My irresistible boyfriend

POV SARAH

Ever since I was a child, I had always dreamed of being here. I still felt a little incredulous that it was all real, that I was living my dream in the best possible way.

My father bought me an apartment and said he would support me until I could find a job. That was great, because I had a place to stay, which was mine, and I didn't have to worry about rent.

Today was Friday and classes wouldn't start until the following week, so I had plenty of free time to enjoy the city. I didn't know what my schedule would be like after school started if I'd have enough time to balance work, college, and leisure. So it was good to make the most of it while I could.

I opened one of my suitcases and looked at the pile of clothes. I thought: "Shit, what am I going to wear?" My eyes found a little black dress and I smiled at the thought of how sexy I would look that night.

I took the dress and put it on. It was short and fitted my body perfectly, emphasizing my curves. I also chose a black leather jacket, even though it was summer, as I knew I might get cold somewhere with air conditioning.

I looked for my make-up bag among my things, pausing to think about where I could have kept it. Suddenly, I remembered that I had put it in my shoe bag. Seizing the opportunity, I also grabbed a pair of black boots that went perfectly with my outfit.

I opened my make-up bag and began my beauty ritual. Careful eyeliner highlighted my eyes, blush added a touch of color to my cheeks, mascara lengthened my lashes, highlighter highlighted my features and gloss finished off my lips. Satisfied with the result, I combed my hair and applied a little perfume, adding a final touch of sophistication to my look.

Deciding to leave the house, I looked up some bars on the Upper West Side. After all, if I was going out to meet people, at least they should be rich and interesting!

...

I came across a bar that I thought had a funny name, Pony Bar. I was a little disappointed to go in and find no decorations of ponies as if to play on the name. I sat down at the counter and the barman soon came to serve me. I ordered a drink and fiddled with my cell phone, completely distracted.

I was so glued to Instagram that I didn't even notice when a guy sat down next to me. He had a silly smile on his face, wore a formal black suit, and was quite attractive too.

"Hi!" he started the conversation with a broad smile.

"Ah, hi!" I smiled back.

"My name is Coule, nice to meet you." he nodded.

"I'm Sarah." I smiled back, taking a sip of my drink.

"Cool! Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"That's up to you." I shrugged.

"Right!" he turns to the barman and calls him over "Julian, make that special for our friend Sarah here.

Special? I hope that drink doesn't include a good night Cinderella.

"I see you come here a lot."

"Yeah, I work in the King building across the street, so I come here all the time."

"I see, well, it's my first time here," I say with a short smile, a little shy because of the closeness he's trying to create between us by leaning towards me to speak.

"It's great here, I'm sure you'll like it," he says cheerfully.

I confess I liked Coule a bit, he was very lively and had great energy.

"So... you're not from around here, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Hmm... and where are you from?"

"I was born in Brazil."

"Rio?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Haha, no." He was going to ask if I was from Rio.

"Hmmm, São Paulo?" is he still trying to guess?

So predictable...

"Not either! But it's close."

"Is it true that every Brazilian has a big ass?" He asks excitedly.

"No." I smile at the question. "Many do, but some not so much."

"Got it..." suddenly his cheerful look turns into a serious expression as he stares after me as if he's just seen a ghost

"Good evening, Mr. King."

"Good evening." the man says seriously.

Hearing that deep, beautiful voice, a shiver ran through me. Sensing his presence, Coule promptly got up and offered him a seat.

"Do you want to sit here?" he asked, his voice shaking

"Yes, I do," he replied harshly.

He got up and sat down next to me. I was confused by the sudden departure of the man who had been with me before. I watched him carefully as he ordered a whisky.

He was tall, with brown hair, black eyes, and fair skin. Tattoos could be seen on his hands, and one of them even appeared a little on his neck. Perhaps there were more tattoos hidden under that dress shirt, which made him even more attractive. Damn, he was a stunning man.

"Was Coule bothering you?" he asked, looking down at his glass and snapping me out of my reverie.

"What? No, of course not," I stammered, shaking my head negatively. I was taken aback, I'd never expected him to start a conversation with me.

"Good! Why are you alone?" he asked, squeezing his eyes shut as he questioned me.

"I don't know anyone here," I replied, shrugging.

"Got it..." He turned to look at the TV broadcasting a baseball game.

I decided to put my shyness aside and ignore the heat between my legs, trying to talk to him in a more relaxed way.

"So... why did you want to sit next to me?" I asked curiously.

"Because I wanted to," he replied firmly.

"Oh, because you wanted to..." I replied with a smile.

"Yes, I only do what I want," he said.

"That's good, then." I laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked seriously.

"Nothing," I replied, still laughing.

"Ah... nothing, got it." he took a sip of his whisky, muttering quietly: "asshole."

