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Her body tenses up and she squeezes me so hard that I nearly black out from the pleasure of it all. Her voice drifts off into a high, quivering cry as she comes undone in my hands. Gasping for breath, she collapses against my chest.
I roll her over onto her stomach and spread her legs apart before going back to work with my fingers while I pump deep inside of her. Her soft cries fill the room and send shivers through me.
"You're gonna make me come again," she whispers dreamily.
That's all I need to hear to properly finish myself off, spilling warmly inside of her and filling her perfect pussy with my cum.
"Fuck!" My muscles tense and un-tense rapidly as I come, my cock twitching madly inside of her until there's nothing left to give.
I pump into her a few more times before pulling out and leaning back to watch my seed drip out of her as she breathes heavily.
"Good girl," I pant. "Good, good, girl."
5
MIA
Waking up in silky sheets that feel far too expensive to be my own is not exactly what I expected when I chose to go out last night.
"Nngh..."
As I roll over and open my eyes, nothing around me makes any sense. Where the hell am I? Aside from being similar in size, the bedroom I'm in is nothing like my own. It's bare, plain, with little to no decoration or furniture. An armchair sits catty-corner on one side of the door, and a small dresser is positioned flat against the wall on the other side.
Other than that... There's a bed.
Yeah, definitely not my space.
I sit up, clutching the silken sheets to my bare chest and pinching my eyes shut as I force myself to remember how I ended up in some stranger's bed. It almost feels like a dream when the memories start flooding back into me like a tsunami at full force.
Creepy men chasing me, being saved by a stranger in an alley, flirting with him for the remainder of the night until we couldn't keep our hands on the dancefloor. Driving back to his place and fucking like animals... Antonio!
I sink my face back into the pillows as I smile at the memory of his touch. Flashes of our time together last night come back to me in a flood that distract me from my confusion and my surroundings for a moment. Feeling what it was like to be fucked by him makes me wonder how I lived without it for as long as I did.
Holy shit, how is he not married? Or at least with someone? If a guy like that was unattached, I wouldn't let him out of my sight.
"So much for being a good girl..." I mumble with a smirk as I twist around and set my feet on the floor.
And it takes me about half a minute to realize why when I feel my feet slip against the carpet. "No! What happened to my heels?!"
But it makes sense now as I look down and see that I'm not actually wearing them like I ridiculously thought. One is beside the bed, along with two other items of clothing that were left here last night by Antonio and myself. My shirt... My panties…
Butterflies swarm my stomach at the memory of him tugging everything off of me.
My eyes snap back up as I hear shuffling coming from the other side of the door. I can't move, rooted to my spot with fear and surprise as someone unlocks it and a wall of light casts across the room. The door suddenly bursts open and two men walk in, eliciting a scream of surprise from me.
"Where is he?" one of them growls aside from my terrorized state as his gaze narrows on mine with an intensity that doesn't feel humanly possible for another person to hold towards another living being.
"What the hell?!" I shout just before a third man walks in. "Do you people not know how to knock?!"
They all look slightly surprised to see me, but it's a moment that quickly fades--for them, not for me.
The third man, dressed in a crisp button up and slacks, apologizes. "Sorry for the intrusion, darling," he murmurs deeply with a slight accent.
I scoff and clutch the blankets tighter to my body. "Where is Antonio? What the hell are you doing here?"
The two men from before exchange looks of confusion as they realize that he must have left me alone.
The three of them look back at me, letting my words and questions hang in the air. My heart is pounding so hard that I'm convinced everyone else can hear it—not just because of their presence but also because of my confusion with why Antonio would do this. The thought only pisses me off more. Why would he just disappear without saying anything to me? And then let these... very intimidating men into his house? What are they, his bodyguards or something?
