Chapter Two

“Fuck..” 

He slammed her against the bed, his lips fusing against her. A hand on her ass, pressing his hard-on forward on her. It sent a bolt of lust burning through her earning a moan from Audrey. Her hand trailed down, curious yet excited. “Ah-ah, not yet love.” He grabbed her hand and kept her fingers in his mouth.

Audrey swallowed dry. This was an experience that she hasn't experienced before and she was living each and every bit of it. His tongue coated her fingers with his saliva, his eyes piercing through her soul. 

The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of musk and the frantic heat radiating between them. There was something primal in the way he looked at her, not just desire, but hunger. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue swirling around her fingers sent a shock shooting straight to her core, making her thighs tremble.

He finally released her hand, but the reprieve was short lived. His hand slid from her ass, traveling upward in a prudent way, tracing the curve of her waist before splaying across her stomach. The resistance of his palm against her skin was torture. He leaned down, his lips hovered just a moiety of an inch from her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"You're so responsive," he whispered, his voice—low, husky and rough. "Every little sound you make... it's driving me insane."

Without warning, he shifted his weight, pinning her more firmly into the mattress. He began to trail a path of biting kisses down her neck, finding that sensitive spot just below her jawline that he knew would make her arch her back. Audrey let out a broken whimper, her fingers tangling into his hair, pulling him close…

He detached his lips from her skin. His fingers caressed the button. With a swift move, he unbuttoned the shirt little by little till he was able to see her black bra that held her breast perfectly. “So perfect.” He reached for the hook. The bra loosened and pooled around her shoulders in an instant leaving her in nothing.

“W-why are you staring at me like that?”

“They're gorgeous. More than I imagined.”

Audrey was taken back. “You've imagined me naked?”

He chuckled. “Ever since I've laid my eyes on you in that club. I've wanted nothing more than to strip you off your clothes and explore every inch of you with my tongue and my fingers.”

Her clit throbbed.

“What else do you want to do to me?”

He leaned in, his lips hovered against her ear. “How about I show you.” He nibbled, his fingertips brushed across the swell of her breast, her nipple was in between his fingertips. Squeezing, twirling the hardened nub against his fingertips. Audrey squirmed underneath him producing soft whimpers. 

“I'm going to explore..” He kissed her cheek, down to her jawline. “...every bit of you…” Down to her neck and now on her breast. “...with my tongue.” 

“Fuck..” She moaned as his tongue teased her aching nipple, again and again, flicking, sucking, tugging and biting.

"Oh fuck…” She pleaded, arching her back against the soft material underneath her.

"Just a little more," he coaxed, sucking and playing with her breasts.

She panted but he ignored her pleasure plea and sucked her into cloud nine. She whined loudly, bucking her hip up to meet his. He finally let her breast go with a low husky chuckle.

“I want you to touch yourself.” 

Audrey’s eyes widened, her breath hitched. The request was bold. She felt timid, but the wetness pooling between her legs was far more potent than any shyness.

"Touch yourself for me love," he commanded, his gaze darkening as he braced his hands on either side of her head, pinning her with his stare. "I want to see exactly how much you need this. I want to watch your fingers. How it goes into your aching pussy and how it egress from it. Don't look away... keep your eyes on me while you do it.”

Audrey bit her lip. He was bold and she loved it but this? It was another level that she hasn't experienced before. It was trailblazing and carnal and she yearned for more.

With a deep breath, she lowered her hand. Her fingertips brushed against the hem of her skirt. She unzipped the zipper and tugged the skirt down. Her legs kicked away the piece of fabric. She adjusted herself and sat up. Her fingertips brushed against the lace of her underwear, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her that made her hips twitch involuntarily. She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting momentarily to the side before she forced herself to lock back onto his. 

Hesitant, she moved her pink lace panties to the side revealing her pink, aching pussy, dripping wet. “Wow..” He gasped. Not in shock but beguiled. He watched her lip tremble. A finger hovered over the entrance, she looked at him. "Go on," he urged, nodding his head, licking his lips as he anticipated.

The encouragement felt raw. Audrey’s breathing grew shallow and ragged, her chest heaving as she finally let go. She pressed her middle finger firmly against her throbbing hard clitoris, circling it with a rhythm. She let out a low, gruffing moan, her head tossing back against the pillow.

As the pleasure mounted, her movements became more uncontrollable. She slid a finger inside. Her hips began to buck rhythmically against her own hand, her body instinctively seeked the exact angle that she needed to push her over the edge. She was lost in the pleasure, her fingers slick with her own wetness.