"Hey! Did you just call me an asshole?" I asked indignantly, but I found it funny.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" he retorted.

"Of course, there's a problem," I replied as if it were obvious.

"I don't care." he shrugged.

What an asshole!

I snorted, how could he be so unpleasant and still be so attractive to me?

He turned the glass over, drank all the remaining liquid, got up, and walked towards the exit. I just watched him.

"Are you coming or not?" he turned to me and asked.

"Me? What? But I haven't even paid yet," I protested.

"Your bill is already paid," he said.

"Oh, right." I agreed suspiciously.

I got up and followed him, even though I didn't understand why I was doing it. I hardly knew him, I didn't even know his name. We stopped in front of a very nice black Volvo. He opened the door for me and at that moment I realized what was happening.

"Hey! Why would I go in there? I don't even know your name, I don't know you. How do I know you don't want to kidnap me?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighed, and took a step closer to me. Only now did I realize how tall he was, he must have been almost a meter tall.

"Adam King, now you know my name. Are you coming in or not?" he said.

I hesitated for a moment but eventually went in. I didn't know what was happening to me, but even though I was an asshole, I was very curious.

I sat down on the seat and put my seatbelt on.

He did the same and started driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous.

"Somewhere," he replied seriously.

"Hmm, why is Coule so scared of you?" I asked.

"People are usually afraid of me," he replied.

"I can't understand why," I joked.

"You're so silly, aren't you?" he commented.

"Yes!" I replied with a smile.

He didn't say anything else, he carried on driving. I decided to break the silence.

"How old are you, Adam?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter," he replied.

"I'm just asking how old you are..."

"Yes, you ask a lot of questions."

"And you don't answer any of them properly," I snorted.

"Exactly."

I sighed and crossed my arms, giving up on asking him any questions. Fucking asshole, lucky he was hot and I was dying to give it to him.

"Why did you do it?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Because I wanted to." I mimicked his previous answer to me.

"Why did you do it? Answer me." he insisted.

"Because you won't answer my questions," I replied, slightly upset.

"So you're getting angry?" he asked, with a little smile on his face.

"No, I'm not angry." I crossed my arms.

"Uh-huh, got it."

He drove into a building and parked the car. We got out and took the elevator. He went up quickly, but it felt like an eternity with him next to me, staring at me unashamedly. I felt my body burn, I didn't know how I could still stand, my legs were shaking like an angry pinscher.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, opening into his house, which was beautiful and huge.

"Hmm, so this is your slaughterhouse?" I commented, trying not to look nervous.

"Yes." For the first time, he laughed, and I liked that.

"I have good taste," he said.

"You're very conceited." I smiled.

"Shut up," he said, moving closer to me.

"What?"

At that moment, he pushed me against the wall and put a hand on my neck.

"I told you to shut up," he said in a quiet voice.

I pressed my lips together and decided to keep quiet. Maybe it would be better for me to obey him.

"Good girl." he gave a short smile. "Come on."

He let go of me, started walking again and I followed him in silence.

POV SARAH

I follow Adam into a beautiful suite, admiring his good taste. He closes the door and starts unbuttoning his shirt, while I just watch, not sure what I should do now.

I can't look away from his defined, tattooed abdomen. My God, he's going to break me in half, look at the size of that arm...

"Look, Sarah, I'm going to explain something to you in case you haven't understood. I'm in charge here and you do it, always. Understand?" he says, leaving me a little startled.

He moves closer to me and makes me look into his eyes.

"Relax, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to," he reassures me.

I decided not to ask him how he would know what I wanted or didn't want because I knew he wouldn't answer.

"Now take off your coat and shoes," he orders.

I obey, starting with my coat and then taking off my boots. He watches intently as I do this, and when I finish, he just stands there, staring at me, which makes me even more shy.

Finally, Adam comes closer, putting his hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him. As soon as my body collides with his, I feel an electric wave run through my body, sending a shiver through my hair and a sigh escaping my lips.

Adam darkens his gaze on me. He has the devil in his eyes, it's as if he's about to devour me. His hand slides down the side of my body until it reaches my chin, grasping it and pulling me into a slow, provocative kiss.

His hand goes down to my ass and squeezes it hard, while the other rests on my neck. I feel my body burning more and more, as if there were a fire burning in my intimacy, making me squirm with desire for that man.

I slowly move my hand down his chest and abdomen, about to reach his member, when he grabs my hand.

"Only when I tell you to," he whispers in my ear. "Now turn on your back."

I obey, and he pushes my body against the bed, lifting my dress a little. His hand slides down my ass, squeezing it, and then he removes my panties.

