Chapter 3 One Night Stand

The man's lips seemed to be magic, because Celia found herself wanting to immerse herself in the kiss regardless of anything.

While kissing him, she fumbled to take off her clothes.

"Please... I want it. Please give it to me."

She bit the man's lips unscrupulously, slipped her tongue into his mouth, and tore his shirt off restlessly.

She was the one who had taken initiative, but she was the one who went limp and numb first. She was so excited that she even shed hot tears.

Suddenly, the man pushed her away, putting their kiss to an abrupt end.

Even he had to admit that no man could resist such a temptation. But he didn't want to take advantage of the poor woman. He had to stop her from doing something that she'd regret for the rest of her life.

"Calm down first," he said in a hoarse voice.

He forced himself to pull away from her, but Celia refused to give up. Without hesitation, she pulled off the wedding dress, revealing her curvaceous and sexy figure.

The man's eyes wandered to her wet underwear and his throat went dry. Before he could react, the woman wrapped herself around the man's body like a snake. Cupping his face in her hands, she gently stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. She slowly moved her hands forward and ran her fingers through his hair.

The man wanted to push her away again, but when he looked into her eyes, he was instantly shell-shocked.

Her eyes, lustful from the drug, were filled with unspeakable loneliness.

He couldn't help but be reminded of the car accident his brother, Mack Shaw, had orchestrated.

At the time, his twenty-year-old self had gotten into a bad accident with his mother. Albeit vague, he recalled that a girl had rushed them to the hospital. He was swimming in and out of consciousness at the time and wasn't able to get a clear look at her face.

Unfortunately, when he woke up, the girl had left, and his mother had passed away from her fatal injuries.

Over the years, he had been collecting evidence to prove that Mack was the mastermind behind the so-called "accident". He had also been inquiring about the whereabouts of the girl.

While he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly, he did remember her sad and beautiful eyes, which were extraordinarily unique and unforgettable.

She had to be about the same age as the girl in front of him now. Could they be one and the same?

He froze in place, thinking of the past silently.

By the time he came to his senses, he was met with a pair of round and delicate breasts.

It turned out that Celia had already stripped naked while he was distracted. She reached up and cupped her plump breasts, rubbing her buttocks against the man's hard cock.

Every time her fingertips touched her sensitive nipples, she'd feel a wave of numbness and pleasure.

By sheer instinct, she reached for the man's suit pants and held his erect dick. However, it was so huge that her small hand couldn't wrap around the shaft completely.

Although she didn't have any prior sexual experience, her gut told her that as long as she put this huge dick into her wet pussy, all her torture would end.

"Please, help me..."

She lowered her head and started kissing the man's chest, slowly making her way down to his abs. Then she stopped when she saw a wrinkled scar around his waist.

The scar encompassed a large area of skin, like a winding centipede, which was enough to frighten anyone who saw it.

But Celia seemed to be enchanted by the scar. She caressed it with her fingers and kissed it again and again.

"Sir, please help me. I feel so uncomfortable. Please..."

It was hard to tell whether she was begging the man or seducing him, but her voice was full of pitiful fragility.

The man's desire was overwhelming, but he was still a man of principle and was unwilling to take advantage of this girl. However, his heart was burning with lust and he had to do something about it.

He couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her back passionately, ripping all his clothes off simultaneously. The lewd sounds of their passionate kiss continued, mingled with gasps and panting. He subconsciously reached out to touch Celia's slender waist, stroking her delicate skin inch by inch. Finally, his fingertips wandered over to her wet pussy, but he didn't enter right away. Instead, he rubbed circles around her labia.

Celia arched her back and let out a low moan. Instinctively, she wrapped her slender legs around his waist, urging him to go further.

She had no prior sexual experience, but somehow she knew that such a position would make the both of them feel even more pleasure.

The man also felt an overwhelming sense of desire.

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers and pressed something thicker against the woman's sopping wet pussy.

Celia's body was shaking. She knew that the man's hard cock was knocking on her door, and she parted her legs further to let him in. The second the tip entered, she cried out, feeling that being fucked by the man felt so good.

She felt both pain and pleasure simultaneously.

"Oh, my God... It feels so good. Please... Fuck me harder..."

Her voice was soft and weak, but her words were music to the man's ears.

Their lower bodies rubbed against each other so hard Celia almost worried that they'd start a fire.

The woman's moans and breathless panting were like a drug to the man. His penis grew bigger and bigger inside her body, and he felt pleasure like he'd never felt before.

At this moment, he decided to let go of everything and wholeheartedly sent this girl and himself to a climax.

Celia's pussy was filled to the brim with the man's sperm as she herself convulsed from the waves of pleasure. She felt like she was riding a roller coaster.

She couldn't help but tremble in the man's arms, the fluids in her body gushing out as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She knew that she must've looked like a slut now, but she didn't care. When the climax died down slightly, she lay weakly and then used her last strength to pull the man closer for a kiss.

The ecstasy brought by the climax was still surging over her body. She kissed the man's lips and moaned with satisfaction.

It was not until her body gradually calmed down that she let go of the man's mouth, but her legs were still wrapped around his strong waist.

They had sex all night.