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  He turns me so I’m facing him and his head dips so his lips are right in front of mine. He takes a moment to look me in the eyes, as though searching for something. Seeing it, he nods to himself before taking my lips with his.

  I gasp and just as I catch my breath he takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues are fighting for control and I soon realise that he’s in control of everything my body is feeling right now. The music around us has stopped, I can’t hear anything except our hearts beating, our breaths hurried and the wetness of our tongues battling each other. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

  Pulling away he rests his forehead against mine. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asks. My body is screaming at me to say yes, but my head is saying it’s wrong. For some reason I can’t remember why I shouldn’t leave with him now.

  I pull back, blinking, trying to catch my breath. Over his shoulder I spy my friends watching from our VIP area, nodding their heads trying to tell me to go with it. That for tonight, I should just go with my instincts and let my body be my guide.

  “Yes,” I manage to whisper breathlessly before he’s kissing me again. This time when he breaks away, he takes my hand and leads me back to the VIP area for me to grab my bag, and say goodbye to the girls. They’re all smiling and subtly raising their thumbs up when Paul’s not looking.

  Paul leads me behind him and flags down a cab as we get out onto the street. When one pulls up he helps me into the back and then slides in next to me. He tells the driver where to go and then turns so he’s looking at me. Gently he puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me close. “I’m addicted to your kisses, Joss. Kiss me again.”

  Smiling, I lick his bottom lip and hearing him groan, I bite down on it gently. He growls and plunges his tongue into my mouth, leaving me wondering how he’s going to feel when he plunges his cock inside me.

  The cab stops and Paul pays for our ride and climbs out, taking my hand to help me. As soon as the cab’s door is closed, he pulls me in to nuzzle on my neck. “Now is the time to change your mind and run-away, Joss.”

  “Why would I change my mind? I want this. I want you.” There is a little niggle at the back of my mind questioning will I be safe. My friends don’t know where I am. I push these thoughts away and focus on the way he is making me feel. I feel liberated and adored.

  “Good, because I want you too.” He takes my hand and guides me into his apartment block.

  His front door barely closes behind us before he pushes me against the wall. His hand grabs my chin and for a second, I’m scared. What am I doing going to a stranger’s house? How do I know I can trust him?

  “Relax, Joss, I just want to look you in the eye when I take you.” He leans in and takes my breath away with his kiss. With strong arms, he reaches down and picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, as he presses his body into mine, and pins me in place.

  With ease, Paul manages to pull my dress up, allowing him to run his hand up my thigh. He briefly touches my soaking wet lips under my panties and I whimper. I’ve never been this wet before. A low moan escapes my lips as I gyrate my hips against him to get a better traction. Paul growls at my hurried touch. “In a rush, princess?”

  “No, I’ve got all night.” My response sounds sultry to my ears, the words bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. Who is this woman?

  “Good,” his answer rumbles, “because I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be getting acquainted all night long.” Paul reaches into his back pocket and fumbles with a foil packet. His words conjure a myriad of fantasies and I gasp as his hard cock pushes against my panties. How he managed to undo his trousers to release his hardness, I don’t know and I don’t really care. All I care about is his cock, I’ve never wanted anyones as much as I want his now.

  He reaches down and rips my panties down the middle. I moan from the small sting of the cotton shredding against my skin. Still holding me against the wall, he takes the condom, rips it open and pulls it down slowly over his length. I watch and it turns me the fuck on. Not wanting to wait another minute, I reach down and try to push it inside me.

  He laughs, “Not good at waiting, are you?”

  “No, not when you are offering me something I really, really want.” I run my tongue over my lips in anticipation of what is coming next.

  “I’m glad you want it because I’m not holding back anymore,” he says teasing me as he slickens his cock by running it between my folds. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he plunges in all the way, in one thrust.

  “Oh, my fucking god!” I scream. He’s huge and fills me completely. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cock this big before.

