CHAPTER 6

With one quick motion, Devon reversed their position, caging Vanessa's body beneath his burly frame. He attacked Vanessa's lips and neck with brutal kisses, leaving deep reddish marks there. His hand moved roughly down Vanessa's pants, squeezing Vanessa's two bouncy mounds behind her clothes until the woman moaned loudly.

Vanessa did not offer the slightest resistance. She moaned in submission as Devon took off their clothes one by one until both were stark naked on the bed. After exploring Vanessa's sensitive area with his fingers until the woman was abundantly wet, Devon, who was already enveloped in a dense alcoholic passion, immediately aimed his large, hard-erect manhood at Vanessa's intimate opening.

With one very rough, deep thrust, Devon's manhood slid into Vanessa's hole of pleasure. Vanessa shrieked in delight, arching her body and moaning loudly as Devon's manhood began to move in and out, pumping her body brutally without pause. Erotic screams of pleasure echoed throughout the silent apartment room.

For almost an hour, Devon pumped Vanessa's body in various extreme positions. Even though Vanessa was accustomed to having casual sex with many men in New York, Devon's performance tonight, spurred by a strange wild passion, truly made her overwhelmed as well as madly addicted. The brutality of the usually gentle Devon instead made Vanessa even more determined to possess this man entirely.

After reaching her umpteenth peak of release simultaneously with Devon's heavy groan as he spilled all of his warm fluid inside Vanessa's womb, Devon collapsed beside her. The man instantly fell asleep with his arm still embracing Vanessa's bare body.

Vanessa smiled in satisfaction, stroking Devon's sweat-drenched chest.

"This is amazing, Honey... I didn't know you could be this amazing in bed. But I am not satisfied yet, I want more," Vanessa whispered in the ear of the softly snoring Devon.

Seeing Devon's manhood beginning to soften between his thighs, Vanessa changed her position to sit on top of Devon's stomach. With her slender fingers, she played with the tip of Devon's manhood, which was still wet with their remaining fluids, then bent down and inserted the thick object entirely into her mouth. She sucked and toyed with it using her tongue, provoking Devon's passion to return for a second round.

Sure enough, the stimulation from Vanessa's expert mouth suction made Devon's manhood harden and throb once again. Devon woke up with a heavy groan, feeling the hot sensation spreading extremely through the lower part of his body again.

"Flo... Ahh... shit... What are you... ah... doing... Flo...?" Devon ranted. His moans were caught as Vanessa continued to pamper his manhood with deep, demanding sucks.

Unable to hold it in anymore, Devon pulled Vanessa's body up. However, Vanessa refused him. She pressed Devon's shoulders to the mattress and directed Devon's head below her navel, demanding the same in return. Devon, who had lost his sane consciousness due to the influence of alcohol, immediately obeyed the woman's wishes. He used his tongue to lick, tease, and suck Vanessa's clitoris and hole of pleasure ravenously and hungrily.

Vanessa screamed hysterically, whimpering and gripping Devon's hair as the man's tongue churned her sensitive area until she trembled violently and flooded for the second time. Without waiting long, the union of the second round happened again with Vanessa in the top position (woman on top). Vanessa's body moved up and down aggressively, receiving hard, brutal slams from Devon's large manhood inside her passage.

After an hour had passed spewing sweat and burning passion, Devon again reached his second release. With bodies bathed in sweat and extreme exhaustion, the two of them finally fell asleep.

The morning New York sunlight pierced through the gaps in the apartment curtains, striking Devon's face as he woke up with an incredibly dizzy head. The effects of last night's alcohol left a feeling of nausea and pain pounding at his temples.

However, that physical pain suddenly vanished; Devon jolted, immediately standing up with racing breath. Beneath the messy blanket, Vanessa was sleeping soundly without any clothes beside him. The dense scent of lovemaking filled the room.

He stared at his own naked body, then stared at the wrinkled bedsheets. Flashes of last night's memory vaguely returned to his brain—the kisses, moans, and intimate touches he thought were done with Flora.

No. Last night was Vanessa. Not Flora.

"Damn it! What have I done?!" Devon gripped his own hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the room with his heart beating crazily. An immense sense of guilt tore his chest apart until it felt suffocating. Today was his wedding day with Flora, the woman he loved so much and who had just experienced a massive trauma. But last night, he had actually slept with his fiancée's own best friend.

Devon felt he was the most disgusting bastard in the world.

Hearing the commotion, Vanessa slowly opened her eyes, pretending to be shocked, then pulled the blanket to cover her chest. "Devon... last night we... you thought I was Flora... you... you forced me.... I..." Vanessa could not continue her stuttering words. Her eyes welled up with tears, a highly convincing act.

Devon couldn't bear to look at Vanessa's face. He quickly picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on with trembling hands. Amidst his inner devastation, Devon tried to gather the remnants of his sanity. He made a unilateral decision in his heart. Last night's incident was a fatal mistake caused by alcohol. I have to forget it. I have to stay focused on Flora.

Devon turned around, looking at Vanessa with a gaze full of regret. "Vanessa, forget what happened last night. I was heavily drunk. Today, I will still stand at the altar to marry Flora. I must take responsibility for my promise to her. Please, don't say anything to Flora."

Without waiting for Vanessa's answer, Devon grabbed his car keys and left the apartment with hurried steps, preparing to face his wedding altar with Flora.

On the bed, Vanessa, who was left alone, slowly straightened her body. Her sad facial expression vanished instantly, replaced by a highly satisfied, demonic smirk. "Go to your altar, Devon. That party will never go according to your plan," she muttered cynically.