Chapter 3 Strangely luring

Chapter three

Liya

The peculiar man looked at me, he was using his eyes to take my clothes off my body, I couldn't wait for him to use his hands to take them off. My pussy was screaming to be touched by him. I could not tell what he was thinking about or what he was about to do because not only was his face expressionless, but he also said little to nothing and he didn't question me. Maybe he was the type to start talking after we got intimate I thought so I didn't bother, I just wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was already dripping wet and he was kissing my neck, which made it harder to endure, I could not take it anymore. "Please fuck me," I let out, unable to control myself anymore. I lifted his face from my neck and brought his mouth to mine. This was definitely not the best time for me to get fucked by a random man in the club. I swore to myself that after my break up with the one person I thought was the love of my life, I would give up on men. I tried though. Six different relationships, six different guys. I must admit, I broke up with four out of six but my last relationship was painful to walk away from. That toxic fucker. I told myself I was still on my path of finding redemption and my encounter with this very clean-cut and fuckable man in between my thighs didn't mean anything. I was supposed to be on my way home after dancing on the stage for those woman-hungry men but I could spare some time I thought. I dived into his mouth and kissed him deeply but he took my hand off his face and held them together. He was stopping me from touching him and I wanted to run my fingers through his body. He stopped kissing me and pushed me to lay on the table and I did immediately, I was being too submissive but I did not care, I just wanted him to fuck me. He pushed my dress upward and he made it look so easy, it was like he did things like this often but I was definitely not judging a man for something he was good at. I wanted to bring him closer to me but he held my hands together on the table, making it inconceivable to feel him. It was obvious that he did not want me touching him so I just took it off my mind and focused on him fucking me. "Fuck yeah..." I whimpered as the rest of my voice vanished in my throat, the way he pushed into me was hasty and fast, it made my eyes roll backward. My nipples got hardened by the sensation that ran through my body. "Yes, please. Fuck me harder." A shrill moan of joy spurted from my mouth and he increased his intensity. He listened to me, his grip on my hands got stronger and tighter. He sighed and gasped then gathered my hands in his palm and he continued pushing inside me, pleasing my pussy and making me moan even louder. I enjoyed every single time he drove his cock into my pussy, I imagined what his flavor would taste like if he was to fuck me in my mouth but I doubt if that would happen. He flipped me backward and continued fucking me, he held my hands together and pushed inside me, slapping my ass with his midsection when he pushed or he shoved inside me. I moaned louder and I could swear I heard him moan too but I was not entirely certain that he did. We continued fucking for a while before I heard him breathe hard and I confirmed that his had finished. I was not totally sure that he poured his liquid inside me so I gathered myself and turned to ask him but he was no longer with me, his back turned to me as he left the VIP section in a hurry. "What the fuck," I murmured to myself and packed my stuff together. *** I left the club immediately after the fuckery and headed up, I shouldn't have stayed this long outside. I had a job to show up very early in the morning but it was unattainable for me to close my legs and overlook sex. I got into my car and drove out of the club premises. I thought about how he just fucked me and left, he didn't say anything to me. I started to remember all the major sad times I had gone through in my life. The time I was an outcast at my foster home because of the dreams I had frequently and the way I always ended up with toxic partners. I always did this thing when I felt sad or stupid, I thought about sad things that had happened to me, and it just assisted me to forget about it. I was very spooky but I guess everyone had their own way of getting past their shit. *** My alarm woke me up and I got up immediately, I wasn't about to arrive late for my new job. I got clothed and made a fast breakfast, I always choose waffles and toppings, accompanied with my daily cup of coffee, specifically black coffee with no milk at all. My phone beeped and I quickly left my breakfast to check what it was. I checked the message and it was a money transfer alert. "Fucker," I let out, chuckling and grabbing my bags. I grabbed my cup of coffee and headed to my car, I wore my pink scrub and my hair was packed up like always but it looked messy. The mystery man sent me money, was he paying for fucking me? I thought. This was another reason to tell me not to lose myself, I never really had luck with men and I promised myself not to try anymore. The drive to my patient's house was silent, I refused to play my music. I just pondered and tried to compile my mind together because I need all my focus at work. Being a caregiver was my favorite role of my life because I had the opportunity to make an impact on people's lives. I got to the house and I was in shock at how big the mansion was. I knew the man was an immense person but this was bigger than I expected. I was welcomed and directed to my patient immediately. I walked into his room and he was conscious. The last report I got on him yesterday before I went to the club said that he was unconscious but it didn't seem like it anymore. I should have checked the updated report on him before coming here, I forgot. I really need to get my shit together. "How are you today Alex?" I spoke out when I walked into the room, and the guy who sat next to her tilted his head in my direction and my chest tightened unexpectedly. The man sitting by my patient was the unknown man from the club. Can my life stop getting problematic? I thought, shit just appeared to follow me always. We held stares with him before he looked away, he nodded at Alex, and walked out of the room. Fuck, this dude must have a socializing condition, he just dismissed my presence and acted like he did not remember how we fucked each other and how I craved for his touch last night. I shook my head and moved closer to Alex. He looked better today, I tried to concentrate on him but my mind couldn't help but wander to the mystery guy. I was curious to find out about his relationship with Alex.