  “No, it’s just me, princess.” He kisses me hard, bruising my lips.

  As he thrusts his tongue in my mouth, he drills my pussy, surely bruising my other sensitive lips too. I’ve never been fucked as hard as this.

  “Fuck, that feels so good. Give me everything you’ve got.” My words come out ragged, catching with each thrust. I’ve never been vocal during sex, but this man makes me want to scream.

  “I’m only just getting started, princess. I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

  “Stop talking and keep fucking.” I groan lustfully. Looking up at him I give him my best evil stare. He laughs and continues fucking me hard and fast, sweat dripping off his forehead with the effort.

  I feel my orgasm creeping up on me. It starts in my toes and runs up my legs like someone running a feather across my skin. Every one of my nerve endings are fired up and ready to explode. It reaches the top of my thighs and starts to take over my body. “I can’t stop it. I’m going to come! Oh my god, I’m going to come…”

  My eyes close and I throw my head back so hard it bangs on the wall. I don’t care. I’m so lost with the sensory overload I don’t even discern it.

  “Fuck that feels so good, squeeze my cock tight. Yeah just like that.” Paul pants as he plunges over and over again into me. I’m coming down off my orgasm as he starts to pound even harder until he suddenly stills and groans into my neck. “Fuck, princess,” he moans and leans against me, pinning me to the wall.

  We stay like that for a few moments before he reaches down and slowly moves my legs so that they don’t hurt when he puts them down.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, caressing my face gently.

  “I’m good, in fact I’ve never felt so fucking good.” I sound drunk now, but I’m not sure it’s from the alcohol or from the fierce fucking I’ve just had.

  He laughs. I expect him to pull his trousers back up, but he leans down and pulls my dress over my head before taking a step out of his trousers.

  “What? What are you doing?” I ask, meekly. I’m exposed to his view. I don’t think I’ve been naked with a guy outside of the bedroom before.

  “You don’t think I’m going to let you go yet, do you? That was the most intense fuck I think I’ve ever had, and I’m hooked. I told you I wanted to get acquainted all night and I never go back on my promises. Now get up those stairs and climb on my bed,” he says pointing to the stairs behind us. As I run up the stairs and he slaps my ass and I giggle as I do what the man says. What woman in their right mind would disobey that order from a man who’d just given a lifetime best orgasm.

  As I climb on the bed, I turn to face him, but stay on my knees. I watch as he takes the condom off, tie it up and throw it into the trash can in the corner of the room. He stalks over to me and I see that he is already semi hard again. Is this man real?

  Reaching out I take his cock and squeeze it with my hand.

  “I don’t think I’ll be hard for a few minutes. Maybe I should turn you around and lick your pussy?”

  I ignore him and pull his cock so that he’s closer to me and open my mouth. I don’t care that he isn’t fully hard, I know that once his cock is in my mouth it won’t be long before he’s as hard as a rock.

  I s
queeze the base of his cock as I move it around my mouth with my tongue. He groans. “Fuck yeah that’s good. Keep doing that and it won’t be long before I’ll be able to fuck your mouth real good.”

  I mumble which makes him that much harder. Running my free hand down over his balls, I squeeze them too. He thrusts further into my mouth and I feel he’s already hardened. I open my throat to take him all down. I haven’t done a lot of blow jobs so I’m a little rusty but by god I remember how much I liked it. He groans again and thrusts even deeper. I have to pull my mouth off his cock as I start to gag. Spit runs down my mouth and I’m sure I look a mess, but when I look up at his face all I can see is someone who loves what I am doing to him.

  When I try to take him back in my mouth, he pulls away and rolls me over until I’m laid on my back with my head hanging off the end of the bed. Leaning over me he puts his cock back into my hot mouth. God, this angle makes him go so deep. I love it. Reaching over me, he squeezes my tits together. “I really want to fuck your tits, Princess, but your mouth feels so good.”

