Chapter 2 2

Laura's POV

The moment the door of the private room clicked shut behind us, he didn't waste a second. My back hit the cold wood with a thud, and then his mouth was on mine-hard, rough, demanding. The kiss wasn't sweet or tender; it was wild and greedy, like he wanted to devour me whole. His tongue shoved past my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth as if he was mapping me, claiming me. Our tongues tangled, slick and desperate, sliding over each other as we fought for control I didn't really want to win.

The kiss was addictive,more addictive than anything I had ever known and it was wrecking me. My panties were already soaked, sticky with my arousal, and the ache between my thighs burned so bad it was unbearable.

He sucked on my tongue before finally breaking the kiss, both of us gasping for air, our chests heaving against each other. He didn't give me a chance to recover. His lips moved to my neck, brushing over the sensitive skin before latching onto a spot that made me shiver violently.

"Ah..." the moan ripped out of me without my permission. His mouth was hot and wet, sucking on the curve of my neck until sparks shot down my spine, straight to my dripping pussy. My thighs pressed together instinctively, desperate to ease the ache, to get some kind of friction, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

He noticed. Of course he noticed. His tongue dragged over my skin before biting down lightly, and when I gasped, his chuckle vibrated against my throat. My fingers dug into his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life as he kissed and sucked me like he owned every inch of my body.

When he finally pulled away, I was already trembling, needy and breathless. Our eyes met, and his had turned darker,completely consumed by lust.

His hand found my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipples were already painfully hard, straining against the fabric , and when his thumb brushed over one, I nearly came undone right there.

I wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel every squeeze, every rough press of his palm. He hadn't even done much, but my body was already his, unraveling for him like I had been waiting all my life for this moment.

His hand slid lower, tracing the length of my body until it reached the place that throbbed the most. He didn't hesitate. His fingers pressed against my panties, right over my soaked slit.

I gasped and grabbed at his arm, my face flushing red-hot with humiliation as he let out a low, sinful chuckle.

"You're so wet for me, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and heavy, full of dark promise. His thumb circled my clit through the drenched fabric, making me arch against him. "I like it."

My moan filled the room as his thumb rubbed tighter circles, slow and deliberate, dragging me toward madness. My head fell back against the door, my lips parted in breathless whimpers as heat pooled inside me.

I held onto his shoulders, afraid my knees would give out as he played with me like I was made for his touch. God, maybe I was.

He kissed me again, dragging me into a sloppy, filthy tangle of tongues and teeth as his fingers continued their torment. I moaned into his mouth, clutching him desperately, kissing him back with all the hunger that was tearing through me.

He tasted like sin, like danger, like everything I shouldn't want and I couldn't get enough.

He broke the kiss only to scoop me up like I weighed nothing. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my body rubbed against his, searching for relief. His cock pressed against me through his pants, rock hard and thick, making me groan.

I ground against him without even realizing it, and he groaned too, a deep, guttural sound that only made me hotter.

Then he dropped me onto the bed. I bounced against the soft mattress, dazed, before he yanked my dress over my head in one swift motion. Suddenly, I was sprawled naked before him in nothing but my lingerie, my skin flushed and burning.

His eyes devoured me, and I couldn't breathe.

His hands cupped my breasts, rough and greedy, before his mouth claimed one nipple. His tongue swirled around it, teasing, before sucking it deep into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching as electricity shot straight to my pussy.

He wasn't gentle. Not even close. He sucked hard, bit down lightly, and licked me until I was squirming under him, begging for more without words. His other hand rolled my other nipple, pinching and tugging until both were aching and raw with pleasure.

When he switched to the other breast, I was already a wreck, moaning so loud the sound bounced off the walls.

When he finally raised his head, his lips wet from sucking me, I was panting hard, my whole body trembling.

He trailed kisses down my stomach, lower and lower, each one making me shiver more violently. When he reached my navel, he sucked there too, and I gasped. I didn't even know that spot was sensitive until now, but he was discovering every single place that could make me lose my mind.

His hand hooked under my panties, dragging them down slowly, exposing me completely. Shame and arousal tangled in my chest as my thighs spread wide for him.

His finger slid down my folds, collecting my juices, and when he licked them off, closing his eyes with a groan, I nearly died.

"Mmmm, baby," he said, licking his lips. "You taste like sin. Sweet, filthy sin."

And then his mouth was on me.

His tongue dragged from the very top of my slit to the very bottom, slow and devastating, lapping at me like I was his favorite meal.

"Oh God..." I moaned, my hips jerking up to meet his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue was everywhere, licking, sucking, teasing every part of me. My thighs trembled violently, and if his hands weren't holding them wide apart, they would've slammed shut around his head.

