She was tighter than a fist, surrounding my thickness in the most incredible way, and I was too fucking close to my orgasm that I would surely come any moment if I didn’t slow down...
I pulled out of her and grabbed her around her thighs from underneath. “I want you to bring your arm around my shoulder and hold onto me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
As soon as her arm wrapped around me, I raised her and set her thighs wide apart. There was a mirror in the corner of the room, so I stopped in front of it, returning her searing stare as I pushed inside of her softness. Her face twisted in pleasure, making me damn mesmerized. She was too beautiful. My eyes flickered over her gorgeous tits, lean stomach, and curvy hips, stopping on her sweet pussy that was now completely exposed.
“You.” I thrust deep into her. “Are.” Another thrust. “Too.” I pushed even harder, throbbing inside of her. “Good.”
“Please... I want...”
“What, babe? You need to tell me what.”
“Harder.”
Fuck yeah. “Repeat it louder.”
Her already flushed cheeks burned stronger as her lust-filled eyes looked at me in the mirror.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!”
Yes. Letting my control snap, I rammed into her with a need that was unlike anything I’d ever felt. She was screaming uncontrollably, her insides clenching around me as my cock brought her to new heights, and I could feel she was getting closer to her climax. Fucking great.
“That’s it, babe. Look me in the eyes when you come around my cock. Milk me.”
“Ah! Giovanni!”
Her pussy squeezed the hell out of me when her orgasm erupted in her, prompting my climax a moment later. I groaned and pushed to the hilt, not breaking our eye contact even once as I spurted my load. I shuddered, digging my fingers into her skin when my pleasure reached its apex—to the point of blurring my vision with its intensity.
Oh fuck. This was the best fucking orgasm of my life.
Her face beamed with satisfaction, her eyes gazing dreamily at me, and fuck me—I wanted more. This wasn’t nearly enough. I drew out of her and lowered her down, already planning to invite her to come to my place afterward.
CHAPTER 6
Arianna
I had never felt so conflicted in my life. I just didn’t know what had come over me.
When none of my friends had been able to clear their schedules to go out with me, I had come close to canceling my plans altogether. But then a rebellious streak I didn’t know I possessed suddenly sprung forward. I knew both of my parents had expected me to be with friends, which was why they felt comfortable letting me go out in the first place. If I had told them none of my friends could make it, they would have undoubtedly sent one of my brothers along as an escort, and the mere thought of that annoyed me.
As a 26-year-old woman, the fact that I still needed parental permission was starting to get old, fast. Even worse, I realized that once I was married, my husband would simply take over my parents’ role. So, while I would no longer need their permission, I would instead need his.
That’s when it occurred to me that it was my last opportunity to be my own woman, doing whatever I wanted without a chaperone.
The more I thought about it, the more intoxicating the thought became. And thus, rather than abandon my plans, I decided to go out on my own so that just for once, I could know what it felt like.
Walking through the club, I easily caught the attention of several men around me, and it had felt amazing until one of them turned out to be a complete creep who wouldn’t leave me alone. At that moment, I realized that I had made a big mistake in venturing out alone.
But then he showed up.
Gio.
Granted, it wasn’t like I spent much time with men, but there was still no denying that he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He had long dark hair, amber colored eyes, and a strong jawline accompanied by deep dimples. Tall and muscular, he had given me goosebumps from the second I laid eyes on him.
I immediately gathered that there was something simultaneously intriguing, yet intimidating about Gio in ways I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I was far more intrigued than scared, and as the night went on, I found myself not wanting to leave him.
For the first time ever, I lamented the fact that I was part of an arranged marriage.
I had listened to my friends discuss the frustrations of dating more times than I could count. Consequently, I had always thought of my arranged marriage as a relief, for it spared me from the hassle of dating. But upon seeing Gio, I began to feel that maybe I had been missing out all along. The extremely sheltered life I’d been living had deprived me of things I had hardly ever even thought about before.
It suddenly felt unfortunate that I was being assigned to be with one man for the rest of my life, without even knowing who he was. The thought struck me hard when Gio invited me back to a private room of the club, courtesy of his friend who owned it.
Every inch of my body had felt like it was on fire—in a good way—as his hands playfully explored my body under the pretenses of showing me how to play pool. Yearning like I had never experienced before came over me, and I suddenly wanted to do things I had never dared even contemplate in my wildest dreams.
Initially, Gio had thought something was wrong. In reality, he just didn’t know how right he was making me feel until I gave in to my impulses and showed him, which he happily obliged to.
To say that he’d felt like Heaven was an understatement.
Gio had awakened a side of me that I didn’t know I had—and frankly, it scared me a little.
What if my husband couldn’t make me feel the way he had? What if I went the rest of my married life, wishing I could re-experience what I’d felt with Gio, but knowing that I never could?
I understood more than ever the dangers of the forbidden fruit.
“Want to go back to my place?” Gio asked, his breath warm and delicious in my ear.
“Yes,” I said, shocking myself.
