STEAMY NIGHT OF PASSION
REECE'S POV
There was something about this voice that was soothing and made it difficult to resist him.
My common sense was screaming at me to be cautious but damn caution! This man was everything I have ever dreamed of and as I made my last step into delulu land, I knew I was doomed right from the start.
How did I even manage to think Brendan was an ugly ogre? I have thought of different kinds of things that could be wrong with him and I could not have imagined that he would be as dreamy as this. I cannot wait to tell Kim the whole story.
I watched him walk towards the couch and take a seat without making a move to get out of his clothes. My hands reached for the tiny arm of the gown I wore and pulled it down.
I stood there in nothing but a pair of pants and a bra. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I raised my hands to cover myself but he raised a hand to signal that I stopped. He suddenly got up and moved towards me. I could smell the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath and I sighed as I wondered just how drunk he was but it did not matter to me. He struck me as someone who knew what he was doing.
"Get on the bed."
I did as I was told. Maybe this was not the exact first meeting I had dreamed of with my prince charming but here we go.
He stood in front of me and let his right hand slide down my neck as I sighed impatiently. My mind went to the fact that a drunk person would not be in control of himself and he would go unconscious anytime from now and I wonder if he would do this all night.
My hands went to his shirt and he raised an eyebrow at me without making any of me stop me soon, I had his shirt off and then went to his trousers. As soon as it was off, I heard him curse under his breath.
"Fuck!"
He spun me over and in one swift move, he slid into me, and without waiting for anything he began to thrust hard and fast. I could not help my moans and it seemed like the moans threw him into a frenzy as he went harder with reckless abandon. I tried to turn to face him but he made sure I couldn't.
He must like to have sex this way or that was just what he wanted to do at that time but why would it only be about what he wanted? I could not complain as I felt him come and we collapsed in the bed.
I climbed into the bed with him and when I thought we were going to sleep, I felt him pull me closer to him and then he began to fuck me from the rear again. This time, he went a little inhumanly faster and I almost wanted to beg him to take it easy but I was afraid he would stop everything entirely.
His hands roughly cupped my breasts as he continued to thrust harder and faster and I could feel tears coming out of my eyes as I could not hold it anymore I grabbed his hands, it was an attempt to make him stop but he came at that time. His fingers began to play with my clitoris while the free hand massaged my breasts as he whispered some words to himself. I was too lost in the moment to wonder what he was saying but I'm sure it is not even important.
"It's crazy, right?"
I heard him grumble something that sounded like a what but it wasn't clear.
"I never thought you would have this kind of effect on me at all. I thought you would be a very ugly man and that I would have a good reason to not push on with this."
"Hmmm…"
"I don't want this night to end but I also cannot wait to see what you would be like during the day and also tell my dad and best friend about you. By the way, I got you a gift."
"You talk too much!"
I heard him say as he raised one part of my legs and thrust into me again. I must admit I might have been having the best night of my life but are we doing this for the rest of the night and why won't he have sex with me in any other way than from the rear?
"Do you think I am ugly?"
"I do not know."
That was vague. Let me try again, perhaps he just wasn't very good at expressing himself.
"This is what you want, right."
"Yes."
"So, I met your expectation?"
"All of them, except for the part where you just cannot stop talking."
"I'll stop talking then, I just have one…."
He shook violently as he came and let go of me. He rolled to the other side of the bed and when I looked back at him, he was fast asleep.
I sighed deeply and soon, I slept off and when I woke. In the morning, I could not find him in bed but he left a note and under it was an envelope.
"That is your pay for the night. The maids will get you your dress when you are ready to leave. Barry."
Who the hell is Barry and what is this about "a pay"? All of this is now very confusing as I heard my phone ring, it was my dad.
"You petulant child! How dare you stand Brendan up?"
"Stood who up? I have no idea what you are talking about! I have just spent the night with Brendan and will soon be on my way. Talk to you later Dad."
"No, you won't. I don't know the fool you spent the night with but it was not Brendan. come home right away and explain yourself!"
Oh my God!
I checked the note again.
Barry? Brendan?
Who the h