Chapter 5 One Night Stand

• Chapter Five
• I sat on the very bed I was screwed on a few days ago as I waited for him to finish having his bath.
• My legs were tightly clenched to suppress my burning need.
• According to him, he wanted to fûck me again with my permission and this could be for the last time. He said we could restart our relationship tomorrow like nothing ever happened.
• Well, I was the one who suggested acting like nothing happened afterward and he agreed to it.
• I easily agreed to his suggestion because I fûcking wanted his big dick buried deep inside me. I kept recalling my night with him a few days ago and my need for him only kept growing.
• My nipples got unbelievably hard at the thought of him; at the thought of fûcking him again. I was sure that we might go more than two rounds before morning came with how things were.
• One thing I loved was the fact that he craved me as I craved him, maybe even more than I craved him. It was crazy how my body was misbehaving.
• I could even feel the wetness dripping out of my pussy in anticipation of his big dick. Oh god!
• The bathroom door started creaking open and I unfolded my legs, loosening up like I wasn't just clenching my legs hard to suppress my burning need a few seconds ago.
• He came out of the bathroom with a towel that hung loosely around his waist. Fûck! I was damn sure that the towel must be thanking its creator for letting it experience such pleasure; the pleasure of covering this man's hot body and also feeling his round thick butt and hard cock.
• "You are staring too much," Bruce said, bringing me out of my imagination.
• Wait, I have been staring all this while? Shit! I didn't want him to know how desperate I wanted him.
• I peeled my eyes away, dragging them to my feet.
• "Do you also want to have your bath?" He asked as he came closer.
• "N... No," I didn't know why I stuttered. He was standing so close to me that I couldn't feel my brain anymore.
• "Or have you changed your mind?" He asked in a softer tone.
• "No, I haven't." I sharply said, glaring up at him.
• I didn't know why I was getting angry but this man shouldn't test my patience. It was hard for me to hold in my desire. He shouldn't make it harder by asking me those questions.
• What? Changed my mind?
• "I just wanted to make sure." He groaned as he picked up his phone and turned it off. "Stand up," he said, more like demanded. And I did as ordered. "How do you want it? Do you want to be in charge or do you want me to be in charge?" He asked, moving closer to me.
• I stood, legs quivering as I stared up at him and for a minute I felt really shy but that feeling flew out of the window when his big rough hand landed on my cheekbone.
• He raised my chin, lowering his head so our faces were close.
• "Or do you want us to take turns?"
• "I want us to take turns," I said, finally answering his question. As much as I wanted to be ruined by this man, I also wanted him to feel my fury.
• His lips curved up in a devilish smile as his hand went down to my neck and he gripped me like he wanted to choke me.
• "Well, then darling... Let's get down to business," he murmured as his lips came down and covered mine.
• I let out a muffled gasp at how he kissed me. Rough and fast, like he had been waiting to do it.
• I didn't hesitate to respond as my hands found their way to his perfectly built chest. I ran my hands up and down his upper body as I also pulled him closer, matching his speed.
• I jerked a little as I felt his hand on my pussy. He gently tapped my pussy as we kissed and I jerked again. What is this man doing to me?
• I moaned into his mouth as he continued doing that.
• He suddenly pulled out of the kiss and looked me straight in the eyes like he found something he was looking for.
• He didn't say anything and continued looking at me and that got me tense.
• "What?" I asked gulping down my saliva which had obviously mixed with his.
• "I like the way you are so wet for me. I want to watch you cum." He said and I lowered my head, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Take off your clothes." He ordered and my hands went to my zipper and I zipped it down at once.
• I took off my gown and stood in my panties and bra. A growl from him made me take off my bra.
• As I tried to take off my panties, he suddenly stopped me.
• "Let me do it." He said and slowly got down on his knees.
• What the fûck was he doing?
• I gulped down again as I lowered my gaze to watch as he took off my pants.
• Fûck it! I was so fûcking wet that I was sure my juices must be dripping down through my pants.
• I watched as he took his hand to the rim of my panties and that fûcking act had me throwing my head backward. His other hand went to the other end of my pants and he started sliding it off my waist slowly; very slowly.
• A moan escaped my lips when I felt a cold breeze hit my most sensitive spot. Did he just do that?
• I opened my eyes and lowered my head to find him shamelessly staring at my pussy like it was a treasure.
• Next, he took his hand to my pussy and spread open my folds, I moaned out loud when he slid in a finger, then he made it two.
• As he finger fucked me, he looked at me to watch my expression. I shut my eyes and threw my head back when the pleasure built up. He kept finger fucking me and I kept crying out in pleasure but my pleasure was cut shut when he suddenly stopped.
• He pulled out his fingers forcing me to throw my eyes open to see what was wrong.
• "It seems like you were about to cum and I didn't want you to cum yet because we are only getting started." He said, sweetly licking my juice off his fingers.