CHAPTER 4.AMBER
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“Try me,” I challenged, my voice boxing the silence.
He didn't waste another second. His mouth descended onto mine with a fierce, crushing hunger. His tongue parted my lips effortlessly, tasting me deep and demanding, claiming my mouth with a possessive heat that left me utterly breathless.
A desperate moan caught in my throat as my hands flew up, tangling into his thick, slicked-back hair, pulling him closer until there was absolutely no space left between us.
He groaned into the kiss, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated directly into my chest. His hands gripped my waist, his thumbs digging into my hips before sliding down to lift me.
Instinctively, I jumped, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. He carried me effortlessly across the room, slamming his weight into me as he pressed me down onto the edge of the mattress.
He pulled back just an inch, his breathing ragged, his grey eyes locked onto mine as he ripped his tie off with one hand and tossed it to the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the hard, muscular expanse of his chest.
“You are so beautiful it’s dangerous,” he growled, his hands sliding down to the hem of my dress.
He gathered the fabric in his fists and hitched it up, exposing my lace underwear. He didn't take the dress off, he just pushed it out of the way, his large, warm hands cupping my bare ass, lifting me slightly as his mouth buried itself into the crook of my neck.
He bit down softly on the sensitive skin right above my collarbone, making me arch my back with a sharp, breathless gasp.
His fingers slid forward, finding the slick, soaked silk of my panties. The moment his long fingers pressed against my heat through the lace, a violent shudder ran through my entire body. I was already wet, completely undone by the speed and intensity of the tension between us.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, looking up into his storm-grey eyes. Keeping unwavering eye contact, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs, tossing them aside.
His hand traveled right back up my inner thigh, his fingers parting my folds with agonizing slowness.
When his thumb pressed directly against my swollen, throbbing c**t, my eyes rolled back, a loud, uninhibited sob of pleasure tearing from my throat.
He began to rub my c**t in slow, heavy circles, his fingers getting slick with my own pouring moisture. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He watched my face react to every stroke, pressing harder, picking up the pace until I was squirming beneath him, my fingers digging desperately into the muscles of his shoulders.
“Please,” I begged, the last remnants of my pride completely melting away. “Please, I want you.”
“Tell me your name first,” he whispered, his thumb applying a wicked amount of pressure on my c**t that had me dangerously close to the edge.
For a split second, my brain stuttered. *Alice? Amber?*
“Alice,” I gasped out, choosing the safety of my lie.
He let out a dark, satisfied growl. “Watch me, Alice.”
He unbuckled his belt and freed his c**k, his length thick, heavy, and fully erect as it brushed against my soaking wet thighs.
He positioned his massive c**k at my entrance, the leaking tip of him rubbing against my dripping center, teasing me until I was practically sobbing for him to fill me.
He gripped my hips, his knuckles turning white, and with one deep, relentless thrust, he buried his c**k completely inside me.
A loud, piercing cry echoed through the room. I stretched around him, my walls gripping his c**k impossibly tight as he filled me to the absolute brim.
The sheer size of him stretched me, a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure crashing over me so hard it made my vision blur.
He paused for a fraction of a second, letting my tight body adjust to his size, a tight, strained expression on his handsome face as he held back his own climax.
“f**k, you are so tight, Alice,” he hissed through his teeth.
Bet I am, I thought wildly, a savage spark of pride hitting me through the haze of pleasure.
Nathaniel never touched me, leaving me starved for so long that my body gripped this stranger's c**k like a lifeline.
Then, he began to move.
He pulled back nearly all the way before driving his c**k deep inside me again, setting a brutal, unyielding rhythm.
The wet, rhythmic slaps of our skin meeting filled the quiet room, cutting through the heavy silence. He pounded his c**k into me with a raw, primal force, each thrust hitting my sweet spot with merciless precision.
I wrapped my legs even tighter around his lower back, riding the waves of every deep, rolling stroke.
He leaned down, pinning my wrists above my head, his chest crushing my breasts as he picked up the pace.
He was relentless, driving his c**k into me faster, harder, his breath coming in ragged, heavy pants against my ear.
Every time his pelvis slammed against my c**t, a lightning bolt of electricity shot straight to my core.
The friction was unbelievable. I was completely consumed by him, the image of Nathaniel and Audrey completely burned away, replaced entirely by the consuming heat of this beautiful stranger's body.
“I’m close,” I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillows as the tension coiled tight and unbearable in my lower stomach. “I’m going to come..”
“Come for me, Alice,” he ordered, his pace turning furious, his thrusts becoming short, hard, and shallow as he pounded against my g-spot. “Come right now.”
The coil snapped. A violent, shattering orgasm ripped through my body, my internal walls clamping down on his c**k in powerful, rhythmic spasms as I began to come violently.
I screamed into the empty room, my entire body shaking as the pleasure paralyzed me.
Hearing and feeling me come broke his own control.
He let out a deep, animalistic growl, driving his c**k into me one last, agonizingly deep time. He locked his hips against mine, his entire body stiffening as his c**k bulged deep inside me, letting out a heavy, burning load of sperm that filled me to the brim.
We stayed like that for a long, quiet minute, our chests heaving in tandem, the only sound in the luxurious suite being our ragged, shallow breathing.
Slowly, he pulled his c**k out of me, the sudden loss leaving me feeling cold and empty. He collapsed onto the bed beside me, rolling onto his back and forearm, his storm-grey eyes fixed back on my face as he watched me breathe.
For the first time in nearly two years, as I lay there exposed and tangled in the sheets with a stranger, I didn't feel like a victim. I felt alive.
I realized how much I’ve been starved of pleasure and I dangerously wanted more.
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