The Devil's Possession

Sweet Addiction

My eyes fluttered open, welcoming the face of the man who had literally rocked my world last night. Though I was sort of familiar with his face, I couldn't help but stare intently at him, mesmerized by the overwhelming beauty he alone possessed.

What was a guy like him doing sitting alone at a club anyway? There were countless people there and I'm sure the women who noticed him wouldn't have just ignored his presence. So why didn't they swarm him like flies?

No matter, it's good that no one approached him.

Sighing, I blinked to adjust to the morning light escaping through the window and stretched my arms to rid myself of the drowsiness. His stare was unrelenting as I did so.

I guess he is as fascinated with me as I am with him. Figures. I am irresistible after all.

"What's all the staring for?" I asked after a while, shifting onto my side so I could see him better, but the movement only caused a slight sting in my lower area. Feeling the end result of his manhood that had torn me apart last night, I couldn't help but grin.

"Am I not free to admire you?"

"You're free to f**k me is all," I corrected, sliding my knee upwards to brush against his rod and watching as his eyes slowly darkened.

My thumb ran over his tip meanwhile his hot breaths fanned my face, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. Then, I let my fingers teasingly slither up and down his length before wrapping around it, drawing a long intake of breath from him. Whilst stroking him up and down, I tried not to make it too obvious that I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but it wouldn't be surprising if he noticed.

I've never bothered with this kind of thing before, yet for some reason, I'm strangely feeling pumped to do whatever I want with this guy.

I momentarily moved my hand to discard the duvet hiding our lower halves then returned to the task at hand. I moved slowly at first but when a groan left his lips, a newfound stream of confidence surged through me and I picked up the speed, his rod twitching under my fingers.

Precum soon began to leak from the tip and my hands spread his juices over his erection, leaving it glistening in my grasp. His forehead pulled itself into lines as his hips jerked back and forth in a rhythm with my strokes.

He was close...I could tell.

I didn't cease my strokes until c*m spurted from the tip, splattering both on my hand and the sheets. I continued to rub him, drawing every last drop from him. Then, I slowly released his rod and brought my hand up to my face, sucking on each finger whilst looking him in the eye.

"Mhmm...not bad." I commented.

His breath hitched and in the blink of an eye, he had gripped my waist, pulling me up onto him.

His shaft pressed flushed against me, inciting a feeling deep in my core...an almost painful ache for him to be inside me.

He removed one hand from my waist and reached over into the drawer on the nightstand, grabbing a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth and slipped it onto his throbbing rod. I could feel my stomach burn as he lifted me, readying to plunge into my entrance.

But just as the tip penetrated me with a sharp yet delicious sting, someone chose that exact moment to knock.

He ignored it and continued to slide himself further into me but another round of knocks sounded, louder than the first. Reluctantly, I looked down at him, feeling my annoyance roll in when I saw the apologetic look he gave me.

Damn...he sure knows how to kill a vibe.

I climbed off his body and flopped onto the bed, my face turned towards him. "Whoever that is deserves to die," I grumbled.

He chuckled. In his head, he might be thinking that I wasn't being completely serious, however, I certainly was.

"I'll be out in fifteen," He told whoever had knocked, just as he reached out and brushed strands of my hair aside, massaged the wrinkles on my forehead with his thumb. "Don't frown, princess. I promise to f**k you nice and hard when I get back."

When he gets back? What does he take me for?

Walking off into his bathroom, he took a quick shower then slipped on clothes he took from his closet and headed towards his door, slapping my ass as he passed.

"You won't be seeing me when you get back from wherever." I told him, nakedly moving off the bed and walking over to his bathroom.

"You're leaving?"

I delayed opening the bathroom door and looked back at him with a raised brow. "Isn't that what normally follows after a one night stand?"

He went silent and I shot him a well-deserved glare. Don't tell me that he thought I'd actually stay here like a good little dog, waiting for him to come back so he could f**k my brains out? No can do.

A frown plastered itself on his face then, he stepped off and walked over to me. I looked up at him, waiting for him to make a move or atleast say something.

"What if I want more than a simple one night stand?" His eyes made contact with mine and didn't avert thereafter. With those serious eyes, intimidation was a must, but I did my best not to let it show.

"Huh?"

He grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him, forcing me to press my palms to his chest, chin raised as I looked at him. "I want you to be my girl, mine alone. I can't leave a sexy beauty like you as a simple one night stand."

My stomach dropped. He wants me to be what? Is he serious?

I've heard things along those lines countless times, but never had I been so tempted to accept. He's everything I want in a man! Well...so far? But if a relationship is what he really wants, then I'm not interested...or rather, I shouldn't be interested. We literally just met and I tend to always get tired of things easily...that could include him. It doesn't make sense to get into anything with him when I know it won't last long.

"I don't do relationships," I finally said.

His hands loosened on my waist and his frown deepened, eyebrows drooping down. But that frown only lasted moments before a startling, cocky-looking smirk climbed onto his face out of the blue.

I was immediately confused. What the hell is he thinking?

"Then how about we have a few nights of fun first? I can guarantee that you'll be begging to be mine within three days. I'm that good."

"Is that a challenge?" I c****d my hip.

"You could say that."

I thought about it for a few seconds. What he expects won't happen, I'm certain. A challenge like this would be no biggy, right? And deep down I am a bit excited that I get to see him a few more times before we part ways completely. I just want a teeny bit more...more of him.

"Alright then, let's see what happens...Leave your number over there." My chin jerked towards a notebook on the bedside table. "You'd better be ready to f**k till your d**k falls off."