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I was angry with him. Angry with the world for the injustice. I had to get away. I had to get out of there.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, catching me by my hand.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
He pulled me up against him.
Suddenly, all the fight was gone from me. He was hard. It was the first thing I noticed. It was difficult not to. I could tell right then that the evening had taken a turn.
Whoever this man was, tonight, I was his. His hands were already at the top of my dress, pushing the straps down. I was wearing a strapless, plunging bra that he quickly got rid of like an expert.
Then he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the balcony. His hands were all over my breasts. He took one nipple, and then the other into his mouth. He sucked my nipples until they were hard, making me groan.
I threw my head back. The pleasure was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I didn’t know why. Maybe because I was an emotional mess. But whatever it was, this man’s touch lit me on fire.
Then his hands were between my legs. He was pushing my panties to the side and then bending down. His hair tickled against the sensitive skin of my thighs.
I gripped the edge of the balcony, suddenly not caring that one wrong move would send me over. I trusted this man completely and I had no idea why.
His tongue parted my already wet pussy. I screamed as I wrapped my ankles around his back, never wanting him to stop. I closed my eyes and spread my legs even more, grinding my core against his mouth, gasping as he traced my clit with his tongue.
He took his time, tasting me, exploring my wetness as if I were the finest wine and he was a connoisseur.
And when I started to come, he abruptly pulled away and lowered my legs to the ground. He roughly turned me over.
“Keep your hands on the railing,” he ordered.
I complied.
I heard him unzipping his pants and gasped as he rubbed his dick up against me before pushing into me in one strong stroke. He pushed my dress far up on my back.
The cool air caressed my legs and my backside but nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but the feel of him buried deep inside me.
“Dario,” I gasped.
He covered my mouth with his hand.
“Shh.”
I bit his hand as he pushed deeper into me to the point of pain, and then he pulled out, teasing me, making me cry out because I needed him inside of me.
He muffled my screams with his hand over my mouth as he roughly took me from behind, gliding in and out of my pussy, as wetness pooled at the tops of my thighs.
I don’t know who came first. I just felt him tense up inside me and my pussy clenched around his dick, hard and fast.
I was screaming by then, his hand barely muffling my cries of pleasure.
He surprised me by slapping my ass hard and harshly whispering into my ear, “Quiet down or I’ll stop.”
I couldn’t have that. I didn’t want him to stop. I hadn’t been fucked so good in so long. The last thing I wanted him to do was stop.
I obeyed, knowing that I would be rewarded. And I was. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back toward him, spreading mycheeks further as he fucked me harder, deeper. I swallowed back my screams, but I couldn’t help but moan.
And when I came again, my entire body tensed. I felt a rush of hot liquid between my legs, his cum or mine? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. And my head seemed to explode into a hundred thousand stars.
My legs felt wobbly and I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. It was then that I felt his hands on my breasts. My nipples were still hard. When had his hands gotten there?