One Night Stand with a K-pop Idol

Chapter one - Midnight Seoul.

Olivia.

"Kiss me." I whispered.

He didn’t question the sudden shift in my tone. Instead, he curled

his hand around the back of my neck

and crushed his lips to mine. Deep,

hard, and possessive, like he owned every single part of me.

Our lips moving against each other in rhythms and our tongues dancing in each other's mouth without control. I drank up every drop of him, his taste, his touch, his scent…my hands curled up at the back of his hair pulling him more closer to me.

Without wasting more time, he picked me up and carried me to the bed where he slowly pulled off my gown. A part of me wanted to stop him but another part wanted more than just his touch, I wanted to know what it feels like to have him in between my thighs and have his sexy tongue play with my clits. He palmed my breast and swiped

his thumb over my n****e, playing with

the sensitized nub until a fresh wave of

heat crested in my stomach. I lost total control when his warm lips brushed againt my n****e as he opened his mouth to suck on each one.

God it felt good...I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped my mouth. He seemed to enjoy the expression on my face cause he didn't stop there, his hand slowly moving down as he pulled my panties off and his fingers rubbing against my wet p***y. Few seconds later, he

thrust a finger into my tight, wet

heat, and smiled when he heard my gasp.

"You are so wet and tight."

He said as he captured my lips against his again and his finger went in and out of my p***y.

My hips bucked up when he pushed

another finger inside of me and worked

them in and out, slowly at first, then

speeding up until he was knuckles

deep inside of me and the filthy sounds

of his fingers f*****g in and out mingled with my moans. He lowered his head and replaced

his hand with his mouth, swirling and

licking while picking up the pace.

My nails dug into his hair, and just as

I teetered over the precipice, he slowed down and

I nearly screamed with frustration.

“Please.”

I clutched his arms not caring how my nails dug tiny crescents into his perfect smooth

skin.

“Please what?”

He asked, still thrusting his fingers

into my p***y again, hard, until my body

bowed and I let out a tiny yelp.

“Please what?”

He repeated

as sweat beaded from his skin, and I could clearly see his

cock strained from pants, so hard it

could pound nails.

It looked like he was also fucking

dying and desperate to get inside of me but at the same time he also enjoyed watching me beg for him to be inside of me.

"f**k me." I gasped. "Please f**k me".

"You sure you won't regret this african queen?". He asked.

There was nothing more to regret cause the moment I told him to kiss me, I completely let go of every single dignity I still had left and now there was no going back. He pulled away from me, taking off his shirt and trouser while still maintaining eye contacts with me.

'God, he is so handsome'

I thought as I watched him pull off his black undies and worked his hard c**k out to slid on a condom before coming back and lifted me up, then hooked my legs

around his waist.

“You can never tell anyone about this." He whispered.

"There's nothing to tell" I responded.

He positioned the tip of his cock

at my entrance and waited for a heartbeat before he slammed into me with

one forceful thrust. I was so

wet he slid in almost frictionlessly but that didn't mean it was easy, I still struggled a bit to accommodate his size.

'Curse rumors, I honestly believed asian men had small d***s'

I thought as I cried out.

My walls clamping around him like a vise, and he let

out a string of curses.

Hot. Wet. Tight. So tight.

“You’re killing me baby"

He groaned, dropped his forehead to mine and closed his eyes.

Few seconds later, he slid his c**k out until just the

tip remained, then slammed forward

again. And again. And again. And again. He set up a fast, deep, brutal rhythm, making me take every inch of him

until his balls slapped against my skin

and my moans became screams.

“Shhhh...You’ll wake people up damsel."

My breasts bounced with

each thrust, my n*****s pebbled with

arousal, and the sight almost of him f*****g me almost set me

off.

I gritted my teeth. Not yet, I tried holding in but failed when he lowered his head, licked and

sucked on her n*****s while still savagely

fucking in and out of my tight, clenching p***y.

By now my hair a

mess, my face streaked with tears, even my skin slick with sweat and hot with

arousal. I was about to come and I'm certain he knew that too cause he lifted his head and dragged his mouth up to my ear, where he whispered.

“c*m for me,

sweetheart.”

He said as he pinched my n****e and fucked

into me with the hardest thrust yet,

and I exploded, my mouth falling

open in a soundless scream while my

cunt still strangled around his c**k.

'Damn he was on another level of being nasty even though he looked nothing like it in person. This man was a s*x maniac.'

I moaned so loud as he went wild behind me, my ass bouncing uncontrollably on his d**k. The whole room smelled of sweat and s*x, it's been so long anyone has ever made me feel this much alive.

He was rough and demanding but for some unknown reason, I loved every bit of it. Starting from the way he grabbed me, like every part of me belong to him even though I know perfectly well, that wasn't true.

I am not ready for this night to end.