Tempt Me Again

The hotel ballroom was glittering with women in silk dresses, swaying under dim chandeliers and the kind of laughter that only came from women who believed in happily ever after. But me, I swirled the champagne in my glass, barely listening to their giddy laughter and refilling my glass. My misery was yet to begin.

Nate Kliner, Leaning against the bar like he owned the place, looking infuriatingly good in that fitted white shirt, sleeves rolled up like he was effortlessly better than everyone here. I turned away quickly as possible but it was useless.

"Well, well, well, look who is still standing after being dumped for her best friend, don't tell me you are here to show the groom what he is missing huh?" He said with a smirk, his annoying laugh babbling at the back of his throat.

"Oh, great, you're here. How is that working out for you huh? I heard the groom stole your ex. I thought you'd be more territorial.

"Touché, So, are you here to celebrate or sabotage?"

"I could ask you the same question Nate"

"Well I'm here for the free drinks and to support my best friend and so far you are the highlight of the night"

I rolled my eyes, but heat pricked at my skin. "You're so full of yourself."

"You're still standing here, talking to me aren't you?"

I huffed a laugh "Trust me, it's only because I enjoy watching you crash and burn at social events being forced into wedding small talk."

"Admit it," he leaned in. "You missed me."

"You wish! I'm out of here, if I hear one more "they are such a cute couple" I will shove this glass down my throat."

"Before or after you ask me for a dance?"

"Goodbye Nate, enjoy the Party."

I turned to leave, but before I could take a step, his hand caught mine. In one swift pull, I was against him, his thigh slipping between mine, caging me between his legs as he sat against the barstool. His hands slid down to my waist.

I sucked in a breath. "Nate!"

"What? Afraid you won't be able to resist me?" He leaned in close his lips barely brushing my ear as he whispered, "Still thinking about last time?"

My stomach clenched. I could feel the heat of his breath, the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine. He wasn't letting me go. And worse I didn't want him to.

"Come on Solene, one dance."

I managed to free myself and as much as I wanted to take up on his offer, I didn't. I walked away hoping he would follow me.

In my room, I tossed my shoes aside, wiped the makeup from my face, and headed straight to the shower and let the hot water wash off the burnt out energy. I slipped into my robe, poured a heavy glass of Chardonnay, and reached for Scream for Us. I mean cheap wine and a dark rom book was the only therapy I could afford.

I was perched on the edge of the bed when a knock came at the door. I didn't ask who it was_I just opened it. And there he stood, hands shoved in his pockets, looking every bit the devil I should've slammed the door on... but didn't.

"Can I come in?" he asked his mouth tilted in a crooked smile.

I didn't say anything. I just stepped aside and let him and he got inside like he owned the place.

"So Nate, why did you leave the party, weren't you there to support your best friend?

"Got bored, same fake smiles, same predictable drama, I needed something real." His eyes dropped to the glass of wine in my hand, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Speaking of predictable, wine and your little books before bed? Really?" I rolled my eyes and took a slow sip.

"Better than getting drunk and embarrassing myself."

He laughed under his breath taking a shorter breath.

"Adorable, "Nice robe, by the way," he said. Trying to be innocent... It was almost convincing. I stared at him, his eyes looking like sin itself. He knew what he was doing to me and he liked it but I refused to give him the satisfaction of blushing.

"Don't get comfortable, You're not staying."

I stood to pour myself another glass but he was too fast. He grabbed me by my waist, took the glass from my hands placing it at the bedside table and spun me around, pinning me to the lamppost. His hands reached up to my neck, brushing my hair back as he pecked my lips briefly with his lips which were hot like a cigarette in the middle of the night or lime in a sweet and sour martini. His other hand slid down to the hem of my robe, fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of my panties.

"So wet already," He murmured.

I started whimpering my nails digging into his shoulders as he toyed with the edge of my undies, pulling it aside just enough to expose my folds. "You are such a slut for me, aren't you?" He slipped his fingers back between my legs this time pulling my panties a little down and plunging two fingers deep inside me without a warning. I let out a sharp cry, my body tightening around his fingers as he began to pump them in and out of me with a steady rhythm.

"Fuckfuckfuck, that feels so good." I drooled.

"Fuck, you are so tight, look at you taking my fingers so well" he groaned as his own arousal grew at the sight of my face contorting with pleasure. He held my neck with one hand and yanked my robe up and slammed me against the wall. My back arched as I let out a wanton moan, my hands flying to the metal pole for support. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You're mine today, my slut, my onahole, You'll take everything I give you and you will beg for more." His tongue slid against mine, sloppy and needy like he was trying to swallow every sound I made.

