Chapter 8: Harder!
“Mmm fuck me. fuck me,” I screamed, clutching on to the neck of the dark-haired beast mercilessly pounding into me. I was just about to come when I jolted awake, a hot and sweaty mess.
Wet dream. Again.
I looked over at my alarm clock. 5:57 AM. I had 20 minutes until I had to get up to get ready for work but no way would I be able to fall asleep, especially after that wild dream. Lately, I’ve been having the same kind of dream. Me having ridiculously amazing sex with a faceless, dark-haired stranger. God knows it’s not one of those lame assholes I’ve fucked lately.
I tiptoed past my roommate Amanda’s closed door into the bathroom where I splashed some cold water on my face to cool myself down. I leaned on the vanity and took a good look in the mirror. I saw a pretty, raven-haired, 22-year-old staring back at me with frustration in her mahogany brown eyes, and a frown on her lips.
I’ve been craving good sex for months. It’s become an absolute addiction to the point where I constantly fantasize and dream about it. The last four guys I’ve fucked have all been complete shit, and I’m really starting to doubt men’s acclaimed “abilities”
Guy #1 - Joe
Joe is this guy I met on vacation two months ago. I and Amanda had spent a week in Northern California at her parent’s vacation home in a beautiful vineyard. I met Joe during a night out in town. He bought me a drink, we flirted a bit, walked around town and...well one thing led to another. We ended up at his place in bed. I was sure I had scored a winner, I mean he was tall, hot, tan, and dirty blond, etc. but boy was I wrong. First off, the jerk demanded that I fuck myself. He opened this drawer full of dildos (don’t ask) and handed one to me then just laid back and put his hands behind his head like a cocky bastard.
“I’m waiting,” Joe said, nodding to the 12-inch dildo in my hand. Disgusted, but too horny to care I proceeded to insert the thing into me when he abruptly stopped me.
“Uh uh uh, you have to suck on it first. Duh..”
I gave him a hard look like are you serious? and saw that he was more than serious. “Wouldn’t you rather me suck you off instead of this stupid thing?” I asked, getting pissed.
“Well, I have to make sure my women can handle the dildo before I take over.” He said. Meanwhile, it was clear through the outline of his boxers that his erection was no more than 6 or 7 inches.
I was about to put the dildo in my mouth when I realized it was still wet with whoever used it before me, and smelled bad. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I threw it at him and got dressed, walking out without looking back. He actually had the nerve to shout “What’s wrong?”
I still shudder thinking of that encounter. Still, don’t understand my struggle. Take a look at the next guy
Guy # 2- Owen
Owen and I met at some party Amanda dragged me to. He was handsome but kind of needy, and tagged along with me throughout the entire party. He was also overly polite, which just annoys me. It was actually me suggested we go back to his place. He agreed with the idea adding, “yea, we can watch a movie and bake cookies, or whatever”
I should have known to run the minute he said that but he was good looking and I was horny (per usual). I was just praying it would get through his thick skull that I just wanted to fuck him...no strings attached.
We got to his apartment, which was nice and clean and roomy. He immediately started suggesting things we could watch on t.v. and if I was allergic to dairy. I threw my bag down and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss which he didn’t refuse. I seductively took his hand and led him to what I assumed was his bedroom and sat down on the bed. He looked really nervous and hesitant, so I slowly started undressing, asking if he would help me. His hands slightly shook as he took off the rest of my clothes and I made him take him off too. I had no idea why the hell someone as good looking as Owen was so damn shy but I chose to ignore it and continue with my conquest. He clumsily slid a condom on and got on top of me.
I closed my eyes and rolled my head back on the pillow waiting to be filled and used. After a couple of seconds of nothing, he moved his cock into me halfway and quickly pulled out. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. “No, keep going, babe,” I whispered, touching my breasts. I felt the tip of his cock in me when he pulled out again saying, “If you feel any kind of pain, let me know because the last thing I would ever do is hurt a lady, so don’t be afraid to tell me.” My eyes flew open in annoyance. “Just hurry up and fuck me already,” I said impatiently
He awkwardly moved inside of me after a couple more seconds, never going all the way in, but only halfway. You would’ve thought the guy was trying to screw a porcelain doll. It hadn’t even begun to feel good when he pulled out and came in one small spurt. He flopped on his back as if we had been at it for hours instead of 7 seconds and breathed heavily. “How about that movie now?” he said, as I laid there fuming.
