Zayn
I wasn't lying when I told Stella that I'd be ripping that dress off of her. All night I had to control myself and watch her sit in the dress that had me hard at the first sight. It was unfair how it was hugging each curve and crevice of hers while I sat across like a dog with its tongue out, needing only her taste to heal me.
She was looking absolutely breathless, her tits, her ass, everything looked perfect, the material was cinched all at the right places. Don't even get me started on her heels.
Finally when I got a taste of her, I couldn't help myself. After finding out how wet she was under her panties and how easily she came, I knew both of us needed to fuck more than we needed to eat this dinner. So, as Stella excused herself from the table in embarrassment; to clean up, I tagged along like the puppy I was, making best of the opportunity.
Stella opens the door to the ladies restrooms and rushes inside, she turns around to lock the door but I block it before it shuts. "Zayn, what are you doing?" Stella jumps, her eyes wide as saucers.
Without a word I slip inside and lock the door behind me. Stella visibly swallows and backs up as I take slow steps towards her. "That dress had me itching all night. It's time for it come off."
"Zayn." That's all she manages as I reach her and hold her against me.
"I'm going to fuck you." I take the bow tied at her back and pull it open. Stella shivers. I unzip the fabric from the side and peel it off her. "Fuck." I gasp as my boner grows an inch. Stella isn't wearing a bra underneath, she stands only in her black pumps and a black underwear. Of course her naked body makes me fall face-over. She looks even better with the dress off.
I fiddle with my belt as Stella reaches out, removing my hand and working my pants herself. Once I'm naked bottom down, I start kissing her skin everyplace I can as I slowly pump my hard-on between us.
Stella follows my hand and licks her lips as she sees me pleasure myself. Then her eyes fall shut, "Fuck me without holding back tonight. Like one of your whores."
I am a beast awakened, unchained. Stella undoes me, I dont need an orgasm, I'm already done for. I could fall on my knees for her and let her take my life.
The amount of lust I feel right this second is unexplainable. I could make her my fuck doll, I could fuck her till she can't walk and tears fall from her eyes, I could fuck her till her tight pussy bleeds, but I would never. "Don't ever say that again. You're not one of my whores and you never will be." She is my only possession that really only belongs to me and only me. And for her to have the audacity to call herself a whore makes my head spin. She is my girl, I love her and I treat her no less than a fucking queen. "Now turn around." Although she'll get what she wants.
Obligingly Stella turns around and faces me behind her in the mirror. I part her legs and grasp the band of her panties between my fingers, with a growl I pull at it, ripping it open. Stella's eyes go wide but she seems so turned on by it, her eyes are heavy with lust in the mirror, her face contorted into neediness, she looks miserable without me inside her.
Without delay, I line my throbbing cock against her dripping opening. She whimpers in wait, pushing back at my cock. I meet her halfway, thrusting forcefully inside her. She sucks in a breath then moans.
If Stella wants this, I will deliver. I fuck her into oblivion, not waiting for her to adjust, I ram into her mindlessly. She screams my name, moaning, rolling her eyes back. "Open your eyes. See what we do to each other."
Our eyes meet in the mirror as our bodies meet from below. I pull her legs apart wider, hiking her left leg up on the vanity. The position gives me way inside Stella deeper, I thrust this time hitting a place I hadn't been before. Stella moans and her head falls back on my shoulder. My own dick on feeling her so deep, feels like it will cripple after this sensation so profound.
"You wanted this. Do you like it? How I fill you? Being fucked like a slut? That's what you wanted? Huh?" Half my words get lost between breaths and moans but they make Stella weak in knees, so much so that I have to wrap my arm around her waist to hold her from losing her balance. She's like jelly, watery eyes, watery limbs and moans flowing from her lips unintelligibly. She is in complete disassociation with reality, the way her eyes are open but not looking, her body here but not really.
Her tits bounce as we move together in perfect rhythm, hard and fast. I'm sure the waiter can hear her moans as loud as they are yet it's not enough. I need to make her scream for the world to listen, to show them that only I can make her feel this way. The way in which she loses it completely, for which I have to hold her from falling. I fuck her even harder, this time moaning nonsensically myself. We both meet each other in the mirror, absolutely deranged and lost in the pleasure of it all.
As our skin slapping competes with our moans and our breath fogs up the mirror, Stella legs shiver, quaking continuously. "Please, Zayn." She whispers as the pleasure gets too much for her to handle and she tries to hold it down. I feel it in the way she breathes, her movements, that she is so close.
"Come for me, baby." It only takes a whisper with one last piercing thrust for Stella to come all around me. Making the feeling of her more intense for me as I ejaculate inside her myself.
Stella goes limp, her sweaty body now a puddle in arms. I have to hold her against me as I manage to stand straight myself. Both of us are fucking drenched and extremely burned out but the sex was by far the best sex of my life. I thought that taking Stella's virginity couldn't match anything but this was something other worldly. Everytime I fuck Stella, it seems so much more fulfilling than the last and yet it is nearly not enough. No matter how tiring it gets, we both feel fresher and happier than ever.
We both try to get ahold of our composure, practice bringing our breathing back to normal, fix our messed up appearances in the mirror. But nothing seems to work. We reek of sex. The afterglow is evident, our eyes say it, so do our bodies.
Stella walks behind me as we make our way back to the table. If nothing else gives away, Stella's bright red rosy cheeks speak about our restroom shenanigans louder than anything.
We eat the served dessert in pin-drop silence.
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
