Her heart began racing, and her fingers were twitching as she tried to control herself from not begging for more. It felt so good, his touches, caresses, and kisses.
Tears gathered at the brim of her eyes, as he bent to suck her nipples, his waist moving against hers. Her grip on him tightened as she could feel her release drawing near.
Within minutes, she gave in and let out a yell as her pussy tightened in his dick, his release flowing. He groaned loudly, before releasing his seed in her. Kiara found herself wrapping her legs around his butt, pressing him to pour it all in me.
He did with a loud groan that sounded so sexy before collapsing onto her, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist, his head resting on her boobs. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, caressing his body when he suddenly lifted her and moved out of the car.
Kiara let out a yelp, giggling and forgetting the reason she walked in there. He walked into his bedroom and placed her on the bed, before getting beside her and covering themselves with the blanket.
A smile danced on her lips as she enjoyed his touch, her back facing him as he rubbed his dick against her ass through the duvet. She turned around to face him, sitting up, and so he did too.
She kissed him, and he reciprocated gently and warmly like he knew she needed it as comfort. Kiara ran her hands all over his chest, down to his tummy, trailing her fingers to where the blanket was on his hips, tossing it aside and exposing his dick, which seemed to be growing hard again.
She broke away from the kiss and trailed her hands on his cock. Playing with the tip, stroking his length down to his balls. She loved how huge it was in her hand and the way he let out a painful hiss when she squeezed his balls gently.
"Fuck!" He cursed, obviously enjoying her touch, and that just made her bolder. She continued with her touch, and he continued to let out groans.
He lay on the bed and motioned her to get on his face with a sky grin. An idea immediately struck her of what he was about to do, and her pussy walls clenched together in anticipation, dripping.
She got on top of his face, impatient to have his mouth on her pussy, but he didn't place it on it. Instead, his breath just tingled there, and she felt herself getting more wet, rocking against his face.
She shrieked when his hot mouth finally landed on her cunt. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked it, licking it at intervals. His other hand moved to his cock and he started stroking it again, going faster.
She took her lower lips into her mouth, to subside her scream while throwing her head backwards from pleasure. He continued, and after some minutes, she could feel her release nearing.
Kiara was getting ready to yell her head off in ecstasy when he stopped again and moved he away from him. Her face scrunched up into a frown as she glared at him through the dark.
"Open your eyes and watch my cock make its claim on you" He ordered, warning laced in his tone, and she nodded, loving his bossy attitude.
Just when he was about to slam into her, he felt something press against his chest. His eyes snapped open, and pain shot through his heart.
It was a damn dream. Everything, the heat, the thrill, her body—it was all in his head.
He hissed in frustration, pushing the woman off his chest. If she hadn't interrupted by draping herself over him, maybe the dream would've gone further.
The girl stared at him blankly, her brows furrowed. The smile that had lit up her face moments ago vanished instantly.
"Why did you suddenly wake up? I thought you were asleep?" She asked, confusion and hurt in her voice.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. Dreaming about a girl he met just yesterday at the bar? And everything that felt real, wasn't.
"Get your things and leave." He said, pointing to the door.
She stood there, stunned, mouth agape.
He could feel the wet patch on his trousers from the dream and didn't want her to notice. Quickly, he reached for his phone and dialed his assistant.
Within minutes, the assistant arrived.
"Take her out and pay her for the night." He ordered, avoiding eye contact.
The girl was about to protest, but his assistant grabbed her arm and led her away before she could say another word.
"Let me get my things. I can't leave without my bags!" she protested, trying to pull her arm free from his assistant's grip. But he didn't listen.
The man pushed her out of the room, then returned moments later to gather her belongings. Once everything was packed, he turned toward his boss.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked.
Antonio gave a curt nod, signaling he was fine.
As the door closed behind his assistant, Antonio let out a long, frustrated sigh. He reached for his pants and unzipped them, his eyes narrowing as he saw the mess.
"Soaked in sperm. Fuck!" He muttered.
He ran a hand through his hair, still trying to make sense of the dream. Who the hell is this woman? Why did just one lap dance from her do this to him? They hadn't even gone all the way, just teasing, touching, and yet it had branded itself into his subconscious.
"I need to find her." He growled under his breath. "She has to be mine."
He had never been with a woman who left this kind of mark on him, mental, physical, obsessive. And that scared him more than he could admit.
"In the next twenty-four hours... she'll be mine." He vowed, striding toward the washroom to clean himself up.