DADDY'S DIRTY LITTLE DESIRES 18+

The One Night Stand

"Please take...take me...to my best friend Reya." She burped loudly and laughed to herself at how silly she sounded. "She's prooooobably with her boyfriend whom I l-liked first but shhh." She placed her hands on his lips. "Don't tell her that otherwise she'd stopped being friends with me and I don't want that."

He rolled his eyes tiredly through the mask. "And where is your best friend?" His voice came again. More steady and a lot calmer than the first words he uttered. She forced herself to look around and pointed towards the elevator. They got in and after muttering strange numbers to him, she pressed herself to his huge body that completely framed her small statue.

"You are one...one heck.." she hiccuped, almost perceiving the alcohol in her breath. "You are one heck of a huge guy. Look at all these muscles." She touched them in fascination. She exclaimed in shock and laughed to herself at her reaction. "I bet you hit the gym all the time, am I right?" She slurred helplessly. s**t, she's a total mess.

"And you are one heck of a tiny woman." His hot breath fanned her neck and sent millions of shivers down her spine. Why does he sound so good? The elevator stopped and they both stepped out with her glued to his chest.

"Now, where is your friend?" He asked impatiently. Sierra poked her head from his chest and looked around but she didn't see anyone except his men who were dressed up in suits and lined up sideways in a single file.

Scared out of her wits, she broke down in tears. "Did something happen to Reya? Y-You said that you'd bring me to her. You promised." She hit him on his chest. His men rushed up to them but he signalled them not to.

"Boss, I think she's drunk out of her mind." Luca spoke up from behind him. "I'll arrange a room for her to stay the night so that we can leave, if that's okay."

"Sì e sbrigati." Diavolo asked him to hurry and he did so almost immediately. Minutes later, he arrived with a key card and swiped one of the doors to the suites open. Diavolo gestured his men to wait outside room and they nodded in affirmation.

Once Inside, Sierra lets go of him and pulled off her shoes. She reached out for the zipper of her dress and slowly pulled it down her legs. She was too drunk to feel self conscious about what she just did and she didn't care less about it.

Suddenly, she felt the increasingly urge to throw up and quickly located the bathroom. Inside, she puked away all the residual contents of the alcohol out of her stomach. Just then, she felt someone rubbing her back slowly in a circular motion. When she was done, he picked her up from the ground like she weighed nothing and carried her to the bedroom before placing her to lie down on the huge masters bed. He was about to leave when she held him by his tie and pulled him closer so that their faces were only inches apart.

"Stay with me, please." She whined, sounding childlike. There was something effing dangerous about this masked man but she found his presence very much comfortable than being alone.

"You're drunk Piccola." He replied in an Italian endearment, his eyes raking her almost naked body that he was in contact with. "And besides, you don't expect me to be this close to you when you're in nothing but a lacy bra and panties are you? I am not that nice and if I stay here tonight, I won't assure your safety." He said with a grunt. His expression as stoic as stone. Why does every word he utters has her in knots?

"For tonight?" She pleaded, her other hand tracing the seam of his jaw while he sucked in a huge breath. "I don't want to be left alone, please." Diavolo didn't know why he couldn't leave. Was it because of what she said or how she said it? He had tried to avoid her ever since she walked into that bar so why was she making things difficult for him? Not that he didn't like it though. He just doesn't take women who hasn't agreed to have s*x with him. He might be a monster but he was chivalrous enough to ask for their consent.

Pulling him closer to herself, she joined their lips together in a kiss, causing him to flinch but he didn't show it visibly. He was taken aback by her sudden unexpected move. He had seen a lot of surprises but this one baffled him. What shocked him was the fact that he didn't pull away and kissed her back. What started simple, quickly escalated into something wild and feverent.

He snatched his lips away from hers and she suddenly felt cold "This isn't right. You might not remember any of this by tomorrow. I don't want to take advantage of you Piccola. I sleep with my women when they are fully conscious to remember everything happening to them, everything I do to them."

Advantage? She'd be stupid if she didn't admit that she wanted this too. Her whole body was practically on fire and he hasn't even touched her yet.

"I want this too." Her voice came out thready and in need "Please. I want to forget, even if it's for tonight."

Without hesitation, he reached for her bra and unclasped them. "Request granted!" He breathed in her ears before raising his hands to encircle the swollen bud of her firm breasts. He kneaded her soft mould and massaged them. Shifting from left to right simultaneously.

She trembled under his touch. A tiny gasp escaped her lips at the invasion. She has been touched by guys while growing up but nothing felt electrifying like this. It never felt this intense.

"Are you okay?" He drawled amusingly, then traced his fingers down to her already wet dripping cunt. He brought his fingers up to his nose and sniffed "Damn it! you're wet and I haven't even touched you yet."

She grabbed his hands and placed it at the entrance of her warm sultry flesh. All her insecurities flew out the window when his hands came in contact with her womanhood.

"What exactly do you want Piccola?" He urged, inserting a finger inside her tight sheath. It felt like a dream. One that she didn't want to wake up from anytime soon.

"f**k!" She breathed out, throwing her head back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head snapping shut. He's torturing her and it's messing up her senses in a million ways than one. She couldn't even think properly at the moment.

"You want, f**k?" He imitated her silent pleas with a half baked smile and added another finger inside her. An enticement. If felt like a drug that she could get addicted to.

"Oh my goodness!" She shrieked and jerked as she tried to pelt away from his seeking fingers but he held her in place, strapping her with his hands so that she doesn't run away.

Sierra wanted out. This is too much for her to handle on her own. No one told her that he'd be this good. She wasn't prepared for this.

"Just tell me what I want to hear Piccola" He pressed on, urging her to speak up, to give into his demands, to give up her control. She couldn't stop the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She wanted this. She wanted him.

He suckled on her breasts in hard tugs, drawing the soft flesh into his hard mouth. Fingers never leaving her c**t as he flickered on the tiny bud that causes multiple sensations to riple through through her bloodstream all at once.

She cried out In pleasure. Her body coming in spasms one after the other. Before she could process what was going on, he tore off her panties, ripping it off to be precise and his fingers were immediately replaced by his d**k and in one swift move, he thrusted deeply into her.

"It's soo good!" She moaned. "f**k!" She wailed loudly. Her voice echoing through the room like a siren in distress. A broken alarm.

A low erupted growl came from the back of his throat as he rammed deeper inside her. She took in all of him. She hasn't passed out yet, neither has she shed any tears. She can handle him. She can withstand his demons. Those were the only words that danced through his mind over and over again In repeat like a broken record. A sense of possessiveness rushed through his veins. This right here, was what he had been looking for all his life.

Her boobs bounced to the rhythm of his thrusting movement. Before she could protest, he bent down and lifted up her legs. Placing it on his shoulders, his head delved between them and his tongue took the place of his d**k. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, blinding his thoughts. Intoxicating!

Sierra thrashed back and arched forward towards him, giving him more access to vandalize her more than he already has.

"Oh my God" She gasped. Her voice thready with need and pure arousal. She held onto his head to keep him as she couldn't decide if she should push him away or pull him closer.

He picked her up like she weighed nothing and replaced his tongue with his d**k, making sure to hit every corner of her pulsating walls till she begged, screamed and pleaded for more. The night was far from over and all she wished for was never to wake up from this breathtaking dream that felt so real with every thrust that he took.