Just One Orgasm!

Emilia looked at the open doorway, then back at him.

His patience undid her, and she walked inside.

The suite was quiet, lit only by the warm glow of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked across the glass, blurring the lights below into rivers of gold.

He closed the door gently behind them.

Neither of them moved for a long moment. The silence returned, heavier now, charged with everything neither of them had said downstairs.

A shiver traced down her spine when he turned to her.

His mouth curved faintly.

The distance between them disappeared as he approached her with one careful step at a time until he stood close enough that she could feel the warmth of him without a single touch.

"Are you certain?" he asked, his voice low. "Because if this is grief talking... I’ll call you a car and you’ll never hear from me again."

Emilia searched his face. "It’s not grief."

It wasn’t entirely true, but neither was it entirely false.

"I just..." Her voice broke. "I don’t want to feel broken tonight."

Adrian’s eyes softened a bit. He reached up slowly, giving her every chance to step back.

His fingertips brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek before his palm rested lightly against her face.

"Then let me remind you," he murmured, "that someone else’s betrayal doesn’t diminish your worth."

The words hung between them in the darkness.

Her body obeyed before her brain caught up. She walked into the room and the moment she walked in, he pinned her against the wall, with her hands gripping the wall.

He stood behind her, and her palms pressed flat against the cool surface. Goosebumps raced up her arms, spreading across her shoulders, down her spine.

Emilia swallowed. She was about to get fucked by a stranger.

Behind her, he moved closer. His presence filled the large bedroom, sucking all the air from the space until she could barely breathe.

He came behind her, and pressed a deep kiss on her neck.

"Do you want the bed, or the wall?" His deep, raspy voice came from right behind her, so close his breath stirred the fine hairs at her nape. Heat radiated off him in waves.

Emilia shut her eyes. He was grinding her from behind, and she could feel his length already. He aroused her greatly.

She felt like a slut because they just walked in. However, she barely cared. This would be the last time they ever see.

"Either one of your choice." She said breathlessly, clenching her thighs together.

His hand reached forward to cup her jaw from behind.

"My choice?"

Her mouth went dry, and her pulse hammered in her throat, as anticipation built up in her. Noah would slut shame her if she asks him for another orgasm. Yet, he had the audacity to cheat, and made it her fault.

"Yes?"

He made an approving rumble. It vibrated through the darkness, and the sound traveled straight down her spine and hot liquid heat pooled between her thighs.

She has never been this turned on so quickly. Well, how could she be, when all Noah could do was be inside her for two minutes, and then pull out already tired.

"Good..." He paused. "Good girl."

Emilia froze. Noah had never called her that. Intact, they had never spoken during sex.

He let go of her jaw. Her grabbed her hips, with his fingers digging in through the thin fabric of her leggings. His thumbs pressed into the small of her back, right above her ass, applying pressure that made her arch involuntarily.

Then he yanked her backward and her ass collided with his hips and her fucking brain left the chat.

He was hard. So fucking hard. The thick, massive length of him pressed against her through their clothes, grinding between her ass cheeks with a slow roll of his hips that made her knees buckle.

"Lord!" She couldn’t stop the sound from escaping. Her head fell back on anticipated pleasure.

His mouth found her ear and his lips grazed her sensitive skin, catching her earlobe between his teeth.

"I think your boyfriend was a loser bastard," he rasped, grinding his dick harder against her ass.

A whimper crawled up her throat. She sounded so needy and pathetic. It would have made her raise a brow on a normal day but today, she didn’t care.

Also, the man behind her wasn’t Noah. Even if he slut shames her, she’d forget it the next day. All he has to do was fuck her reasoning out of the world.

His hands left her hips and traveled upward with agonizing slowness. His hand moved over the curve of her waist, up to her sides, with his thumbs dragging along the underside of her breasts. Then finally, finally, he cupped them through her blouse.

"Huge," he cursed with pleasure, and molded them.

A startled cry slipped from her lips when he squeezed roughly. His large palms engulfed her tits, pushing them together. His thumbs found her nipples through all the layers of fabric. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, and her imagination went wild.

"Fuck," he breathed against her neck, his voice rough. "Fucking perfect."

A rough exhale hit her neck, hot and heavy. His hips ground forward again while his fingers worked her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to ride that delicious line between pleasure and pain.

"Oh god," she cried, arching her back, and pushing her tits further into his hands.

He gave a deep growl, the vibration rumbling through his chest into her back. One hand moved under her blouse, with his fingers scraping against her stomach as he shoved the fabric up.

"Take it off," he growled. "I want to feel your tits properly without all these fucking clothes in the way."

"Yes," she panted, nodding eagerly, and pushing her ass back to meet his hips.

He hissed as his hands dragged up her stomach, then grunted, "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"Don’t you dare stop." She spat, and his dark chuckle filled the space. "You promised."

His fingers hooked under the band of her bra and yanked it down. Her breasts spilled free and his hands immediately latched onto them, skin on skin, with his thumbs dragging over her hardened nipples, squeezing and kneading.

"Fuck," she moaned, her back arching, pushing more of herself into his hands.

"So soft." His mouth found her neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses from her ear to her shoulder.

A low groan vibrated against her skin as his hips ground against her ass again. His thick cock dragged between her cheeks in a way that made her whimper.

One hand left her breast and slid down until he reached between her legs. He cupped her pussy through her leggings and she nearly cursed with relief.

