MIDNIGHT POSSESSION

Chapter 2: one reckless night 2

He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up my soaked p***y . I gasped, gripping his hair . He licked me like a man starved - broad , filthy , strokes all over my c**t then pushing his tongue inside me, tasting every inch . He groaned against my flesh .

“ f**k , i didn't know bar attendants taste good like this . “ he growled sucking my clits while sliding two thick fingers inside me .

“ Oh God” I whimpered , hips rocking his face . He f****d me with his fingers and tongue relentlessly , curling them against that perfect spot until my thighs were shaking . The wet , obscene sound filled the room but I didn't keep my mouth shut because the heavy rain was still splattering outside.

I

came hard again, crying out as pleasure crashed through me, but he didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me through the aftershocks until I was whimpering, oversensitive and desperate for more.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with raw hunger. “

He didn’t wait. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me and tossing me on the massive king size bed.I expected that because he had the body of an ancient Greek god.

“ . His c**k was thick and heavy, already leaking with precum .” Oh f**k this is gonna be good” .He stroked himself once while still watching me like I was prey .

He crawled over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one large hand while the other explored my body. He sucked my n*****s with full rage and anger like a wild animal before biting it so hard . Mixed with pain and pleasure I let out a loud moan.“Tell me you want this,” he rasped, voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider for him. “I want you. Please. Fill me . I need you “ moaned with shame and lust .

He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust in deep with one powerful stroke, stretching me so full I cried out. “f**k, so tight,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck as he started moving — hard, deep, relentless.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and his filthy praises. “That’s it, baby. Take every inch. This p***y was made for me.”

He f****d me like a man possessed .he f****d with raw animalistic power - long punishing strokes that made me entire body jolt.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up high, and took me from my back while his hand wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make everything sharper, more intense. More glorious.

His other hand was on my ass. He spanked me so hard to the extent that the stinging slaps only pushed me closer to the edge. I came again, clenching around him so hard my vision blurred. I could literally see stars .

He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper. The new angle hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

Sweat glittered on his tattooed chest as he pounded into me, his silver-streaked hair falling messily over his forehead. “Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

I looked at him in lust .

I came a third time, screaming, my nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure mixed with pain passed through me. Only then did he let himself go, thrusting deep and spilling inside me with a guttural groan that vibrated through his chest.

We weren’t done. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, he pulled me on top of him.

“Ride me,” he ordered, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I straddled on his lap guiding his thick c**k into my entrance. Slowly I sank down into him .

The stretch was intense. Painful but filled with pleasure. He was much bigger than I could imagine. I moaned loudly as he filled me completely. We started moving together . I rode him slowly and steady at first, savoring every inch while he kissed my breasts and neck . He sucked my n*****s like they way a day year old child will do.

“ Ohh I am gonna “

“ Come again” he completed . The moment the command tore through me , my orgasm ripped me apart, violent and wet . I screamed so loud as my p***y milked his c**k while still positioned tightly in it .

He sat up, wrapping his arms around me, sucking marks into my neck and breasts as I rode him harder while I was still cumming .

By the time we finally collapsed in a sweaty, tangled mess, I had lost count of how many times he’d made me come.

My body was sore in the most delicious way, covered in his marks and his scent. I have just been used by somebody I just met for the very first time.

He pulled me against his broad chest, one tattooed arm wrapped possessively around my waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin as our breathing slowed.

For the first time in years, I felt strangely… safe. Wanted. Alive.

I had no idea how much this would cost me.