I managed to get away from the party and climb the staircase to the room I shared with my fiancé, Lucas. It was our engagement party, and after the official gathering with Lucas's parents at their company, we decided to head back to his townhouse and party with just our friends. His friends, actually. His friends were snobs who didn't like associating with people from the lower class. Lucas was super rich, and that meant all his friends were rich too. I, on the other hand, was from a poor family and worked in Lucas's family's company as a junior staff member. That was how we met and fell in love. Many people were against our relationship, especially his parents, but he defied them and engaged me. So now they just had to ignore me because there was nothing else they could do.
I stumbled my way to the hallway where the rooms were. I opened the knob on my right and let myself into the room. The room was already filled with light. I took off my shoes and clothes and climbed into the bed, my eyelids heavy and my body swaying slightly from the haze. I had drunk just two glasses, but I was very drunk. I just wanted to sleep till the next day.
I was just about to doze off when I felt a manly hand wrap around my waist, followed by a deep sigh. I smiled to myself, my lips curving lazily in the dim glow. Lucas. The man moved closer to me, and I could feel him press his body against mine, his warmth enveloping me like a blanket. I could feel his hard-on press against my back. I arched my hips instinctively, a soft hum escaping my throat, so that it could nestle between my butt crack. His hands crept up slowly, fingers tracing my skin, and cupped my breasts, his grip firm yet teasing.
"Hmmmm," I moaned sleepily, my voice muffled against the pillow, my eyes fluttering shut in contentment.
He took that as encouragement, his breath quickening against my ear, as he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, sending sparks through my body. I was now moaning loudly from his touch, my back arching slightly, and I adjusted my position so that his cock, which was already rock hard, was against the entrance of my pussy.
He leaned down, his stubble grazing my skin, and latched onto the side of my neck, biting and kissing with a hungry intensity that made me gasp. I knew that I would have a hickey on my neck, the mark blooming red under his lips, but I didn't care. I felt so horny that it didn't matter to me that people were having a party downstairs, their laughter faintly echoing up the stairs.
I took one of his big veiny hands, feeling the rough texture of his palm, and guided it to my pussy, which was already wet from what we were doing. His fingers slipped down from my clit to my folds, coating them with my juices, and he brought them to my nipple. He pinched the nipple so hard that I jerked against him, a sharp cry leaving my lips, and then moaned when the pain subsided into a throbbing pleasure. He repeated the action again, except this time he brought his fingers to my mouth. Without even thinking about it, I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked on them like my life depended on it, my tongue swirling greedily. My actions surprised me—I had never considered myself a sex freak to do something like that. I had always stuck with the traditional vanilla sex. Maybe it was the alcohol, but whatever it was, I loved it, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
He returned his finger to my clit and rubbed gently against it, his touch light but insistent, building the pressure inside me. He kept on rubbing my clit until my orgasm tore into me, and I screamed, my body convulsing, fists clenching the sheets as waves of ecstasy rolled through me.
I was still coming down from my high, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, my skin tingling, when I felt him lift my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs firmly. The next thing I felt was his erection against my pussy. When I felt the head against my opening, I froze, my brows furrowing in confusion. He was definitely bigger than he usually was. Was it the alcohol? Did alcohol make men bigger?
Before I could find an answer, he started pushing into me, and I forgot everything that was on my mind, my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. Fuck, he felt divine. I could feel his cock stretching my walls, my inner muscles clenching around him involuntarily. He was definitely bigger. And thicker. I could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against me. I could feel his tip rubbing along my cervix in an oddly pleasurable, yet somewhat uncomfortable caress. My cunt continued to expand and swallow his cock, my hips shifting restlessly to accommodate him.
He kept on pushing until he was buried to the hilt. I had never felt so full. It was like I could feel him everywhere, my toes curling and my fingers digging into the mattress. I felt like he'd already hit the end of me. He came to a halt. He was completely still inside of me now, waiting for me to adjust, and to let the tight grip of my cunt relax. His breath was harsh in my ear, hot and uneven, and I could tell he was holding himself in check, his body tense against mine.
I pushed myself closer to him as a sign of encouragement, my ass grinding back against his hips with a needy wiggle. Luckily, he understood it and started moving his hips, his hands tightening on my waist. At first, he started with a slow and deep movement, each thrust deliberate, making me whimper softly. Then it got harder—he would withdraw almost entirely, leaving me empty and aching, and then slam back into my pussy with force, his hips snapping forward. Then, he started thrusting faster into me. I could feel an orgasm building swiftly, my face contorting in pleasure, mouth open in silent gasps.
"It feels so good. Don't stop," I said, reaching down between my legs and touching myself, my fingers circling my clit frantically.
He increased the tempo and started pounding into me roughly, his grunts mixing with the slap of skin on skin.
"You like that, don't you?" he groaned into my ear, his voice low and gravelly.
My body froze for a second, a shiver running down my spine. Even with the blurry state of my mind, I knew that wasn't Lucas's voice. Was my mind playing tricks with me? My eyes widened slightly in the darkness, but the fog of arousal clouded my thoughts.
Before I could ponder on it, I felt him bite on the sensitive spot on my neck, his teeth grazing just right, and that made me explode. My head tossed back as I moaned out my release, my neck exposed, body shuddering violently. I could feel tremors in my pussy, and my legs were shaking uncontrollably, quivering in his grasp, that he had to hold my legs still to continue pounding hard into me.
I felt my back arch on its own, as my body pushed itself down on him, trying to take him completely inside, my muscles straining with effort.
"Don't stop. Make me cum again." I pleaded, the pleasure I felt making me delirious to my actions, my voice breathy and desperate. I had never been this wild in the bed before. He heeded my pleas and went faster, his pace relentless, so that I kept cumming without stop, one orgasm blending into the next, my cries echoing in the room.
He nipped my ear with his sharp teeth before growling, "I'm going to cum so hard and so far inside of your sweet tight little pussy."
All of a sudden, he let out a howl and began to unload spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum deep in my pussy, his body jerking with each release, his fingers digging into my hips.
I felt him kiss my neck softly, his lips lingering tenderly...something he had never done in the past. He had always left to clean up himself the moment he was done. Something about the kiss was so soothing, warm and gentle against my flushed skin, that I dozed off immediately, my body relaxing completely.