I look back, curious to see what he's going to do next. Just then, I feel his finger slip past my entrance, making my body shudder and a mischievous smile breaks out on his face as he realizes how wet I am.

He notices me staring and gives me a serious look, telling me to stop looking. I quickly turn my face forward.

His finger enters and begins to play with me in a slow, torturous rhythm. I can't help moaning when he inserts another finger, causing me a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Get on all fours now!" he ordered, pulling his fingers out of me.

I did as he asked, positioned myself, and waited, listening to him taking off his pants behind me, then he came closer and ran his hand down my back under my dress, making me unconsciously push my ass up a little more, practically hypnotized by his touches.

I heard the sound of fabric tearing, bringing me out of my trance, it was my dress, he had torn my dress...

"It's much better now." I could see the little smile on his face as he said that, even without looking at him

How can it be so... so... I thought about it for a while, trying to find a word in my head, but as soon as I felt him filling me up all at once, all I could think about was how fucking hot this guy was.

I let out an involuntary moan, there was a discomfort in having him there, but I didn't care, I liked the pain, which when mixed with pleasure, became something addictive.

That's how I was feeling now, screaming with pleasure as he pushed himself inside me, deeper and deeper, making me wonder how big he was inside me.

He continued penetrating me firmly, his strong hands gripping my waist with a voracious determination. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, making me arch my back and let out uncontrollable moans. I felt overwhelmed and surrendered to the desire that was consuming us.

As he filled me, my thoughts wandered between the overwhelming sensations he was giving me and the intensity of the situation itself. I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and indescribable pleasure. The friction of our bodies, the combination of pain and ecstasy, created an explosive mixture that left me yearning for more.

His every thrust was like an accurate blow, hitting the most sensitive points of my being. I could barely control the words that escaped my lips, revealing the pleasure he was causing me. My nails dug into the bed in search of support as I gave myself completely to this forbidden experience.

His husky, authoritative voice echoed in my ears, increasing my arousal even more. He knew exactly how to push me to the limit, how to unlock my most hidden desires. Every lewd word that escaped his mouth made me shudder, wanting him to take me beyond what I had already experienced.

My body was crying out for more, and he seemed to know every part of me. With a firm hand, he slapped my buttocks, further intensifying the sensations that overwhelmed me. It was as if he could read my deepest thoughts, understanding exactly what I needed at that moment.

I was so close to climax, feeling my orgasm approaching in rising waves of pleasure. Each thrust, each touch, pushed me closer and closer to the precipice. However, just as I was about to plunge into that abyss of ecstasy, he stopped abruptly.

Frustration, excitement, and an overwhelming desire intertwined inside me. I tried to move in search of some relief, but all in vain. It was a delicious torture, a provocative pause that left me yearning for more.

"Adam," I mumbled, my voice full of desire and pleading.

"Huh? What?" he asked, apparently confused.

"Why did you stop?" my voice came out snotty, begging him to continue.

"What's the matter? Did you want more?" he still sounded playful.

"I was about to..." I whimpered, frustrated at the interruption to my imminent pleasure.

"Really? My little whore was about to come?" he teased, arousing a mixture of arousal and indignation in me.

POV SARAH

My pussy twitched when I heard him call me that, and I know he felt me squeeze it. But I just shook my head in agreement, trying to ignore the fact that it made me even hornier to hear it.

"Then ask me..."

"Please. Please, Adam, let me come..." he began to move again, making me think that I didn't need to ask anymore

"Keep begging bitch." he ordered, slapping my ass

"Please let her go, Adam," I begged between moans. "Please."

I kept begging and moaning a few more times. As I begged, he increased the speed, making me moan even more, and it was even harder to speak.

Then he pulled out of me and turned me over on my stomach, climbed on top of me, and penetrated me again. His face was buried in my neck, biting me and kissing me.

"Now you can cum." He whispered in my ear and stood up, changing his slow rhythm to a frantic one, making me delirious and scream with pleasure.

His hands clasped around my neck, making me squirm and scream with pleasure, or try to since I was completely out of breath. Then I finally felt his orgasm invade me, making my body arch off the bed while my eyes rolled back, indicating that I had come too.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing over me, staring at me in an indecipherable way. Then the big man lay down on the bed next to me, I was a little taken aback by his attitude, I thought there would be more, and I wanted more...

I ran my eyes over him, taking a closer look at the details of his body, from his perfectly drawn face, and his abdomen full of drawings and letters, to his cock, which was still hard. I bit my lips wondering how it could fit into me, it was a monster, huge and well-sculpted, probably the most beautiful cock I've ever seen...

"Sarah," Adam calls out, snapping me back to reality. "What are you looking at?" he asked with a sly smile and an arched eyebrow

I opened my eyes wide and felt my face burn with embarrassment, I had been staring at his member for a time I didn't even know what it was.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

"I... hmm... nothing." I stared at the ceiling, feeling like crawling into a hole with so much shame.