Do you get the picture? I don’t think I even need to go into detail about the other two guys. Let’s just say my last two encounters involved a toenail fetish creep and a guys cat...
I was walking back to my room to get dressed when I stopped to listen to Amanda escort last night’s screw out the door. Thankfully I had fallen asleep last night before I could hear any awful sex noise, but the small bits I did hear definitely sounded like she was having a good time.
She came sauntering into my room with a smile on her face. “Teach me your ways Mandy,” I said grinning at her knowingly. She blushed and flopped onto my bed. “Oh come on Sairynn, you get guys,” she said. “Yea but they all stink,” I said back, holding a pale blue top to my chest in front of the mirror.
“You’re just not looking in the right places. I’m sure you’d be landing studs if you went out with me more often,” she argued. “Mandy, you know I’m always busy.” “That’s the thing Sair, you’re always busy. Girlfriend, you are only 22. You should be having more fun and working less. Come out with me tonight. This really rich English guy named Damien Ashworth is launching the opening of his new club ‘Ash’ tonight near Midtown and it’s literally impossible to get into but you know I always got the goods,” Amanda said waving two VIP passes in my face.
“Whats the catch?” I asked, eyeing the passes.
“No catch. Meet me back here around 9 so we can get ready together. It’s almost guaranteed you’ll find a hot guy at Ash.”
I was genuinely excited for the entire day at work. I did my duties methodically just to make the time go faster. I fantasized about the kind of guys I’d meet, grind against, flirt with, share a drink with, and most importantly sleep with at the end of the night.
“Mandy I’m back,” I shouted, walking in around 7:30. “Finally, now give me hand with these curlers bitch!” I helped her take out the curlers from her bleach blonde hair and went to get something to munch on from the kitchen cabinets.
“Don’t eat anything heavy because you have to wear this dress,” Amanda said, holding up a skimpy red dress. “Are you sure that wasn’t made for puppies instead of humans?” I joked, turning the dress over. It was ridiculously small. Mandy rolled her eyes and laughed. “Just try it on please!”
I somehow managed to actually get the dress past my head and slid it down my hourglass-shaped body. It was tight, really short, and backless. I slipped on a pair of Mandy’s Louboutins that bumped my height up to 5′6 and brushed out my straight, long chocolate hair until it was nice and smooth.
“I’d bang you,” Mandy joked. She looked equally as gorgeous in a small black mini that complimented her figure perfectly.
We touched up our makeup and headed out. I was excited and ready to dive into the night. The streets of Manhattan were always busy and bustling at night, but for some reason, the atmosphere seemed much more hip and young than usual. And there were more people around than I normally see. We easily hailed a taxi and jumped in. The driver gave us a creepy look over and asked where we were headed.
“42nd Avenue,” Amanda said, and the car lurched into action. “Saiyan you honestly have no idea how much fun we’re going to have. This club is literally the hottest place in New York right now, and only the richest and beautiful are going to be there tonight. Just be thankful my boss Randy has a perverted crush on me and offered me two VIP passes. That means unlimited drinks and a reserved lounge area!”
“Cheers to the freaking weekend biatch,” I said, and we clinked invisible glasses.
“Ooh, we’re almost here!” Mandy said, sticking her head out the window. I could tell because the area was packed with young, gorgeous people, and the sound of club music could be distinctly heard. I couldn’t wait to sink my claws into one of these sex gods tonight.
The cab came to a stop. We paid the driver and bounced out, giggling as we caught our balance on our heels. We walked a block, dodging already drunk people until we were right in front of the club. It was huge and stunning. Future was playing from within and don’t even get me started on that long line. It literally went from the entrance all the way down 7 blocks of the street. Mandy handed me my VIP pass and we haughtily walked past the line, ignoring the glares directed towards us. The bouncer, a huge guy that looked like The Rock told us we better have authentic passes or he’d personally escort us to the back of the line. He examined our passes and after a few seconds, unhooked the velvet rope and ushered us in. I felt like I was in a movie.