  He pauses a moment before pulling his cock out of me. I groan at the withdrawal and immediately feel bereft at the emptiness. "I’ve changed my mind," he says gruffly, letting go of my hips to grab my ankles. "Give me your tits." He drags me up the bed before positioning himself astride my stomach. The glint in his eyes is mischievous as he sensually pumps his cock with slow firm movements. My tongue darts out to lick my lips and I bite down on them as he lowers his body. Letting go of his dick, he caresses my breasts before squeezing them together with strong, callused hands. In one motion he pumps his cock between them and the sensation has my pussy tingling. I groan and mutter something unintelligible. Fuck... this man, this man and his huge dick is going to be the end of me. I can't get enough. I poke my tongue out to see if I can taste him as he thrusts towards me. The noise Paul makes after my wet tongue makes contact has me grinning.

  “Yeah, these tits were made for me to fuck,” he says as he throws his head back and groans.

  It’s such a turn on to see him enjoying the big tits that I always think of being in the way of everything.

  “You are fucking amazing, princess,” he says, withdrawing his cock, taking it away from me.

  I moan, and he laughs. “Oh, don’t worry I’ll give it back. I just want a taste of these beautiful tits.”

  He slides back down my body as he worships every inch of it. He licks, blows and kisses his way to my tits and as he licks over my nipple I groan. I’ve never really understood why men love nipples so much. I can never really feel anything when someone touches mine. But tonight, is different. Tonight, every nerve ending is on high alert and every flick of his tongue is like electricity coursing through my body.

  Moving further down my body he kisses down to my navel and then he licks and kisses it. The scruff on his chin is rubbing against my clit and it drives me insane. Then he moves and kisses his way down until he’s between my legs. With his thick fingers, he pushes my thighs apart and looks up at me as though asking my permission. He’s just pounded my pussy hard, thrusted inside my throat and now he’s looking for permission to lick me out? He nods and smiles, but he still looks at me as he sticks out his tongue and licks between my thighs. Watching him is so erotic, I’ve never watched a man do that before. Fuck, I never want to take my eyes off him. A pulse of electricity runs through my legs as he prises me apart. Exposing me further to his probing tongue. In the quiet of his house, the only sound I can hear, apart from my heartbeat as it pounds in my chest, is a small intake of air through his nose. Is he sniffing me? I hear him groan before his tongue starts assaulting my clit.

  My body stiffens, and I arch my back, inadvertently pushing my clit closer to his face. He chuckles, and it tickles. “Oh my god, that feels so good.” I groan.

  Lifting his head, he asks, “You like that?” I nod, I don’t think I could say anything else to him if I tried.

  Suddenly he plunges a finger inside my pussy. I jump because with the expected sensation, but damn it feels good. He swiftly takes it out and pushes a second one in with it, filing me more.

  “I need to fuck you again, Joss,” he says. He kisses my clit one last time and removes his fingers. Moving away from me, he reaches into the drawer at the side of the bed and removes a condom. “Do you want me to fuck you again?” he asks, knowing the answer before I give it.

  “Yes, I fucking do. Get your big cock inside me before I explode.” I squirm, moving my body closer to his like the wanton slut he makes me feel like I am. He laughs as he takes his condom covered cock in his fist and after pumping it once or twice he pushes his way straight in, until he is fully buried inside me.

  I don’t think I’ve ever had sex twice in one night before and because it has been so long since I’ve been fucked by anything other than my trusty pink, sparkly vibrator, I’m a little sore. But the soreness quickly turns to something else when he thrusts in me.

  He flips me so that I’m on top, with my legs crouched above him, and places me in control. He’s handed the pace and intensity over to me for a short while and I want to play dirty. I slowly rise up to the very tip of his cock, watching his face as I do. He looks in pain, like he wants to grab my hips and pull me down hard. As I see his hands start to move towards me I lower myself gently and repeat the movement a few times.

