closed my eyes as I kept popping my head front and back.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me, " he ordered, tightening his hold on my hair.

God, who knew pain could be such a beautiful thing.

I felt his hands become entwined in my hair as he slowly started directing my movements. and next I knew, he was thrusting in and my mouth at a fast but steady pace.

The mouth f*****g had my p***y dripping down my thighs

I gasped, shivered, and my chest tightened, but I didn’t pull away. I was enjoying every thrust, every pain, it made me feel alive in ways anything has ever made me.

Then he pulled out his c**k from my mouth and asked me to lie on my back.

“f**k, you are so wet,” he said as he lined his c**k against my core and in one thrust, he was deep inside me.

I clenched the sheets to keep myself grounded as I breathed through the pain that hit me.

And once my p***y loosen its tightened around him, he started f*****g me like he promised he would. Hard.

I shamelessly moaned, cried and screamed at his thrust, not giving a damn about who was listening or wasn't.

Every touch, every sigh, every tremor told him what I felt, even if he didn’t know it was my first time.

We moved together slowly, letting the heat build, letting me adjust to every new sensation. Every brush of his lips, every gentle press of his hands, made me tremble and shiver, letting the unfamiliar pleasure wash over me.

I had never felt so exposed, so raw, yet so alive. I clutched at him, letting him guide me, letting myself trust him. Each gasp, each shiver, each soft moan made him smile against my lips, and I felt every inch of my body awaken for the first time.

When we finally collapsed together afterward, breathless and trembling, I realized I had never known anything like this.

My body hummed, my mind reeled, and my heart felt full in a way I hadn’t expected. I had given myself to him, and yet he didn’t know it was my first time.

He doesn't have to know. This was just a one night stand afterall, and by morning I would be gone before he noticed.