The smell of liquor, sweat, and sex was intoxicating and instantly put me in a good mood. I swayed my hips to the music as I passed through the crowd with Amanda, and caught the eye of more than one gorgeous guy. I ordered a free Moscato and found my way to the lounge area where a bunch of beautiful people was socializing.
“I heard the actual owner is here!” Mandy shouted into my ear over the music. “Is he good looking?” I shouted back. “Fuckin’ gorgeous is what he is. And single, but I hear he only goes with Brazillian models.” I shrugged and finished my drink, tipsy and ready to have a good ass time.
I danced for hours with many different gorgeous partners. I screamed with laughter as Lorenzo unexpectedly swirled me around, and threw my head back laughing. As the night progressed I had had a few more drinks and was more free-spirited and carefree than I had ever been before. Lorenzo pulled me close and I could feel his hard-on as he grinded on me. I playfully pushed him away and twirled, lightly knocking into a hard body.
“Oops sorry!” I slurred a little looking up at a ridiculously handsome man. My breath hitched and I let my eyes linger on his yummy face and down his expensively clad body. I smiled at the man, and he smiled back. It felt like we were the only people in this club, everything, and everyone else a blur of space.
“Damien Ashworth,” he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Sairynn,” I said back.
“This is your place, right? It’s amazing, congratulations,” I said. The spot on my cheek he kissed burned.
“Thank you, I’m glad you like it. Although I do believe I’ve had enough of this scene for tonight,” Damien said, looking around. He was actually beautiful. He was an even sexier version of Ian Somerhalder.
“I think I’m at the end of my rope as well, and I haven’t even visited the underground levels,” I said, standing so close to Damien I can smell his sensual scent.
“The club goes pretty deep underground. I like to be innovative in my designing.” He said, chuckling.
“Well, I like it deep,” I said seductively, biting my lip. Damien swallowed, and his eyes darkened. “There there now, I don’t want to have to take you right here on the dance floor,” Damien said, looking at me lustfully.
“I’d let you have me anywhere you’d like,” I whispered, my lips only an inch from his. I leaned in to kiss him, but he moved back and shot me a teasing smile. “What a naughty girl,” he whispered, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“Perhaps I need to be punished?” I said in a sexually innocent voice. Damien swallowed again and stared into my eyes. “Darling, if anyone needs to have their sweet little pussy punished, it’s you.”
“Then do it,” I said, kissing his lips softly. A sinister smile contorted his lips. He grabbed my hand, and the next thing I knew, I was being forcefully led out of the club by Damien Ashworth.
“Slow down big boy, I’m wearing heels,” I said to Damien. To my surprise, he easily lifted me and literally carried me the rest of the way. His hand gently rubbing my butt, had me wet in no time.
He put me down and opened the passenger door to a sleek, black Porsche and closed the door after me. I felt the cool leather under my hands and fingered the gadgets on the dashboard like a curious child. Damien revved the engine, and cut out from his parking like a man on a mission. “Your car is really nice,” I said, watching the city’s nightlife blur past the window as we sped down the streets of Midtown Manhattan.
“I have even nicer ones,” Damien said chuckling. He looked over at me and smirked. “I can’t wait to tear you up just like you want it.” I bit my lips and rested my head back. His words alone just drove me over the edge.
Keeping his left hand on the steering wheel, he moved his right one gently up and down my exposed thigh, giving me goosebumps there. He slowly moved it higher and higher until his fingertips brushed against the crotch of my wet panties. He felt the outline of my pussy lips and applied just the right amount of pressure to make me want to cry out.
“You’re soaked, just like a good little slut ready for her punishment,” Damien said coarsely, breathing heavily. I moved his hand to me, making him rub me harder. He took his hand away and moved his wet fingers to my mouth, making me suck on them. “Taste yourself.” I licked and sucked on his fingers, while gently rubbing myself.
“That’s enough for now,” he said harshly, pulling his fingers out my mouth and yanking the skirt of my dress down. “I don’t want you to come until I say so.” The dominant edge in his tone made me ridiculously horny. I needed him now.
“How far away are we?”
Damien smiled. “We’re here.” He pulled into a lot of a beautiful and grand apartment building. He swung into a reserved spot and killed the engine. I could tell he was just as eager to get it on as I was.