He leaned a bit. “Go on,” he urged

“Don't hold back, I want to see you lose yourself. How much you'll cum for me." He reached out, not to touch her yet, but to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from her damp forehead, his knuckles grazed her temple. "Show me how much you want it, baby. Use your fingers well.”

A small moan sounded from her as a response, nodding her head sluggishly. Her fingers worked in precise control, moving with control. She added another finger when needed, went fast when needed, circled when needed. The pent up energy began to form. She could feel the wave of pleasure coming.

"Now..” he commanded. The climax hit her. Her body stiffened, her back arching so violently. A high, broken cry tore from her throat. She slumped back into the pillows, her skin glowed with a fine sheen of sweat. But he wasn't finished.

Before she could even catch her breath, he had moved. He slid down her body, his chest grazing her stomach, his lips trailed down to her abdomen. Audrey let out a soft whimper as she felt the prickle of his beard against her inner lap shoulder made her breath hitch, a pleasant friction that left her skin tingling.

He didn't hesitate. He parted her wide, his breath hot against her sensitive folds, and then he dove in. He buried his face against her, his tongue sweeping upward in a long, firm stroke that made her hips arch upward. He began to devour her with hunger, his tongue lapping at her swollen clitoris. He was taking his time devouring her, his tongue worked with a rhythmic intensity that promised to pull her right back to the edge.

Audrey’s head thrashed against the pillows, her fingers digging into the sheets as she rode the aftershocks of her first climax. It was too much. Too overstimulating and it was worth every minute. 

Driven by a sudden, desperate surge, Audrey reached down. Her hands, still trembling from the release, found his hair, her fingers tangling deep into the thick strands at the nape of his neck. She didn't just touch him—she gripped him, her nails grazing his scalp as she began to pull.

"Please..." she whimpered. "Come back to me."

She trawled him upward with the strength fueled by adrenaline. His body slid up her thighs, his eyes lifted to meet hers as he rose from her core. He was flushed, his lips glistening. 

As soon as his face was close enough, she pulled him down into a kiss. It was frantic, hungry. She tasted him, the saltiness of his skin, her tongue tangling with his in rhythm.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, his lips lingering against hers for one final, bruising press before he pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the way her hips were still subtly rolling against the sheets.

"You're so ready for me, I can feel how much you want this." He chuckled. His hands went to his shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly, their eyes locked as Audrey watched him strip. Audrey swallowed at the sight of him. He was ripped! Her eyes scanned his body. 

The sound of his belt jingling, unbuckled. His hard throbbing dick was firm against his boxer brief waiting to be released. He didn't make her wait. His fingers hooked against the elastic band, he pulled it down and for the first time that night. Audrey was scared. 

He was long. Thick. And it was leaking.

Moving with a focus, he shifted his body, positioning himself between her thighs. He reached down, his hand guiding his hard, pulsing dick to her entrance, where she was already prepped and aching for him. As he pressed against her, the first contact sent a jolt of pure electricity through Audrey, her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a shaky moan of anticipation.

He paused. He wanted her to feel every bit of the tension, the exquisite torture of the almost there.

"Look at me, Audrey," he commanded softly.

She forced her eyes open, her vision swimming, and found his gaze. She was confused about how he knew her name. With a slow thrust, he began to sink into her, stretching and filling her. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as her walls stretched.

He didn't enter fully. Instead, he moved with caution, savoring the way her body reacted to him. He pushed in just an inch, feeling the tight, heat of her walls stretch and cling on him, only to pause and let her adjust to the incredible fullness.

Audrey’s breath came in short, ragged hitches. The sensation was overwhelming. She let out a low, whimpering moan, her hips tilting upward of their own accord, trying to draw him even deeper.

"So tight..." he groaned, his voice strained. "You feel incredible. Like you were made just to hold me."

Each time he moved further, he would pause, his eyes locked onto hers, watching her lips parted in a silent plea for him to enter fully. He wanted her to feel the pure magnitude of him.

Finally, with one last, slow, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Audrey’s head fell back, a long, broken cry escaping her as she was completely, utterly filled. 

“Keep squeezing me like that, mmgh. You feel good. So good." He thrusted now, even harder then, his breath flying out of him along with it as the wet slap of skin on skin emulated throughout the room. 

“Can you see how well your pussy is taking me well?” He emphasized, thrusting with a slow, deep grind. His hips rolling against hers, another broken moan slipping out of her. 