  I don’t know this man, but I’ve worked out quick that he likes to be in control. Even though he’s handed that control over to me for a few minutes, he’s desperate to take it back. So, I’m not surprised when I raise up to the tip of his cock, he pushes me higher and pulls out completely. Thrown onto my front, he raises my ass into the air and pushes down on my back before he thrusts deep with one movement.

  “Fuck,” I scream. My orgasm hits me like a steam train. I’m squeezing his cock, but he keeps punishing me by pounding harder.

  “God, I love the feel of your pussy squeezing my cock. I could do this all night,” he says. I push my hands out in front of me to stop from hitting my head on the bed head as he continues to drive me further up the bed with his thrusting. “Grab that head board and hold on tight, princess because I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”

  I glance over my shoulder and see an expression on his face that takes my breath away. He’s looking at me like someone who loves me, like he really cares about me. No, this is just for tonight, focus on that, Joss.

  I grab hold of the bed head, as he grips my hips so hard I’m sure I will have his finger imprints on my body in the morning. Then he pummels me until he comes with a roar and falls on top of me, just as another orgasm screams from my lungs.

  The light shines through the window and wakes me. I have a headache and my tongue is dry. The whole of my body hurts. When I turn over to face away from the window, Paul is laid there watching me, with his head resting in one of his hands as he leans on an elbow. He smiles at me as I strain to open my eyes. “Good morning, sleepy. I thought I might have killed you there for a minute.” He is still gorgeous this morning even though I’m hungover and embarrassed.

  “Ugh morning. What time is it?” I groan, like a pre-pubescent teenager whose voice is breaking, as I cover my face.

  He rolls over in the bed to look at his clock. “It’s ten o’clock.”

  I jump from the bed. “Fuck. I have to go,” I say climbing out of the bed, taking the duvet with me. How can I be embarrassed to be naked in front of him after what we did last night? Turning to look at him I realise that he is laid in the bed naked, with no covers. I don’t know whether to look at him or not. I’m so confused, I can’t get my thoughts straight, but I know that I have to go home. “I’m sorry.” I smile at him. “Thanks for last night and everything, but I really need to leave.”

  He gets out of the bed and comes towards me, but I back away. Holding my hands up to stop him from coming any closer. I whisper, “Please don’t touch me. I’m sorry. Last night…last night shouldn’t have happened.”

  His smile drops from his face
as he stops in front of me. “Do you regret what happened between us? I had the best sex I’ve ever had,” he says stepping away from me. I watch him as he opens a drawer and pulls out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, which he hands over. “You can’t walk home in your dress, everyone will know what you’ve been up to.” He smiles slightly.

  “I don’t regret it,” I try to explain. “I just shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did.” I scramble to get into his clothes.

  “Give me your number and I’ll call you later.” He holds out his phone ready to put my number in it.

  “I think it’s probably best if we don’t see each other again.” I don’t know how those words come out of my mouth. I’d love to see this man time and time again, especially if he rocks my world like he did last night. But the reality of my situation is beginning to hammer home. I’m getting married in nine days to a man I don’t really love…

  “I…I need to go,” I mutter to myself as I grab my bag and take my phone out to ring the girls and let them know I’m still alive.

  Paul stalks over to me and pulls me to his body. “I want you. Again, and again and again.” He kisses me with each utterance of again. “Here’s my number,” he reaches out and gently pulls it from my fingers. Typing his number into my phone, he looks up at me before handing it back to me. “If you need me, for anything, I’ll be there.” He kisses me again, almost breaking my resolve and making me want to stay for round…shit I don’t even know how many times we fucked last night.

  Walking out of his house without looking back is one of the hardest things I have ever done, and now I have to do the walk of shame all the way back to my hotel.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck have I done?

  2

  Joss

  NINE DAYS LATER

  “Come on, sleepy head, it’s time to get up. You’re getting married today,” a voice interrupts the pleasant dream I was having.