Chapter 1 A night

Chapter 1- a night stand

(Hayley's pov)

I was so much lost into the pleasure I felt. The wet kisses and the manly moans gave all the joy. I felt my hips swing to different directions as he kept turning me on. This time, I opened my eyes wide in realization!!! I was having sex with someone I never knew! "Who are you?" I stuttered trying to resists the fingers that were almost into me! And then once they got there!! Aw! My hormones couldn't fight the joy I felt from it; his touch sending shivers down my spines.. and then rows of kisses followed making me jump in ecstacy.

I said to myself, there is no way there could be more pleasure from the one I got. But it just kept on coming. After using his hands, his tongue played through my py and I felt a tingling electric shock in my body. Several parts of my body started moving all by itself unable to contain the excessive pleasure but I wanted more. I became crossed eyes when he penetrated me with his dik and few minutes later, I reached my summit and gave out a loud moan.

I was lost in the moment, consumed by the sensation coursing through me. His lips, trailing soft kisses, and the sound of his breath close to my ears sent ripples of pleasure down my spine.

My body responded instinctively, and my hips swung to every direction he led... But then my senses sharpened and realization stabbed at me, my eyes bulged in awe.

But then realization hit me so hard, I widened my eyes and questioned in a stuttering tone...

"What... What's happening? Who... Are you? " I stuttered though in a sharp tone , my voice shaking and then a mixture of need and confusion.

"Who are you?" I quested sharply. "What.... What's happening? Who... Are... You!" My voice sparsed in a sharp stutter, shaky and brimmed with confusion.

His hands explored me in pleasant ways, ways I couldn't deny sent my system in a craving hold. I wanted to resist, but my desire overwhelmed what I want.

My body flared with pleasure, so strong I was thrown into a pit of ecstasy.

My mouth gasped to elicit moans, proof of my raging gratification.

Every touch and kiss placed on me sparked an eternal flame of ardor within me. And it wasn't just that, his movements had me caged under the warm embrace of pleasure, soft and intense.

I felt a rush of heat crawling over my skin as his fingers moved with practiced precision, teasing me into submission. My breath hitched with each stroke, every nerve in my body screaming for more even as my mind fought to grasp the reality of the situation. Who was this man? How did I end up in this whirlwind of desire?

His lips brushed against my neck, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down my spine. I arched into him, my body betraying me, craving his touch despite the panic that flickered in the back of my mind. It was like I was being pulled into a

current, the waves of pleasure too strong to resist.

"I... I shouldn't..." I managed to choke out, though even I didn't believe it. My resistance crumbled with every touch, every moan that escaped my lips, and soon I was lost again, the question of who he was fading into the background of my desires.

The room felt hotter, smaller, like the only thing that existed was the heat between us. My body moved instinctively, following the rhythm he set, my mind only vaguely aware of how lost I had become in this moment. My skin was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need.

Just as I thought I couldn't handle any more, he pushed me over the edge, a rush of sensation crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body trembling as the release washed through me, leaving me breathless and weak.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound my ragged breathing. Reality slowly crept back in, and with it, the same question that had

haunted me before. "Who... are you?" I whispered again, but this time, there was no answer.

Only silence...

"I... I don't understand," I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to regain control, but it was useless. His hands, his mouth, everything about him was intoxicating, drawing me deeper into a haze of lust.

I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my skin as he whispered into my ear, his voice low and filled with dark amusement, "Does it matter?"

Those words sent a jolt through me, my mind scrambling for clarity, but it was fleeting. His hands slid lower, and I gasped, my thoughts scattering once more. My body was betraying me, bending to his will as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.