As soon as we got inside his place, he pushed me against the wall and slammed his lips against mine, stirring my insides. I was thoroughly wet for him, rubbing shamelessly against his erection as our hands roamed over each other’s body. Our clothes were gone from our bodies in a matter of seconds, and I let my eyes drink in every curve of his naked body.
He was ripped! I moved my hands over his muscular chest and firm abs, halting above his massive manhood when a slight stab of hesitation reminded me that I was a good girl and good girls didn’t do these kinds of things with strangers...
“Don’t think about anything,” he said with a raspy voice. He followed every move of my hands, panting like me. “Touch me.” His plea was barely audible, but it broke all my restraints and doubts. I wanted him. After the explosive sex we’d had in the club, my mound was begging me to let him get inside of me once more—to forget about everything and just feel.
His dick was hot in my hand, furiously pulsating when I wrapped my fingers around him. It was probably around nine inches, fitting my small pussy perfectly, and my pussy clenched with desire when I remembered how good it felt when he entered me for the first time.
His pre-come oozed out of his tip, and I got down to my knees and licked it.
“Arianna,” he growled, threading his fingers through my hair, and pushed me against his dick.
I opened my mouth and took him deep inside, earning an impressed look from him. His salty juices coated my throat, pouring out of him when I sucked him faster. Our eyes locked, and pressure increased in my chest.
“Fuck. You suck so right, babe. That’s it. Take it all inside.” He guided my head, urging me to move faster.
There was something utterly arousing about being able to please this man. He was marvelous, the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and tonight he was all mine. His moans and grunts set my pussy on fire, and just when I felt him tense, he pulled me up and pushed me to the couch in his living
room.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
I sank into the soft padding and pulled my legs apart, breathless and soaking wet.
“Put one leg against the back of the couch.” My pussy throbbed at his words. My heart was pumping hard, my whole body trembling as he knelt on the floor and put his hands on my thighs to make sure I didn’t move them.
“I finally get to taste your sweet pussy,” his voice was barely recognizable under the thick layer of lust, showing me just how much he wanted me, and it felt so good. It made me feel desirable—powerful—increasing my own need for him.
His mouth latched onto my pussy like he was starving for me, and I bucked on the couch, pure ecstasy spreading through my body fast. I grabbed his head and pressed against him, feeling the pleasure building in me fast. His tongue lapped my clit and outer lips, and it quickly led me to my release, stronger than the one I had earlier this night.
“I’ll come. Please, don’t stop. Right there. Keep doing that.”
Except that he didn’t continue licking me—he did something even better. He sucked my clit into my mouth and pulled so hard that I reached my orgasm in an instant, screaming his name when the intensity of the pleasure blinded me.
“Your taste makes my cock rock-hard, babe. I need to get your pussy around my cock fast.”
He reached for his pants and took another condom out of his pocket, and for a moment I wondered how many condoms he kept in his trousers. Were one night stands usual for him?
Before I could ponder more about this, he brought me to the edge of the couch and put my legs over his shoulders, pushing inside of me too deep and too fast.
“Ah!” I clutched his arms that had grabbed my waist, screaming when the stab of pain mixed with pleasure spread through my core. He was so big!
He smirked. “You like my cock?”
I felt a blush covering my cheeks, but I remembered he’d told me not to hide my face from him. Then again, it was impossible to look away from his amber eyes, which grew so dark now that they were almost brown.
“Y-yes.”
I bit my lip when he thrust once more inside of me, hitting my womb, which brought me a pleasure bordering on pain. I screamed, clawing at the couch as he fucked me mercilessly. My juices flowed out of my sensitive mound, soaking his shaft and balls, and I was stunned at the amount of my desire pouring out of me without ending. He pumped me hard, his cock rubbing against my g-spot each time he entered, and the pleasure in me threatened to burst any moment.
“Please, Giovanni... Don’t stop!”
“Oh, I won’t stop, alright. You’ll come, and I’ll fuck you through your orgasm until you come again and again and again...”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I screamed so loud, falling apart around him. He stayed true to his word, slamming into me with such force that I was sure he was going to tear my pussy in two any moment...
“Giovanni!”
My orgasm didn’t even finish when the next started, a massive wave of fire filling my core and stomach, and I was thrashing against the couch as I tried to withstand the intensity...
“Again!” he ordered me, and I came once more—just like that.
“Ah! Giovanni!”
I returned his dark gaze, not quite myself. I couldn’t stop screaming from the intensity of my orgasms, clutching his arms like they were my lifeline. He thrust several more times before he came, the muscles of his sexy body completely rigid as his cock twitched furiously inside of me, emptying his balls.
He rested his forehead on mine, trying to catch his breath. “You're unbelievable, Arianna. Your pussy is perfect for me.”
Just as he pulled out of me, I caught his face in my hands and kissed him, thinking how our lips fit together. Something warm coursed through me again as our tongues danced with each other, and my pussy clenched in response, already missing him.
