Olivia POV

"I see you are dripping Wet down there."

The man’s voice Was low, unhurried, and he wasn’t lying. How Could I not be?

His hard rod Pressed against me from Behind, unyielding, and for a Split Second I Wondered if I Could even take it. It Felt so Big, so heavy, like it was actually meant to Slit me open.

A thought Slipped in my Mind..Should I Walk away? But I was Far Gone.

I was horny, and Craving. It had been so long since I’d been touched, so long since I’d been laid by any man. I had always been busy with Work, and it had almost Swallowed me Whole. I had no time for Myself anymore, no time for release.

But here I Was now, in a stranger’s bed. A Man I knew absolutely nothing about, except for the Fact that He was really Handsome.

I had Walked into the bar earlier, hoping to Shed off some Stress, and Drown it up in liquor, and Perhaps maybe let the noise Blur out the rest, but that Was When I saw him.

He walked into the Bar like the air around Belonged to him, with Black Pants hugging him Perfectly, and a red shirt that dragged across his Chest, with Glasses that was too Dark and Sharp. Such a Sight made my Breath Stumble, and just like that, I Pictured myself in his arms, under him arms, and his Weight Pressing me Down into the Sheets.

"Available for one night?" He had Stopped in front of me. I hadn’t even noticed him until he Spoke.

"I am not a Slut."

I had to Say it, I Just had to Say it.

I didn’t Want to look Cheap, even if my Body Wanted him.

"The Pay Will be Worth your While. I Promise."

His eyes rolled over me, Unashamed, Stopping on my Breasts like he already owned them.

I get that a lot.. Men Staring at My round, Perky Boobs. It was always the First Invitation, the one thing they Never looked Past.

"That’s not necessary. It’s just fun. I’m down for it."

He Smirked, the kind of Smirk that told me that he always Got What he Wanted. And just like that, we left together, Moving toward a hotel Close to the bar, like it was inevitable. Like it was meant to eventually happen.

Now here We Were.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His hand rested against me, his eyes locked on my face as if he’d been waiting for me to Come back to him.

How Could I tell him I was lost in how hot he looked?

It felt Perverted, Maybe even Obsessive.

"Nothing," I said with a smile.

"You look so beautiful."

His voice was Hot and Dangerous, Deep enough to Crawl under my skin, Moving something inside me I could not find myself control.

"You don’t look bad yourself."

His hands were already roaming, across my body like they knew me already.

I lay back, Surrendering, as his tongue found my Belly Button.

"Mmm," I moaned. That was sensitive, felt electric .

"Oh? Your Sensitive Spot?"

His tongue Moved Upward, Slow and deliberate, until it Circled one breast, then the other, kissing and Claiming. My nipples were already hard, and nailed against his mouth.

Then he stopped again. His gaze was heavy, and fixed, almost too serious. Not the Wild Lust I was expecting.

"Is something—"

I never finished, because his Mouth Captured mine. At first, it was just a Soft Peck, but then it went deeper, urgent. His lips sealed over mine, with his teeth tugging at my bottom lip until I gasped.

And then he took me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting, and pulling me under. It Wasn’t just a kiss—it was almost like devouring. I’d never kissed like this before, never felt my mouth Worshipped like a Candy he couldn’t stop Sucking.

He Pulled back with a Smile.

"Would you believe me if I told you your lips tastes delicious?"

"I—" The Word died. His tongue was already back, Owning me again.

"Mm," I moaned against him as his hand slid lower, one thick finger slipping inside me. He moved Slow, unbearably Slow, before building—one tempo, two, faster, deeper—until I was shaking, until my body betrayed me, Cumming hard on his hand.

I was still trembling when I felt the Wet Warmth of his tongue at my entrance. I looked down, my breath breaking, and saw him between my thighs, devouring. His tongue lapped, teased, Pushed in, tasting everything. His teeth grazed my Clit, Making me Cry out, Soft and Needy.

"Mmm," another moan slipped from me helplessly.

"You taste delicious." His eyes, now Wild with Lust, never left mine.

He Went deeper, tongue twisting inside me, greedy, relentless. My body arched off the bed.

Then his belt fell away, his Pants sliding down, and I saw him—thick, long, erect in full glory. My lips Parted, Stunned at the sight.

Would it fit? Could it fit?

"It will fit."

His laugh Was dark, and knowing. It Was as if he had read my thoughts.

He Pressed his Cock to my entrance, rubbing, teasing, feeling the heat.

"You’re Wet and ready."

"Uhh—!" The thrust came Without Warning, Driving Deep, filling me in one hard Push.

He Stilled, Buried inside, Staring at me. "You’re tight."

I shifted unComfortably, stretching around him.

"Uhnn—" His groan was guttural, deep, vibrating inside me. I felt him groW even bigger, swelling until I thought I would be split.

"Stay still." His head dropped against my stomach, his breath hot and burning against my skin. "You’re killing me."

But I Couldn’t stay still. He Filled Me too much, stretching me in ways no man had. My body moved on its own.

Finally, he began thrusting. Slow, Controlled, like he was holding back a storm. It made me restless, impatient.

I spread Wider, Wrapped my legs around him, pulled him in deeper. God—it went deeper, and I gasped.

"You…" he Chuckled. "Impatient now, aren’t you?"

Still, he dragged it out, teasing me with restraint.

I tried Pushing him, Pulling him faster, but he Pinned my wrists to the bed, forcing me open, laughing at my frustration.

"You are beautiful," he murmured, kissing my eyes, beautiful worship in the middle of madness.

Then his thrusts snapped sharp, fast, hitting my G-spot again and again.

"Uhhh—!" My breath shattered, My body unraveled.

He hooked one of my legs up, folding me open, and Pushed deeper, faster, merciless now. There was no Pause, no Chance to breathe, just his relentless Pounding.

"I’m Cumming—" The Words tore out of me.

He groaned, spilling hot across my stomach. The scent and the heat, it should have turned me off, but it didn’t. He Was different. I wanted more.

He rolled me over, with Wet kisses trailing down my Spine. It was hot, and Claiming.

"Olivia."

He Called my name. His voice low, intoxicated. I froze.

"How do you know my name? I didn’t tell you."

He stiffened, his hold tightened against me from behind.

"I heard someone Call you when you were on the Phone earlier."

It sounded like a lie, but someone had truly Called my name earlier.

"Olivia," he Whispered again, his hand Cupping my breast, fingers teasing my nipple until my thoughts left me Completely.

"You smell so nice." His lips already at my neck, sucking, biting, leaving his mark.

And then, without warning, he entered into me from behind. Hard and deep. No teasing this time.

I shattered all over again, moaning helplessly. His Pace rough, relentless, my body nothing but fire. His words faded into my ear, but my brain Couldn’t Catch them.

"I’m Cumming," he groaned, driving faster, and deeper, until We both screamed out together.

"Uhhh—!" His release dropped inside me, hot, burning, his lips still on my neck. And I didn’t hate it. I wanted him to stay there, buried, marking me.

We Collapsed into the Sheets, Sticky and Breathless, his arm tight around my waist.

But his hand never Stopped touching my Belly button, With his lips trailing my Back, and his teeth Marking me again.

And I knew that this Night wasn’t over. It Was only just beginning.