He slowly went on his knees while sliding the panties back on. He traced a slit with his fingers rubbing through the wet layer then found my hole and poked the lace inside it Fucking it into me until the crotch of my panties were stretched out and thin, looking like a frayed rope, barely covering anything anymore. He then grabbed it and pulled its elastic strings snapping until it ripped apart at both my hips then slid his tongue and rubbed the juices falling on my folds. His lashes subtly quivered as he lapped at my folds and slipped his tongue into me over and over, eating me out until he was gasping... until he got moans spilling out his glossy lips and... and... wait a minute, he was eating it as if he was the one getting pleasure while rubbing small circles over it with his finger. "O, ooh fuuuuck yes Nate." I yelped as he pulled away from my cunt. "Mmh pretty, I wish I could stay between your thighs forever." He shuttered. "Yes baby, we can make some arrangements." I teased.

Oh my, his pretty blue eyes fixated on my pussy, my puffy clit, my twitchy hole.. He was crazed and frenzied. Didn't even bother to hold back his slutty, boyish moans and I loved it. He paused for a split second, looking up to analyze my reaction. "You sound so pretty, baby." My moans were angelic to him. Each time he got closer to that sweet spot, he curled his fingers, rubbing against it just right then took them out. His fingers were covered with my juices as he brought them to my mouth and watched me suck on them which awakened a craving in me that felt like sin itself..

"Fuck me hard" I said. His brow raised at me saying,

"You sure that's what you want, baby, you sure you want me to fuck you just like that?"

"Yes play with me and fuck me until I can't breath."

"Phew! I love it when you show me how needy you are."

He loved how I needed to be fucked like a damn rag doll. He carried me and slammed me on the bed like a doll throbbing, soaking and aching like crazy pleading for him to fuck me. He took his belt off and I could tell how painfully hard he was because his dick was showing through his pants. The sight of his huge hard dick made my cunt throb even more.

"You like what you see? all this is for you." A confident smirk tugged at his lips as he watched me nod, spellbound by the sight of his impressive cock as he looped the belt around one of the vertical slats of the bed's headboard and wrapped it around my wrists. He then lowered his body and slid his hard dick inside me setting a steady rhythm without breaking eye contact with me while my hands trembled and my grasps turned into moans of pleasure as I felt his every inch. His thrust became deep as he stroked me then leaned down to kiss me before making his movements rapid, slamming into my sensitive pussy hard and fast at the perfect angle that I got scared of my orgasm lowering me into the fourth fucking dimension. My legs were shaking, my body was burning with pleasure that I had no choice but to surrender, open to him, body and soul. I placed my legs on his shoulders and moaned incoherently as his cock bullied my cervix and stroked my gummy walls with unrelenting fervor. The knot in my stomach was bound to break at any moment, the way he pulsated in and out of me was so hard that it made the belt snap, freeing my wrists that were tainted with bruises from the tight knots he had made and I quicly clutched on them sheets like I was looking for oxygen.

His sperm squelched out of me with every deep thrust and he loved the view of my thighs over his shoulders. His eyes, fixed on mine, were not only darkened by desire, but by a deeper, older, wilder need: that of belonging. He looked at me like I was a miracle he needed to secure, mark and claim so he paused for a moment and then with a slow deliberate shift, he leaned back drawing me back, his hands on my hips guiding them down until they settled into his lap. His eyes had a feral desire unraveling in front of mine as I held his dick and placed it inside of me. My tits were bouncing all up in his face and the feeling of my pussy clenching around his cock made him insane. His hand moved to steady on my hip, his other guiding his length to notch at my hole. My arousal coated his cock with one swipe.

"C'mon pretty girl, You can do better, Make a mess on my cock," I came with a loud cry, milking him for all he was worth. With a sly smile, I slowly removed myself out of his lap and slid one knee back then the one then turned around and placed my hands on the bed, arched my back and offered myself to him. I reached my arms back, subliminally begging him to grab me. He latched onto my hands, used them as momentum while he pounded himself into me. "H.. harder baby" I screamed.

"Mmmm this isn't enough for you pretty girl?".. He smiled, as the melody of my ass slapping against his balls grew louder.

He splayed a big hand across my stomach, just above my belly button, and I felt him pushing in, hardened inch by inch.

"Yeeees feel me all the way.."

He pushed down slightly on the growing bulge steadily sheathing himself deep inside me.

His pace turned brutal and deep, relentless thrusts pounding up into my soaked fluttering cunt as he chased my release on his thick cock, watching as my pussy greedily swallowed every inch, slamming front and back on him repeatedly, only to roll and gyrate my hips, his cock molded my gummy insides perfectly as his thick tip hit deep into my cervix, dragging swelteringly hot strokes back and forth as the sensitive veins lining his dick thumped.

My cries were getting more frequent, my muscles tensed up and he knew I was close which pushed him to the edge by the minute. I suddenly felt heat behind me as he moved closer to my body and I knew he was about to cum everything out of him.

Strained groan followed by thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep inside me and I was also climaxing. My greedy pussy clenched around his dick like a vice as he let out a wild moan. He held his dick and came all over my back dimples as the mixture of our cum soaked the sheets. He pressed a brief tender kiss to my swollen cunt and licked my stuff off his lips.

We were breathing heavily when he looked at me and whispered, "You have no idea what you do to me, You are my fucking addiction and I need you like a drug."