Devotion (3) ✔

2 - Mariana

For the first time in my life, I woke up with a man sliding in and out of me. He was fucking me awake. I twisted trying to get into a new position but his tight grip on my hips stopped me. His face was buried in the nape of my neck. My inner thighs were dried from out cum. I needed a fucking shower. I laughed suddenly and he paused mid thrust.

"You're laughing at me while I'm fucking you?" He bit my neck.

I didn't like speaking before brushing so I stretched wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a good squeeze. My body tingled, feeling his hands glide up and down my skin. I'd never felt like this before. He resumed his thrusts and I joined in this time, squeezing his butt, urged him to go faster but he wasn't complying. He was to make it last.

Every inch of my body was against him. I felt the scars on his chest, the round scarred tissues on his back. My thighs were pressed up against his, feet locked under his leg, the coarse hair tickled me. I was full. He was thick and wide. I loved how heavy it was in my hand. I squeezed around him, loving the feel of him inside me.

We were joined together for a long time and after we found completion, we just laid there in comfortable silence. I couldn't move and neither could he. I'd never left like this with any men. Yes there's been many on this bed but they had rules. I'm sure he was no saint either but none one has ever slept over.

Hell, I never slept over here anyways. Usually, the cleaning lady would be roaming from room to room, taking the sheets away, cleaning everything in here. I usually showered, the minute they left but with him, my internal thighs were coated with our fluids and I wasn't in any hurry to getting him off or his mark.

The way he looked at me, the way he followed me up the stairs like a starving man with his mouth open gave me so much pleasure that it made me lightheaded. Usually, men came here to get serviced. So when he dominated me, I was taken wanton under his scorching touch. I was even more surprised that I liked it, craved for it even. I felt treasured in some way.

"Can I take you out to breakfast?" He asked, so sweetly while tucking last night shirt into his pants.

"I have to go home." I put on a new dress. These rooms were allocated to particular girls and this room was mine. I chose a light beige lose romper. The pretty rouffels made it looked like a skirt and the thin strap lowered its V line to the middle of my chest, exposing the similar colour strappy bra that created an ex. Opting for brown knee high lace strappy hells, I brushed my slightly wet and wavy hair to one side.

"Can I take you home?" He asked.

"Fine." I smiled. I didn't know why I was saying yes. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me but when I looked at him, I just wanted more of him.

"Can I take for some food before I drop you off?"

That made me laugh.

"That's against the rules." I looked at him sadly, my back against the brown door to my closet. My face was fresh, just moisturiser and lip balm.

"You're not a fucking rule to me." He was mad. His face transformed into something of a vicious lion. I wasn't scared. It actually turned me on. A shiver ran through me, surging with blooming arousal.

I shrugged. "It is what it is. I am who I am and I am not ashamed of it."

"Neither am I." He looked at me dead in the eyes.

"Then stop looking at me like that." I rolled my eyes to which he smirked. We were strangers but it felt like we've known each other for years. I felt empty without him. My pussy pulsed thinking of what had been in there for the whole night.