“Thank you, Giovanni. I could say the same for your cock.”
He smirked, disposing of the used condom. “Come on.” He brought me to my feet, and I had to hold onto him because my legs felt too weak after the wild round with him. “I want to play more with you in the shower. The night has just begun.”
My body had exploded with pleasure in ways I never knew were possible. And afterward, we’d fallen asleep on his king-sized bed.
As I slept that night, it was the happiest and saddest I had ever felt—happy to have experienced what I’d just gone through, and sad to know that it may be the last time I ever would again, in this capacity at least.
CHAPTER 7
Arianna
When my eyes fluttered open that morning, the bed was cold and empty. I stretched, my body nude under the silk sheets That’s when it hit me again what had happened.
It hadn’t all been just a dream.
I closed my eyes, somehow feeling both ashamed and pleased with myself as I let the night replay in my mind.
I can’t believe what I just did, I thought to myself.
Slowly, I sat up on the bed, clutching the sheets over my body, somehow feeling self-conscious despite the fact that Gio had seen and touched every inch of my body just hours beforehand. I yawned and ran a hand through my hair before another problem arose in my mind.
Swearing under my breath, I looked around his bedroom in search of a clock. It was early—still before seven o’clock. There was no doubt that my parents were going to be wondering where I was and why I hadn’t come home. They were probably worried sick and had called my phone a million times. And I knew if I didn’t report back to them soon, my brothers would be sent out to search for me.
Hastily, I climbed out of bed and pulled the sheets off with me, wrapping them around my body so that I could cross the room to retrieve my phone from my purse. As expected, I had a dozen missed calls and texts.
I quickly dialed my home phone number.
“Arianna! Ari—are you okay? Where are you?” my mother’s voice came out in a rush.
“I’m fine, Mama.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“Because Angela is still sleeping. I hung out with her all night and got tired and fell asleep at her place instead of driving back home. I’m sorry to have worried you.”
“Oh,” my mother said, sounding much more at ease. “Honey, you should have told us. I was about to call your brothers to tell them to see if they could find you.”
“I’m sorry, Mama. We were just having so much fun talking and…thinking about my wedding, I left my phone in my purse and didn’t hear it ringing.”
“Well, I’m glad you girls had fun. But you hurry and get back home soon. You’ve got a big day ahead, you know.”
My stomach turned a flip, but not in a right way. “I know, Mama. See you in a little bit.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
I ended the call, feeling somewhat unnerved by how easily the lies had sprung from my lips. But there was no use thinking about it. My adventure had come to an end, and it was time for me to get back to the real world and the obligations before me.
I searched around the room for my clothes, finding them tossed haphazardly on the floor from where Gio had practically ripped them off me.
I could hear him stirring about from somewhere in the front of the apartment.
Quickly, I unwrapped his black satin sheets from around me and placed them back on the bed.
“Morning.”
I gasped and gave a start at the sound of his voice. I spun around, finding Gio standing in the doorway and getting another eyeful of me as I stood before him, completely naked.
Heat rose to my face, and I crouched over, attempting to cover myself.
Gio laughed. “So, you’re a lot shier in the daytime, I see,” he said. He crossed the room and picked my clothes up from the floor. He then handed them to me, without really looking directly at me.
“Thank you,” I said, watching him turn his back to me to provide me some semblance of privacy as I quickly squeezed into my clothes. That’s wh
en I noticed that he was already showered and fully dressed.
“I was going to let you sleep in, but I’m actually glad you’re awake,” he said. “I don’t want to be rude, but I have somewhere to be.”
“Oh,” I said after a slight pause. Heat rose to my face again.
Gio glanced over his shoulder to see if I was dressed. Seeing that I was, he turned back around and headed towards his dresser to get a watch, which he began fastening to his wrist.
“Do you need me to call you a cab?” he asked, his voice too nonchalant for my liking.
A bitter taste formed in my mouth. “Uhm…where’s your bathroom? Do you mind if I wash up a bit first?”
He blinked and checked the time on his watch. “Sure. Right down the hall. Hey, listen—do you think you could let yourself out then? I’ll go ahead and call you a cab. When you leave, just lock the door, all right?”
I swallowed over the lump in my throat and nodded. I then hurried down the hall toward the bathroom, where I quickly shut the door behind me. I pressed my hand over my mouth, stifling a sob.
What was wrong with me?
It was like he didn’t even care. That’s what was wrong.
After the passionate night we’d shared together, he was carrying on as if it meant absolutely nothing to him. He was practically rushing me out of his apartment because he had better things to do now.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, almost not recognizing the woman—the simple-minded girl—staring back at me.
What did you expect from a one-night stand? A voice in my head chastised. How could you? And you’re about to be married! No respectable guy would want a woman who participates in this kind of sordid antics.
Turning on the faucet to run cold water over my face, I realized just how much of a mistake this night had been after all. My rebellious streak had been nothing but stupidity. And I knew for certain, that the deeds I’d done the previous night had to remain a secret for as long as I lived.
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