"Nothing? Are you sure?"

I nodded, still staring at the ceiling.

"Don't lie to me, Sarah." He now spoke in a serious, authoritative voice, and I was certainly a little afraid of him. "Answer my question"

"I was thinking about how big your cock is," I said completely defeated, I didn't want to expose myself like that, it was embarrassing

"Got it." he laughed. "Come here."

I obeyed and crawled closer to him. As soon as I got closer, his hand grabbed my neck, pulling me closer.

"You look so scared now, seeing how big I am, but you didn't complain a bit when I shoved it in you." I widened my eyes when I heard his words, making me blush even more. "Now you're going to be a good girl and you're going to sit on me until I tell you to stop, understand?" He whispered hoarsely in my ear

I nodded and even though I was still a little embarrassed, I wrapped my legs around his hips, slid his cock into my entrance, and sat down slowly. I bit my lips, feeling him fill me, and began to move calmly, to get used to the size.

Soon, I was bouncing and moaning on top of Adam like a real whore, he was just appreciating me, yes, his gaze on me was as if he was looking at the most beautiful work of art, which made me a little shy. His big hands squeezed my thigh and scratched it from time to time, as well as my ass and waist, going up to my breasts and neck. My whole body was now marked by his fingers and nails.

It wasn't long before I was almost there, so I sat down faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. Adam held his finger to my clitoris, massaging it, my whole body shook and for a second I stopped to rest my body after an orgasm

"Not for Sarah," he ordered.

My legs were already tired, but I had to keep going, he had ordered me not to disobey him. Even though I was tired, I jumped on top of him again, causing spasms all over my body and torturous moans, I was very sensitive now.

Adam sat up and put his hand on my neck, moving it up and down, helping my body somewhat. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, how could he do this to me? no one has ever made me feel as much pleasure as I'm feeling right now

I fell apart on top of him with a scream, his moan and the sensation of hot liquid flooding me confirmed that he too had reached his limit. I put my hands on his chest with my arms stretched out, my head fell forward and there I stayed, exhausted.

"Can I stop now?" I asked breathlessly

"Yes, you can," I said, laughing

He was finding the state I was in very amusing

"Are you tired?" he asked

I just nodded yes

"You've been a good girl today, Sarah," he said, patting the top of my head, "you can rest now.

I got off him and lay on the bed panting, I didn't intend to get off so soon, the bed was so soft... Adam's strong arm pulled me by the waist, making me glue my back to his bare chest. His fingers slid down my body, making me feel so relaxed that I ended up falling asleep.

...

I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until I woke up, rolled over in bed, opened my eyes, and saw Adam, his back against the headboard, staring at me seriously. My glass froze, I didn't know if he would have minded me sleeping there, I hate being a nuisance.

"Good morning," I said, trying to sound normal.

"Morning." He said and went back to looking at his cell phone.

"What time is it?" I asked sleepily.

"2:00 p.m."

"Did I sleep all that?" I asked wide-eyed, embarrassed by my inconvenient attitude.

"I guess you were pretty tired." Now he had a smug little smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I think I'd better go, I shouldn't have slept here, I'm sorry," I said as I sat down on the bed.

"You're not leaving," he said, still looking at his cell phone.

"Why not?" I asked confused.

"Because I'm saying you're not.

"Hmm... I could run away!" I joked.

"I ripped your dress unless you don't mind going around naked."

"You tore it on purpose so I wouldn't leave!" I said incredulously.

"Maybe." he laughed. What the fuck? Why doesn't he want to let me go?

"I know I'm irresistible, but it's not that big a deal either," I joked, trying to disguise my nervousness and fear.

He laughed a lot, his laugh was so good that it made me laugh unconsciously too.

"What's so funny?" I asked, still smiling.

"You're such an asshole."

"Maybe I am, but what the hell?" I shrugged.

He ignored it.

"But now it's serious, I have to go." Now I was serious, looking at him.

"I've already told you that you're not leaving now," he replied simply, looking at me.

"Are you going to feed me at least?" I asked.

"No, I'll leave you to starve. Dumb girl." I said sarcastically.

"Why are you like that?"

"Because I am."

I rolled my eyes. Why so ridiculous?

"Why did you roll your eyes?" he asked.

"Because I did," I replied in a huff, just like he does with me.

"Why did you roll your eyes?"

I sighed before answering.

"Because you're very..." I thought of one word.

"Very...?"

"Very...?" A million words ran through my head, trying to fit his definition.

"Very...?"

"Presumptuous! That's it."

"Yes! I am." he smiled sarcastically.