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The club, a renowned hotspot for the wealthy, was about an hour's drive from my apartment. As we arrived, the bouncers' eyes widened, and they quickly composed themselves when Layla flashed our VIP pass. We entered the club, and Layla dragged me to the bar, where we indulged in shots and danced the night away. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was electric.
We danced wildly, our bodies swaying to the beat, lost in the moment. Layla was getting cozy with a stranger who looked eerily familiar - the same model-like features as the hot stranger from the mall! I pushed the thought aside, focusing on our wild night. We danced and laughed, our inhibitions fading with each shot. As the night wore on, I felt a sudden surge of desire to let loose and pop my cherry. I excused myself to get some shots, hoping to boost my confidence. Layla gave me a knowing look, and I knew I was thinking the same thing - tonight was the night.
As I waited at the bar, I heard a familiar voice - "Hi, Princess." A hot breath caressed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turned around, and there he was - Mr. Crazy Stranger, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. "May I have a dance with you, Princess?" he asked, his husky voice sending thrills through me. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Why should I?" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his face inches from mine. "Because, Princess, I know the effect I have on you. I can see it in your eyes, the way your body responds to mine. You want to let go, to feel alive. And I'm the one who can give it to you." I felt a rush of heat, my mind racing with the possibilities. I thought to myself, "This stranger is the perfect candidate to help me pop my cherry." I looked up at him, my voice barely above a whisper, "Yes."
His eyes darkened, and he scanned me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my curves. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, and my skin tingled with anticipation. The dress I wore was already revealing, leaving little to the imagination, but his gaze made me feel like I was naked. He took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, and led me to the dance floor. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was lost in the rhythm. He pulled me close, our bodies pressed together, and I felt the heat radiating from his skin. His scent, a mix of cinnamon and citrus, filled my senses, making my head spin.
He took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, leading me to the dance floor. The pulsating music and lost crowd fueled our desire. He pulled me close, our bodies pressed together, and I felt his skin's heat. His cinnamon and citrus scent filled my senses, making my head spin. I was lost in his touch, almost forgetting my mission to 'pop my cherry.' I swayed my hips harder, placing my hand on his neck from behind, grinding against him with a seductive intensity. He noticed, turned me to him, and latched his lips onto my neck. His hot lips sent blissful shivers down my spine.
'What are you doing, Princess?' he asked, his breath fanning over my neck. 'Just dancing,' I replied, biting my lips seductively. 'The fuck you are,' he said, his eyes darkening as his voice turned husky. 'I want to own you, dominate you, make you feel things you've never felt before... fuck your brains out, touch and worship your body.' He dragged me closer, his lips crashing onto mine. I kissed him back with equal energy, parting my lips to let him in. Our tongues fought for dominance as he held me tighter, my hands digging into his hair. I jolted up when I felt something hardened, stopping the kiss that left me breathless and my legs like jelly. He held me, his eyes darkening as he gazed at me. 'This is what you do to me, Princess,' he said in a husky tone, his jaw clenched.
As I gazed down at his pants, his eyes darkened, and he growled, 'You have no idea what you do to me, Princess.' His husky tone sent shivers down my spine. 'I want to show you things you've never felt before, but not here.' He promised, his voice low and velvety. 'Just you and I, in a more private place.' I nodded, speechless, and he smiled, 'Good girl.' I followed him as I located Layla, who was lost in a passionate embrace with Christopher, the model from the store.
I faked a cough , interrupting their moment. "I'm heading out," I said, "and won't be back until tomorrow." Layla gave me a knowing look, and I flushed, glaring at her playfully. We excused ourselves, and Mr. Stranger led me to his sleek BMW. "Where are we going?" I asked softly. He locked his eyes onto mine, "You'll see soon enough." The engine purred to life, and we sped off into the night, the tension between us palpable.
We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional passing car. I gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur by, and wondered where we were headed. Mr. Stranger's hand brushed against mine, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. I turned to him, and he gave me a sly smile. "Almost there," he said, his voice low and husky.
After driving for about five minutes more, he pulled up to a very expensive-looking hotel that boldly stated 'Donovan Royal Hotels.' My tipsy mind flashed back to the fact that I have work to go to the next day, but I shrugged it off, thinking, 'We only live once.' We got down from the car and entered the grand hotel. I took in the view of the hotel - it's a very luxurious hotel with fine lighting, and the interior decor of the reception area is exquisite.
Mr. Stranger placed his hand on my back, sending thrills through my body. We walked to the reception area, and immediately, we got there, the girl on the counter sat up wide-eyed and cleared her throat. 'Mr. Jeremiah,' she greeted with so much respect. She greeted him more like a boss-worker relationship compared to a normal friendly-looking receptionist. I thought to myself, maybe he's just a regular respected client, and I shook it off. They made a kind of eye gesture, and Mr. Stranger placed his hand on my back and led me to the elevator.
We entered the elevator, and he punched in the floor number. We got there, and when he opened the door with a code, I was dumbstruck at the view. I could have sworn this was some kind of palace - I could literally see the whole city of LA through the view. How rich could this man be to be able to afford to spend a night in this kind of place? I was sure it would cost a few thousand bucks, given how exquisite the place was.
I was jolted out of my thought when a deep, husky voice called out to me, 'Come here, princess.' A husky voice that sent shivers through my spine jolted me out of my thoughts again. I looked up, and I saw Mr. Stranger - his blue eyes darkened, and his shirt pulled, revealing the muscular guy with beautiful tattoos that branded his arms and chest. Chiseled abs and dirty blonde hair - I was still checking him out when I heard, 'That's it, mama; I told you I didn't like repeating myself.'
He strolled up to me and pinned me against the wall. He pressed his lips against mine, and my legs gave up. I kissed his lips as if I had been deprived of it for the longest time. Our tongues intertwined. He carried me up, and I wrapped my leg around his waist, still kissing him while our tongues fought for dominance. All of a sudden, he stopped. 'Why did you stop?' I asked him.
"He didn't say anything; he just carried me up, and my legs were automatically wrapped around his waist. He brushed his lips against mine and kissed me immediately. I kissed him back with the same energy; our tongues interlocked, fighting for dominance."
"He dropped me on the bed and looked at me as though I was a meal that needed to be devoured. 'Strip,' he told me, and I did, maintaining eye contact with him as his eyes darkened ".
"I stripped and was almost bare, with only my undies on. He took in my appearance, and I could see the desire in his eyes. 'You are a goddess,' he said. 'And do you know what they do to goddesses?' I shook my head, saying, 'I don't know'."
"He came closer to me and whispered in my ear, 'They worship them.' And with that, he began to worship my body, making me feel things I've never felt before."
"His hands were everywhere, and his lips were everywhere. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and his fingers tracing my curves." I was lost in the sensation, and the pleasure, and the feeling of being wanted and needed and desired. I had never felt this way before."
"He was so gentle, yet so rough, and I loved it. I was moaning and whimpering, and trying to breathe, but it was hard because his mouth was on mine."
"His hands were on my waist, and his fingers were digging into my skin. His lips were moving fast and slow, and I was getting lost in the sensation." after twenty unexplainable moment of bliss and pleasure we climaxed together .
"Our passion continued to ignite, our bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire. As the night wore on, my thoughts began to haze, my body surrendering to the pleasure. I couldn't help but think about the number of hickeys I'd have to cover up tomorrow... And with that, I let herself get lost in the moment,my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter. Finally, exhaustion took over, and I succumbed to a deep sleep."