MY ONE NIGHT STAND BOSS

One Night With A Stranger

Chapter 2 – One Night with a Stranger

I felt his thick c**k slam into me with one brutal thrust, stretching my tight, barely-used p***y wide open. The sudden burn made me gasp, a sharp mix of pain and filthy pleasure that had my walls clenching around him like a vice. Three years with Daniel and we had only f****d twice, both times polite and boring. This stranger was splitting me in half, and some twisted part of me f*****g loved it.

He froze when he felt me tense, breathing hard against my neck.

“Why… what’s wrong?” I panted.

“Nothing,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Just trying not to wreck you too fast.” But I didn’t want gentle. I locked my legs around his waist, dug my nails into his back, and yanked him deeper until his heavy balls slapped against my ass.

“f**k me,” I hissed, biting his lip hard enough to draw a grunt from him.

He lost it then. He started pounding into me like a man possessed. Deep, punishing strokes that hit my cervix and made wet, obscene slapping sounds echoed in the dark hotel room. My p***y was already creaming around his thick shaft, juices dripping down to soak the sheets. Every time he dragged his c**k out, my lips clung to him, greedy and sloppy.

He found my G-spot and attacked it relentlessly, grinding his pubic bone against my swollen c**t until my legs shook uncontrollably. I came hard, screaming into his mouth as my cunt spasmed and squirted all over his c**k and thighs.

He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of my c*m stretching between us, and collapsed beside me, pulling my trembling body against his sweaty chest. For some f****d-up reason, I felt safer in this stranger’s arms than I had ever felt with Daniel.

We lay tangled in the ruined sheets, breathing like animals. His c*m and my juices were smeared across both of us.

“You okay?” His voice was wrecked.

I nodded, pressing my face into his chest. “I needed that. Needed to be f****d like a slut for once.”

He chuckled darkly, then got up. I watched his muscular ass flex as he walked naked to get drinks, confident, unashamed, dangerous. When he returned with whiskey and two glasses, we drank in bed, the alcohol burning away the last of my inhibitions.

He opened up about his father humiliating him. I told him about my disappointment in men. The conversation was raw, honest, and strangely intimate for two people who had just f****d like strangers in heat.

Around three a.m., the hunger came back stronger.

He kissed my ear, then dragged his tongue down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You taste like sin,” he muttered. He moved lower, devouring my t**s, sucking my pink n*****s until they were swollen and dark red, biting just hard enough to make me whimper. Then he shoved my thighs apart roughly and buried his face in my dripping cunt.

He ate me like a starving man. Long, filthy licks from my asshole to my c**t. He sucked my swollen nub between his lips, tongue-f*****g my hole while two thick fingers stretched me open. I was grinding on his face, smearing my juices all over his mouth and chin, moaning like a w***e.

“f**k, you’re soaked. Such a messy little p***y,” he groaned against my folds before diving back in.

I came again, thighs clamping around his head, flooding his mouth with my c*m. He didn’t stop. He kept finger-f*****g me hard and fast, curling into my G-spot while sucking my c**t until I was begging, crying, shaking.

“Please… I need your c**k. f**k me raw.”

He finally climbed up, shoved my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back inside me in one brutal thrust. The new angle made me see stars. He f****d me like he hated me — deep, vicious strokes that made my t**s bounce and the headboard slam against the wall.

“Take this d**k,” he growled. “This what you wanted, huh? Some stranger wrecking your tight cunt?”

“Yes— f**k yes—”

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, grabbing his slick, veiny c**k and sinking down onto it until he was balls-deep. I rode him like a desperate slut, grinding, circling, bouncing hard so his c**k battered my cervix with every drop. The room reeked of s*x: sweat, c*m, whiskey, and raw p***y.

His hands gripped my ass hard enough to bruise, spreading my cheeks as I f****d him. “Ride that c**k, baby. Milk me with that greedy hole.”

I came again, my p***y gushing around him. He groaned, thrust up into me, and finally exploded. Thick, hot ropes of c*m flooding my insides. I kept grinding through his orgasm, taking every drop until I collapsed on his chest, completely wrecked and dripping his seed down my thighs.

The morning after, I woke up to cold sheets and sunlight. The bed-side clock said 8:47. He was gone. No note. No name. Just the lingering smell of s*x, his cologne, and the sticky mess between my legs reminding me it was all real.

I dressed slowly, already trying to convince myself it was just one filthy, dangerous night that would never happen again.

Little did I know fate was laughing at me.