Areilla's pov

I woke up with my head spinning, nausea rolling through me, but the bigger shock was the heat of a solid body beside me. Blinking hard, I opened my eyes and froze.

A broad, tanned chest filled my vision, each ridge of his abs carved to perfection. My gaze trailed upward—sharp jawline, high cheekbones, lashes too long for a man, lips that looked sinful. Beautiful. That was the first word that hit me. Not the right adjective for a man, maybe, but fuck—no other word came close.

Reality hit me like ice water. The hotel room. The messy sheets. The faint taste of alcohol still lingering in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was partying with Lyla, celebrating my new job at Silva Group. She’d left with some guy, and I’d been drinking and dancing like the night would never end. That shouldn’t have landed me in a strange hotel bed with a stranger inside me.

Yes—inside me.

My breath caught as the heavy realization sank in. Something thick, hard, and pulsing filled my pussy. I didn’t even need to move to know what it was.

The stranger stirred beside me, eyes flickering open with the same shocked expression I must’ve had.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked, his voice low, raspy.

“Same question,” I shot back quickly, my throat dry. “I don’t remember seeing you yesterday. I was dancing and drinking… I definitely wouldn’t have forgotten a face like yours.”

One corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “So, you think I’m handsome, huh?”

Heat rushed up my cheeks. “You’re getting sidetracked.”

He leaned on one elbow, studying me with a cocky glint. “I was drinking at the bar, not dancing. But maybe I would’ve come after you anyway. Watching a hot girl dancing all alone? Tempting.”

My stomach flipped. “You think I’m hot?”

“Now who’s sidetracked?” His smirk deepened.

I rolled my eyes, trying to mask my embarrassment. “Whatever. Let’s just call it a one-night stand and move forward.”

“Yeah. Right.”

We both shifted at the same time, but froze instantly, our eyes locking when we realized—our bodies were still connected. His cock was still buried deep inside me.

My pulse skipped. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my waist and yanked me closer, driving himself deeper into my pussy. A strangled moan tore from my throat.

“Ahhh—”

His eyes darkened instantly, hunger sparking. “Fuck… your pussy is so tight, clenching around me like you don’t want to let go.”

He ground deeper, making me cry out again, my body betraying me, soaking him even more.

“Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck. “I don’t want this to end right now.”

My lips parted. “Maybe… we should make it a one-morning stand too.”

That was all it took. His expression twisted into something feral. With a sharp thrust, he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back inside me, his cock stretching me wide open.

“Fuuuck,” I gasped.

“Yeah, baby,” he hissed, his voice guttural. “So fucking wet already. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

His hips pounded into me, his rhythm brutal, relentless. He pressed his palm against my clit, rubbing hard as his cock drove deep, hitting my sweet spot over and over.

“Ahhh, deeper—fuck, go deeper!”

“Such a needy little slut,” he growled, spanking my ass hard before gripping it and pounding harder. “You want me to wreck you? Huh? Say it.”

“Yes, wreck me!” I screamed.

He smacked me again and fucked me like an animal, each thrust harder than the last. My nails clawed his back, my moans turning into screams.

“I’m—oh god—I’m cumming!”

“Cum all over my cock, baby. Make a mess,” he demanded, rubbing my clit ruthlessly.

The orgasm ripped through me, violent, explosive. My walls clamped down on him as I screamed his name into the room, trembling with release.

He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto all fours, grabbed my hips, and spread me open. Then his mouth was on me, hot tongue plunging into my oversensitive pussy.

“Fuuuck—ohhh god,” I moaned, nearly collapsing forward.

He devoured me like a starving man, tongue-fucking me while his fingers shoved deep inside me. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.

“Fuckkk,” I whimpered, rocking against his face.

He groaned against my cunt. “Give it to me. Cum on my tongue. Feed me, baby.”

That dirty command shattered me again, another orgasm flooding out of me onto his tongue and fingers. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my body going weak.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He flipped me back and straddled my stomach, his cock hard and glistening. I leaned up, licking his abs, his chest, teasing his nipples until he groaned deep. Then I slid lower, wrapping my hand around his cock—thick, long, intimidating.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” I whispered, stroking him.

His eyes narrowed with hunger. “Put that pretty mouth to work.”

I kissed the swollen tip, licked his entire length, then took him halfway into my mouth. His groan was guttural.

“Deeper,” he ordered, gripping my hair and shoving his cock down my throat until my eyes watered.

“Yesss, fuck,” he hissed, thrusting hard. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked my mouth mercilessly. Tears streamed down my cheeks, saliva and precum dripping down my chin.

“Look at you—my perfect little slut, choking on my cock,” he groaned, his thrusts getting rougher. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

He drove harder until I gagged, my throat spasming around him. That pushed him over the edge. With a strangled groan, he emptied himself down my throat, hot and thick. I swallowed every drop, my pussy soaking the sheets from watching him lose control.

Before I could recover, he kissed me hard, tasting himself on my lips. Then he shoved me back, spreading my legs wide.

“Your pussy’s dripping. Did sucking my cock make you wet, baby?”

“Yesss,” I moaned, writhing beneath him. “Please—fuck me again.”

“Such a greedy little slut,” he snarled, smacking my pussy until I yelped. Then he lined up and shoved his cock in to the hilt with one brutal thrust.

“Ahhh—fuckkk!” I screamed, my body arching.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. His pace was merciless, deep, punishing, his cock slamming into my g-spot again and again. He threw my legs over his shoulders and leaned down, sucking my nipples as he drove deeper.

“Ohhh fuck, yes!” I screamed, clutching the sheets.

“You like this, huh? Getting used like a whore?”

“Yes—yes, please don’t stop!”

He rubbed my clit with his thumb, pounding harder, faster.

“I’m gonna cum again—fuck, I can’t hold it!”

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he snarled, slapping my pussy.

I whimpered, begging, but his thrusts grew brutal, his thumb circling my clit faster.

“I can’t—I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, baby. Milk my cock dry,” he growled.

My orgasm tore through me, blinding, body shaking violently as I screamed his name. My pussy clenched him so tight he cursed, groaning as he fucked through it.

“Fuckkk—your pussy’s strangling my cock.”

With a final deep thrust, he groaned loud and spilled his load inside me, filling me to the brim. His pace slowed, both of us gasping, riding out the aftershocks.

When he finally pulled out, I collapsed against the sheets, trembling, body wrecked. He smirked, eyes lingering on the cum dripping from me.

“That,” he rasped, “was the best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

“Yeah,” I panted, still dazed. “Me too.”

We cleaned up quickly, got dressed in last night’s clothes, and walked out. The receptionist shot us a knowing look, remembering how we’d stumbled in last night kissing like we’d fuck right there in the lobby. My cheeks burned.

“Guess this is goodbye,” I said with a small smile.

“Maybe we’ll meet again,” he replied, lips twitching just enough to show the faintest dimples.

My heart skipped. Dimples. Fucking dimples. God really gave this man everything.

“We didn’t even ask each other’s names,” I realized.

“Maybe it’s better that way,” he said. “No stalking. No strings.”

He chuckled, and the sound almost killed me on the spot.

“Okay then… bye.” I waved, forcing myself into the waiting taxi.

“Bye,” he said softly, his eyes still on me until the door shut.

I slumped back into the seat, trying to steady my breathing, already dreading—and maybe craving—the thoughts that would come crashing back when I remembered this later.

Because how the hell was I supposed to forget the most mind-blowing sex of my life?

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