Page 3 of One Night Seduction

I nod my head softly, not trusting my voice.

“I need your words. I need to hear you commit to this night, to me.”

My stomach flips in anticipation as I clear my throat.

“Yes. I can do it.”

A pleased smile lifts his mouth, and it sends an odd feeling of gratification running through me as he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. It starts out gently at first, like he’s testing the waters. The softness of his lips pulls at my own, and I can’t help but savor the lingering taste of tequila and something uniquely him.

Reaching out my hands to his shoulders, I wind them around his neck to pull him closer. My act of comfortability, of craving, seems to do something to him because, in the next moment, I’m being tossed onto the bed, his large body quickly following, covering every inch of me and trapping me against the mattress.

Our kiss turns savage, desperation for one another lingering on each other’s lips as he tears at my dress, lifting it as high as it will go before stopping just above my breasts. Luckily for both of us, I decided to skip the bra tonight and he takes full advantage of it, his mouth latching onto my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Fuck, that feels so good.

His large palms are running along the length of my bareskin before he winds his fingers around my panties. He yanks them off with a single tug before tossing them across the room. I feel his mouth release my nipple with a pop before he switches to give the other one the same level of attention. I can’t help but moan as his tongue flicks against me, teeth grazing as his hand cups my now bare pussy.

He doesn’t say anything, and I think that’s what makes this all the more exciting. There is no awkward chit chat or fumbling foreplay. This man knows exactly what he wants, and right now, what he wants is me, and fuck, I have never been wetter in my entire goddamn life.

The heel of his palm grinds against my clit a few times, forcing a breathy moan to escape my lips before he begins trailing his mouth down my body, stopping when he pulls my thighs over his shoulders and buries his face into my pussy.

The way he eats me out is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It isn’t even like he’s trying to give me pleasure, it’s like he’s eating to survive. Like he’ll die without my taste on his tongue. The dizzying high from it all is too much, and I fall apart with the barest of efforts, shouting and moaning as I grind my pussy against his face.

When my legs stop shaking, he slowly sits up, trailing his fingers from my wet slit to my asshole. I feel his finger probe me gently, causing me to tense as he hushes me softly. He runs his finger back up to my pussy, dipping inside of me and coating himself with my juices before returning to my ass.

The initial feeling of him pushing inside my tight hole is almost too much until he finds that perfect spot that has my body relaxing almost instantly.

“Your cunt tastes like heaven, and your ass is the tightest thing I’ve ever felt. How will I choose what to take first?” he muses.

“Both, anything, just fill me up. Please,” I babble pleadingly.

A satisfied smirk crosses his face as he pulls his finger out of me, slowly standing to his feet. Disappointment consumes me. If he’s a sadist who is into denying me whatever I ask for, I’m gonna be fucking pissed.

Thankfully, he returns within moments with a shiny jeweled butt plug. I’ve used them once or twice before, so when he squirts some lube against the cold steel and presses it against my waiting hole, I’m not the least bit surprised at the feeling. It’s almost like a relief. He makes a low sound in his chest as he pushes it all the way in, like he’s as desperate to fill me as I am to be filled by him.

Once the plug is seated in my ass, I expect him to line himself up to my pussy. Instead, he comes up to the side of my head, slowly pulling down his pants before revealing a beautifully thick and pierced cock. It’s just a single double barbell piercing at the head, but it’s enough to have me more than excited. I’ve always wanted to be with a pierced man but never had the opportunity.

“Suck,” he commands as he rubs the head of his cock against my lips.

I open my mouth instantly, allowing him to push into me as I widen myself and relax my throat to take him fully. Fuck, he’s huge. He keeps pushing until I gag, and then he pushes further. I wince, and he slowly pulls back before thrusting back in, forcing me to gag once more.

“Good girl. Choke on my cock,” he encourages as he does it again and again.

I take steady breaths through my nose as I do what he says, enjoying the feeling of his smooth length thrusting in and out of me.

When he pulls almost all the way out, I let my tongue run against his piercing before pushing against it slightly. His movements pause as his body shudders. I look up to see his eyes snap to mine, his lips pressed together though his chest is heaving, silently begging me to do it again and again. My tongue flicks against him languidly, teasing and sucking on his tip as I graze my teeth against the piercing. At my continued teasing, he lets out a muffled curse before tipping his head back, staring at the ceiling as he cups either side of my face and begins vigorously fucking my mouth.

When I reach between his legs and grip his balls, he lets out the sexiest groan before quickly pulling out of my mouth. I blink hazily, trying to track where he’s going before he’s back on me, this time kneeling between my legs. I watch as he rolls on a condom in record time before pushing inside me without a single warning.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion, a burn tearing through me at his width combined with the plug in my ass. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so full in all my life. Slowly, I begin adjusting to him. I say slowly because he doesn’t pause for a single second before his hips begin viciously, almost feverishly, snap against me as his hands dig into my hips.

“Oh fuck, oh my god,” I gasp, my nerves lighting up at the dual sensations of the plug and his thick length.

“Look at you, all full and a fucking mess from my touch, my cock,” he grits between clenched teeth as his hand reaches up to my throat.

He doesn’t grip it yet, shortly pausing, I assume for me to use my safe word. Fat chance in hell. I reach down, gripping his hand and forcing it around my throat. That must have been exactly what he was craving, because his eyes roll into the back of his head as he pushes deeper inside me, picking up a new pace I didn’t even know was possible.

My heels dig into his back as I wrap my legs around him,causing him to release a soft grunt at that. Like he loves it. I dig them in further, testing the theory, and when he gives me another grunt and a steady look, I know without a doubt, I’m being good for him.

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