His hands traveled to her waist, pulling her close to him. A tight grip against her, forming a dark bruise as he thrusted deeper and harder. “I–....F-f..Nngh..” She uttered words that couldn't make any sense to him. He chuckled softly. She was a mess. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from his damp forehead. 

“You can't even form a word?” He chortled. “Is it too good for you?” She couldn't respond but only a whimper broke out. 

“I thought so.” He reached down, his large hands slid beneath her thighs to lift them. Instead of holding them, he hoisted her right leg up and draped it over his broad shoulder. He repeated the motion with her other leg, pinning them high against his chest, opening her completely to his gaze that was filled with hunger. 

The new angle was different. Every thrust was deeper than the last, allowing him to hit the most sensitive spots within her. He saw the way her eyes were rolling back, the way her body was trembling.

“Look at you. Fuck.” He cursed. His fingers combed his hair to the back with a devilish smirk. Suddenly, he pulled back. He withdrew from her and that felt like it was tearing her soul out of her body.

Audrey broke into a small pathetic cry. “W-what? D-don’t stop.” She pleaded with the most pathetic cry. 

“Not yet.” He promised. “I want you to beg.”

Audrey looked confused. “U-uh.”

“Yes love. Beg for it.” He moved the strands of hair from her forehead. “You gotta beg baby.”

“P-please….” She cried. “I-i need that dick. P-please..” She pleaded. “D-don't stop.”

He didn't say anything.

“P-ple—” 

And then, Bam! One hard thrust.

Audrey broke out in one pathetic, wretched cry. He slammed back into her with a force that knocked the breath from her. She screamed in ecstasy. The intense pleasure he impacted on her was a lot. She gripped the sheets with the last strength in her. One hand flew to the headboard, trying to grip the wooden.

“So…..” Thrust. “.....Good…” Thrust. “Fucking…tight.” He drove into her again and again, his hips hitting hers. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet.

“C-close…I–”

“–Not yet.” He cut her off. His voice ragged and rough, thrusting hard into her. “Not yet baby..” He continued to pound into her relentlessly, thrusting firmly in her aching pussy.

“P-please.” Her voice croaked. His hands went down touching her throbbing clit using his finger to circle it slowly. "Cum for me, my love." He grunted, rubbing his thumb against her swollen clit. "Cream all over my cock.”

She saw sparks. She cried out, her body trembling beneath him as the hot rush of his cock moving inside of her despite her cumming. Her body stiffened, her toes curling, and she screamed.

With one final, guttural roar, he buried himself as deep as he could go

"Ah, fuck." He rasped, as he spilled his hot seed as his body shuddered with the force of his climax as he poured himself into her.

deep into her clenching pussy and emptying himself into her. 

The shrill ringing of her phone pulled Audrey from a deep, dreamless sleep. She groaned.

A dull ache throbbed behind her temples, the remnants of too many drinks making themselves known. Squinting against the sunlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she reached blindly across the mattress.

Nothing.

Her hand landed on the cool sheets.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open.

The unfamiliar ceiling greeted her first.

White.

Perfectly smooth.

A crystal chandelier hung overhead, glinting in the morning sun.

She frowned. "...Where am I?"

Her heartbeat quickened.

She pushed herself upright, the silk duvet slipping to her waist. The room was immaculate—far too luxurious to be hers. A massive television hung opposite the king-sized bed, expensive artwork decorated the walls, and beyond the glass windows.

Fragments of the previous night flickered through her mind.

He'd slammed her against the bed, driven into her so hard that her eyes rolled back from sudden pleasure. She rubbed a hand over her face with a loud frustrating groan before noticing something resting neatly on the bedside table.

A matte black box sat neatly beside the lamp. "...What?"

She reached for it, lifting the lid with hesitant fingers.

A gasp escaped from her mouth.

It was cold cash.

Fifty thousand dollars sitting in the box.

She stared at it for several long seconds. Her expression slowly twisted from confusion......to disbelief.

"...The fuck…"

She looked back at the money.

Then around the empty suite.

A humorless laugh escaped her lips. "So that's what I am?"

Her jaw tightened. She closed the case. "Asshole." 

The room remained silent, the only sound the distant hum of traffic below. “I'll take it, I guess. I mean?” She exhaled.

She stepped into her apartment, kicked the door shut behind her, tossed her bag onto the couch, and pulled out her phone.

Nori.

The line rang before it connected.

"Get your fucking ass over here right now," Audrey snapped, her voice trembled with frustration. 

“What?” Nori yawned from the other line, trying to process who the voice was.

“Get here before I kill you. Now.”