He didn't let me get away. His grip was iron, keeping me spread open for his tongue.

"Fuck... yes," I gasped, nails digging into the sheets as he pressed his tongue flat against my clit and dragged it in slow, deliberate strokes.

Then he sucked. Hard.

I screamed.

My body shot off the bed, my hips grinding against his mouth shamelessly as his tongue assaulted my clit. He groaned against me, the vibration shooting sparks through me, making me gush even more onto his tongue.

His fingers joined in, pressing at my entrance, coating themselves in my wetness. He lifted his head for just a second, his lips shiny with my arousal, his eyes blazing with wicked heat.

"You're dripping, princess," he said, his voice low and mocking. "So desperate for me."

Then one finger slid inside.

I gasped, my walls clamping down hard around the sudden intrusion. He smirked, watching me writhe, and then started thrusting his finger in and out, slow at first, then faster, harder.

"Oh...oh fuck!" I cried out, clinging to the bedpost as the sound of his finger pumping into me filled the room, wet and obscene.

Another finger joined the first, stretching me wider. I screamed again, my head pressing back into the pillows, my eyes squeezed shut as he worked me open.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice like a whip.

I forced my eyes open, staring down at him as he thrust his fingers into me mercilessly. His gaze never left mine, dark and possessive, like he was watching me come undone just for his pleasure.

My body burned. My thighs shook violently. The pressure in my belly grew tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode.

"Please..." I whimpered, my voice breaking.

"What are you begging for, sweetheart?" His tone was cruel, teasing, like he didn't already know exactly what I needed.

"Please-I want to cum... it's too much..." My voice turned into a shriek as his thumb pressed down on my clit, circling it fast while his fingers fucked me even harder.

"Cum for me, princess," he growled.

That was all it took.

My body convulsed as the orgasm tore through me. My back arched off the bed, my scream echoing around the room, my thighs shaking uncontrollably as pleasure ripped me apart.

It was blinding. Earth-shattering. The kind of orgasm that made everything else disappear, leaving only him, only this.

When I finally collapsed back onto the bed, my chest was heaving, my body drenched in sweat, my pussy still clenching around his fingers as aftershocks rolled through me.

But he wasn't done. Not even close.

He pulled his fingers out and shoved his mouth back on me, drinking me down like a man starved. His tongue slid inside me, his lips sucking greedily at my juices, his moans vibrating against my pussy. I whimpered weakly, my body twitching with oversensitivity, but deep down I loved every filthy second of it.

When he finally pulled away, his lips and chin were glistening with me, his smirk dark and satisfied.

And that's when it hit me-I was naked, ruined, and trembling... and he was still fully dressed.

Heat flooded my cheeks, a wave of shame mixing with the lust. I snapped my thighs shut, embarrassed at how wanton I'd been, how I'd screamed and begged for a stranger whose name I didn't even know.

He laughed-a low, dark chuckle that sent chills down my spine.

"Don't hide from me, beautiful," he said as he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. His voice was pure sin. "I want to see everything."

I couldn't look away.

Each button he undid revealed another slice of hard, perfect muscle. His chest was broad, his abs tight and ridged, his skin golden and flawless. My mouth went dry, my hands itched to touch him, to drag my nails over those muscles and feel them flex beneath my palms.

When his shirt dropped to the floor, my heart stopped. He was a god, carved from stone, and he was looking at me like I was already his.

Then his hands went to his belt.

I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to the massive bulge straining against his pants. My face burned hotter and hotter as he undid the buckle and slid the zipper down.

The moment he freed his cock, I gasped out loud.

It was huge. Thick, long, veiny, and impossibly hard. My stomach flipped in panic-there was no way that thing was going to fit inside me.

As if he read my mind, his lips curved into a dark smirk.

"Don't worry, baby," he said, stroking himself slowly, his hand moving up and down his thick shaft. "Your pussy was made for me."

I shivered at the way he said it, so certain, so commanding, like it wasn't even up for debate.

He stripped the rest of his clothes off and came down over me, his mouth claiming mine in another desperate, hungry kiss.

I kissed him back with the same fire, tasting myself on his lips, drunk on the heat of him.

When he pulled away, his mouth trailed down my throat, nipping and kissing as if he had all night. My body writhed beneath him, desperate for more, desperate for the stretch of his cock filling me.

Finally, he knelt between my thighs, his thick shaft in his hand as he lined himself up at my entrance. He slid his tip along my folds, coating himself with my arousal, teasing me until I was whimpering with need.

Then he pushed in.