"Took you long enough." A deep masculine voice rasped. I can feel his hot breath fanning my neck. His unique cologne wafts into my nostrils. His big hands goes upwards and grabs my breasts. I moan despite my confusion. I can feel him hard against my back. He sharply spuns me around to face him. I had no time to process or feel confused over what was happening. His lips deftly finds mine, claiming them in a feverish kiss. His large hand holds the back of my head in place as he devours me. I place my hands on his chest to push him away. I didn't. Fear, panic, confusion. I don't feel any of those right now. It's wierd. I kiss him back and try to match his pace. A low rough growl sounded from deep within his chest. I wrap my legs around his waist as he effortlessly lifts me off the floor like I weighed nothing. This man is so big that I can literally feel him everywhere. His skin is too warm against my palm. Almost like he has a fever. Who is this man? Is he okay? What is he doing in this room? Why are we doing this? Did Annie plan this? No she wouldn't. I should scream bloody hell and tell him to stop. I should push him off of me and smack him hard across the face but no. It's all in a small sane part in my head. And that sane part is slowly disappearing in the wake of this stranger's touch and kisses and I am reacting to it in a way I know I shouldn't. This is wrong. I am not in my complete mind right now. In this case consent rights can be argued if I take it to court. The most crazy thing is I can't even see his face in the darkness. I can only feel him. I could no longer think about how wrong and insane it all is when an exquisite feeling washed over me. He had pushed my panties to the side and slid two of his fingers into my pussy, pumping in and out of me. I can feel his warm palm against my soft, most sensitive bell too. Oh my God. I cried out, moaning in pleasure. I dig my head into the pillow from the amazing sensation. I am stretched out around his long fingers and it burns a little. But that is almost non existent compared to the insane pleasure. I had never taken two fingers in at once before. He pushes them in really deep inside of me. Reaching a place that makes my mouth fall open and my toes curl. My eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. My hips raises off the bed to get more of his electrifying touch and the feeling. I hear a clink. The sound of a belt coming undone. The next, I felt something in my hand. Something hard, warm and big. "Stroke it." He commanded. I obey. He is so large that my fingertips does not meet on the other side. Dear lord, is he planning on fucking me with this? I would surely be split in two. And I also know I wouldn't mind it. I want this large thing in me. For the first time ever I am really desperate for a dick. I want to fuck this man as well. I do not know if it is only just because of the alcohol, or the fact that I was just cheated on but I don't want this to stop. I want it to go really really far just like Neil went with Mackie. So that when I think about his cheating, I would think about this too.
He works fast and faster on his double strike of my pussy and clit. Sweeping my head clean of every sane thought as my orgasm approaches. It is building inside me like a wildfire. I did not know when I topple off the cliff. Pleasure ripping through me with a force that steals away my mind and vision. He forced his fingers to stay in me even though I was clamping down hard on him. Only when I return limp from the high did he take out his fingers, smearing the wetness over my inner thighs. "This should be enough." He murmurs. Then I feel the blunt thick head of his cock against my entrance. He paused, before he slams into me in one brutal thrust that steals the oxygen away from my lungs. Oh my God!
CALYX
My head feels paper light. So does my body. I want to get off the bed but I can't because I also want to stay in bed and sleep. Last night was so fucking amazing. I didn't know when I passed out. I can tell it's already morning because of the sunlight rays seeping in through the window and filtering into my eyes until I opened them. I didn't even draw the curtains close. What if some sneaky reporter got photos like before? I am not too worried about that. The reporter should be because his or her life and career would be as over as a pile of ashes if they fucking try to poke into my personal life. That fucking aphrodisiac. If I had known I would later end up sleeping with a woman I would not have bothered with being on those damn antidotes treatment.
After a quite a while of contemplating whether or not to get up, I was finally able to pry my still exhausted body away from the firm yet luxurious mattress. I gently push back the soft duvet before swinging my legs around so my feet could touch the cool floor. On the bed with me is the woman I had sex with. A mass of dark, rich brown, tousled hair fanned out across the white pillow. She is on her stomach, one arm raised close to her face.