A guttural sound rumbled from his chest. "Fuck me," he groaned. "You’re soaked. I can feel how wet you are through your clothes."

His palm pressed harder and ground against her clit in circles that made sparks explode behind her eyelids. More of her pussy juices streaked down her thighs slowly.

Her hands gripped the walls of the room harder as she humped his hand shamelessly, trying to get a release. A low cry escaped her lips, as sparks of desire shoot through her core.

"Mhmmm, what a needy little thing you are." He made a satisfied grunt, then his other hand came down on her breast in a sharp smack.

A squeal left her lips and she ground on his hand harder. His hand still on her breast squeezed roughly while he nipped at her neck, with his teeth scraping her skin.

Adrian’s hand hooked into the waistband of her leggings, his fingers were hot against her lower belly.

"These need to come off." His voice had gone rougher, darker.

"Yes," She panted with need, barely able to form words. "Yes, please."

He didn’t wait for more and just yanked them down in one swift motion, leggings and underwear together, peeling them off her legs. Cold air hit her bare ass and thighs, making her gasp.

She awkwardly lifted one foot at a time, using the wall for balance because her legs had turned to jelly. The clothes pooled around her ankles and he kicked them aside with his foot.

His hand returned between her legs and she pretty much lost her mind the minute his fingers found her slick, sopping wet entrance.

She took in a sharp inhale. "Christ." A finger slid through her folds, getting drenched in her juices.

"You’re dripping. Absolutely fucking dripping."

He could feel how wet she was. And how desperate she was. She wondered what he must think of her?

He dragged those wet fingers up, and over her clit. She whined, high and needy, and he made a sound of satisfaction.

"Fuck me, already." she groaned when he withdrew his hand from between her legs, dragging it up over her ass.

Then he unexpectedly smacked it. She lost her damned mind. A loud moan tore from her lips and his hand clamped over her mouth immediately.

"Shh," he growled, muffling her moans with his hand. "Unless you want everyone on this floor knowing what a slut you’re being back here."

The word sent another gush of wetness between her thighs. She knew the rooms were sound proof but she could play along. Perhaps, he doesn’t like noise. His fingers slid back down through her folds and he groaned.

He smacked her ass again, harder this time, the sting blooming across her skin. "Good girl."

He smacked her again and again. Each strike was harder than the last until her skin felt hot and sensitive and she was biting her lip to keep herself from crying out against his hand. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.

She could imagine what she looked like, bent over, ass red, marked, dripping wet and desperate for a stranger’s cock.

A low, dark chuckle rolled off his tongue. His finger circled her entrance again, dipping in just slightly before pulling back, and she wanted to scream. "Like that?" He teased.

"Yes, fuck, yes," she whimpered.

He pushed two fingers in at once. The stretch made her let out a low moan. Her forehead pressed against the cool wall as he worked them deeper.

"So fucking tight," he grunted, pumping his fingers inside her. A low groan vibrated through him as he drilled his fingers in and out of her cunt, pushing her closer to the edge.

His other hand found her tits again, kneading them roughly as his fingers worked inside her.

"More," she pushed back against his hand, desperate for more friction, more fullness, more everything. "Please, more."

"Greedy little thing." Then a third finger pushed in. The stretch burned now, pleasure and pain blurring together as he filled her.

"So fucking tight. Can barely fit two fingers in this perfect place. How are you going to take my cock?"

His thumb found her clit and rubbed circles while his fingers pumped into her pussy.

"I can," she moaned when he made a questioning sound. "I can take it, I can take it."

"Sure?" He curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made her see stars, and growled to his approval.

He pumped his fingers faster, and harder, as the wet sounds of her soaked pussy filled the space.

Her orgasm built fast, coiling tight at the base of her spine, in her belly, and spreading through her limbs like liquid fire.

For so long, she hadn’t had an orgasm, and she was beginning to forget what it felt like.

"That’s it. God you’re getting tighter. Can’t wait to feel that around my cock," he rasped. His breath was hot and ragged against her ear. "Cum. Cum on my fucking fingers."

Her orgasm crashed through her, and her whole body seized, clenching around his fingers as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he fingered her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking.

"That’s it." His voice was rough and strained. "Fuck, that’s beautiful." He growled, still fingering her. "Give me everything." A rough sound of satisfaction rumbled from his chest. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out. She whimpered at the loss.

"Easy, darling." His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her up because her legs had completely given out. "I’ve got you."

The wet sound of him sucking his fingers clean followed his voice. She sighed in pleasure at the pop of his mouth and the satisfied groan that escaped his lips.

"You taste so fucking good." he told her, pleased. I could eat you for hours, and save more for later."

Emilia’s eyes widened. "Who is this man?" She murmured softly.

She hadn’t finished thinking when she heard the condom wrapper tear. Her brain had turned to pudding. She had completely forgotten about protection. Thank god he had the common sense to bring a condom.

Her thoughts left her when she heard his zipper drag down, and the rustle of fabric. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against her pussy and every coherent thought fled.

"Oh god." She moaned, as her eyes flew open. "That’s... I’m going to take all of that?" She asked, shocked.

Her breath caught. This was insane, but she didn’t care.

"Last chance to change your mind, darling." His voice was rough and strained.

She reached back blindly, found his hip and dug her nails in.

"Please don’t stop," she pushed back against him, trying to take him in. "Fuck me. Please just, I need you to fuck me—"

He slammed in. One brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt and punched all the air from her lungs.

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