The doorman opened the door and greeted him by name. Everyone in the lobby seemed to know him, and I received one too many curious and jealous looks from both men and women. We stepped into an elevator and he pressed number 23. “Long way up,” he remarked, grinning at me. He pushed me onto the back wall and started kissing my neck and gently biting my earlobe. He pressed his front onto me and I could feel his thick, hard cock through his pants.
He breathed heavily and started unbuckling his pants. “Make me feel good baby,” he whispered in my ear, pushing my shoulders down. He wanted me to blow him into an elevator.
“What if someone walks in?!” I said. “Who cares?” He nonchalantly responded, pulling his big, juicy cock out of his pants. He bit his lip as I crouched in front of him, taking him in my mouth. I gently sucked on it, touching his balls and moving my hand up and down the shaft.
“Oohhh, yea baby that’s it. Ohh fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy.” Damien murmured, grabbing my hair, forcing himself deeper down my throat. I spit and sucked furiously, licking every inch of his beautiful member.
I could tell he was close to exploding, but he abruptly pulled out and stood me up. He fastened his pants and kissed me. “You don’t know how much strength it took me to just do that. I don’t want to come yet.” The elevator dinged and we were on his floor. Damien led me down the hallway until we stopped in front of a huge mahogany door with glass handles. He had his fingerprint scanned on the device next to the door, and it opened immediately.
My jaw dropped at the immense space of his penthouse. It was modern and beautifully furnished and really classy and expensive looking. He threw open the French curtains, opening a direct view to the heart of Manhattan. I felt infinite, in this beautiful man’s apartment, above the noise and life and excitement of the city underneath us.
“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,” Damien said, flicking on some lights. “Oh, I’m only hungry for one thing,” I said seductively, rubbing my hand up and down his chest. He smirked and lifted me, throwing me over his shoulder and walking to his room. His room was sexy and warm. He had dark covers on his bed, an electronic fireplace underneath the huge plasma television, lounge chairs, a big adjoining bathroom and lots of decors on the wall. He laid me down on the bed, and I felt like I was sinking into a cloud.
He slowly slid my dress over my head and kissed me passionately, unclasping my bra and massaging my breasts. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his lips down from the curve of my neck to the cleavage of my breasts. He sucked on my n*pples and squeezed my breasts, licking the soft skin and leaving butterfly kisses. I felt myself growing wetter and helped him a strip of his clothes until he lied on top of me completely naked.
He ripped my panties apart and roughly fingered me, making me gasp out. He stared into my eyes and watched my facial expression as he pounded two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. His fingers brushed against my clit and I screamed out, moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. He fingered me fast and hard until I came violently on his hands, panting for air. I tremored and took a deep breath as he kissed and sucked on my neck.
I sat up and looked Damien seductively. “You know something, I really hate leaving things undone,” I said. I smiled and went down on Damien once again. I held his shaft in my hand and sucked hard and long on his rock hard cock. He made murmuring noises and his breathing grew heavier. He moaned and buried his hands in my hair, fucking my face with his cock. “Ohhh baby I’m gonna come so good, oh fuck baby you make me feel so good,” he moaned.
He grunted and came in my mouth, and like a good little girl I licked it all up. He laughed breathlessly and pulled me up next to him. He spread my legs apart and positioned himself between them. There was an animalistic glint in his eye and he kissed me passionately as he drove into me, making me scream out from the rough entry. “So fucking tight,” he whispered, moving in me hard and fast. I felt so filled and complete and held onto the back of his sweaty neck and moaned as he pile-drives my pussy.
“Who’s my little slut?” He barked, viciously ravaging my body. The mix of pain and pleasure made me wail. “I am,” I choked out, digging my nails into his muscular back. I realized the man I dreamt about pounding me silly was in fact, Damien.
He choked my name out and gave me one last good pump before filling me with his hot seed. I moaned and came at the same time, an earth-shattering orgasm, that made my body quake and tremor. Damien collapsed on top of me, spent and a sweaty, beautiful mess. I stroked his wet hair and kissed the top of his head, falling asleep nearly instantly.
He was the best sex I’ve ever had.
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