Chapter 4 I'll Remember You

• She let out a loud moan as she felt butterflies in her stomach and a strange feeling building up in her.
• He stopped kissing her and focused his attention on her. Suddenly without warning, he squeezed her nipples so hard that tears slipped from her eyes.
• "Ahhh!" Marilyn cried, panting as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. This felt good, so why was she fighting her inner desires?
• He played with her nipples, rubbing them back and forth roughly, not caring to be gentle with her. His lips crashed down on hers as she moaned into his mouth. He swallowed her sweet moans, bringing another hand under her bra and kneading both her erected hard nipples.
• Heat began to pool between her leg and she felt the urge for him to be inside of her. But she was still scared, she was a virgin and haven't experienced sex. She wanted sex after marriage but after what happened with Brian, her hopes of getting married was dashed.
• "You said I'm a pervert!?" He stopped touching her and she looked up to meet his piercing eyes. Her eyes were full of desire and lust. She would have begged for more if he wasn't a stranger.
• "I-I!" She was lost for words. However he didn't wait for her to reply. He cut her off by gliding his hands down her body and squeezing her ass, which caused Marilyn to gasp.
• "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry!" Marilyn managed to cry out. It was the middle of the night and no one was around. Even if she screamed assault, no one would hear her.
• "Sorry, huh? I'll make you feel sorry," his hands suddenly travelled down to her skirt. Marilyn suddenly knew where this was leading. She tried to swat his hands away but he pressed her against the once again to her frustration, staring sexily at her with his piercing gaze.
• "What's your name, baby girl?" He breathed huskily at her ears.
• "Marilyn Jones," she said, feeling tension building up in her body. What was she getting herself into?
• "Marilyn Jones," he said, contemplating her name. "Beautiful name. It suits you," he drawled, looking down at her through hooded eyes that make her heart slammed against her chest.
• He looked about the age of her father, tall, dark and masculine. But he didn't looked old at all, instead he looked mature and that thought was tantalizing. Marilyn didn't know she had a thing for mature men untill she laid her eyes upon one. He had a well-defined jawline and stubble around his chin. His chest was peaking at her, revealing a bit of his nipples from the halfway ruffled unbuttoned shirt. She almost salivate thinking about how his muscles might look like underneath his shirt.
• Marilyn had seen erotic movies and read erotic novels, all thanks to Angie's influence who likes hot and erotic guys. But Marilyn never knew how it would feel like in real life. Right now, it felt like one of those romantic moments in the movies.
• His fingers rubbed against her inner thighs and she squeezed her legs together trying to cut off his access. But he was having none of that. He roughly pushed her thighs apart and menacingly gripped her vagina. Marilyn let out a whimper. He overpowered and had successfully dominated her.
• His thumb began brushing up and down her clit, through her panties. Her vagina was already wet from arousement and he was just making it worse. She felt her juices wanting to spill out all over.
• "No, please no," she tried to sound angry and serious but he knocked her breathless where he rubbed his fingers vigorously against her panties.
• She gasped loudly and gripped the sides of his back, eyes shut in ecstacy as she feels a fire growing through her veins and up to her mind where she began to have indecent thoughts.
• She imagined and visioned his stubble between her thighs, rubbing in circles on her vagina, back and forth as he would occasionally stuck out his tongue and licked her vagina, tormenting her with pleasure as he nibbled on her clitoris, biting and sucking her sweet sensitive spot as she climax against his face.
• At the thought of that, she suddenly came undone, without him inserting his fingers into her vagina. He felt her wetness and smirked devilishly, "It looks like someone's is wet thinking about me?" He was smug.
• Marilyn blushed intensely. "No, no. It's not like that. I wasn't!"
• "Really?" He said and once again grind her hips against his pelvis with his hand still rubbing against her panties.
• "Ahhh! Urgh!!!!" She moaned, organism crashing out of her throbbing wet folds as she couldn't control the burning desire in her. How could she feel like this with a stranger? A man she had no connection to? Why was he even making her feel this way? She never had such thoughts when she was together with Brian.
• Was she going to have a one night stand with a freaking hot stranger?
• He rubbed her clit, playing with it going around in sensual circles while massaging her vagina back and forth, his fingers pushed her panties inside, intruding into her private space.
• She moaned with every touch and pressure he inflicted on her. Suddenly he pulled away from her, retreating his hands and she was brought back to reality, taken away from her Dreamland of bliss.
• She looked at him wondering why he suddenly stopped, her eyes full of want and needs.
• "I'll remember you," he growled sexily into her ear. Marilyn was speechless. She didn't know how to answer aside from panting heavily. She expected to be assaulted by this hot as hell stranger.
• Then he kissed her neck, not forgetting to leave some hickeys before he turned and made his way out of the bar, swaggering left and right due to his state of drunkness. Marilyn could have stop him, but no, she didn't. She was still feeling overwhelmed by what just happened in a single night.
• When she came to her senses, he wasn't there. She ran after him ........