The CEO's One Night Stand Troublemaker (R-18)

Daphne's POV He flicked his tongue right at my opening and s**t! It felt so erotic and it turned me on, making me tighten my grip on his hair. “Please, don't stop doing that,” I said with gritted teeth while I arched my back in pleasure. I could feel his tongue playing with my clit and heavens knew how it made me want more of it. Why did no one ever tell me that being tongued like this was more pleasurable than playing with yourself? “I said don't stop!” I complained when he leaned away from my opening. But before I tell you how things have come to this, here is what happened a few hours ago. “If you are that nervous, you should just go clubbing and dance your worries away.” That was the advice of Tricia when I called her in the middle of the night. I was not able to sleep because I was simply too anxious about what would happen on my first day at work. And not to mention, I work for one of the most successful business corporations in the country, Laurel Corporation. And since Tricia's advice was the only thing I could think of to relieve this nervousness, I got off bed and headed to my walk-in closet. This would be my first time clubbing, so I might as well go all out, since I am quite sure that this would also be the last time. Grabbing my red dress that is backless and just falls down half on my lap, I get changed before putting on some make-up. Since I did not want to overdo it, I chose to make it look as natural as possible. When I was all ready, I left my apartment and just walked a few blocks away from the building clubs, since one of the well-known clubs in town was just around here. Strutting my way to the entrance, I showed my ID to one of the bouncers before they gave me permission to enter. When the door opened, my mouth slowly formed into a small “o” when the flickering lights and upbeat music greeted me. I gulped because just across the dance floor was a large swimming pool... I mean, who puts swimming pools in clubs? But then again, it seemed fun, so the first thing I did was to go to the counter and order a drink. The bartender gave me a really good drink even though I only told him to give me something random. And when I got fueled up, I left my seat and headed to the dance floor. Tricia is right. I should just dance my worries away and when I am done, I will be able to handle my anxiousness when I go to work. With the crowd filling the dance floor, I bet no one would even dare notice my presence, so I threw my embarrassment away and went all out. If I must say, I am a good dancer and it was easy for me to just sway my hips smoothly side to side and add some hair flips on that one and surely, someone wouldn't notice that I am just a first timer here. “Come here!” Despite the loud music, I heard someone say that and before I could even react, a girl grabbed my wrist. She led me to the elevated stage where the others could clearly see us. I do not know this girl who brought me here, but I must say, she is pretty, but still, I am confused as to why she brought me here. To be honest, it is a bit embarrassing. Still holding onto my hand, she took me to the center part of the stage where one of the poles was located. “You're pretty, so you should show off.” She winked at me and went to the other side of the stage and started pole dancing. I stared at the pole, since I have no idea how pole dancing works, but since this is a club and no one really gives a s**t about what others do, I simply shrugged my shoulders. Holding onto the pole with one hand just above my head, I leaned my back on it and faced the crowd that was also busy dancing to the rhythm of the music. I spread my legs a bit and swayed my hips to become one with the beat. Guh, if only I had known that it would be this fun to be here, I could have come here sooner. But after a while, a man suddenly came up and had his hand snaked around my hips. My immediate reaction was to push him away, of course, but he was just too persistent. I admit that he is quite good looking, but the smirk on his face just told me that he was not a good guy. “Let's get a room, shall we?” he asked as he tried to drag me away from the stage. “No, thanks. I'd rather dance here than go with you,” I replied with gritted teeth, since I was still trying to push him away. But it seemed like my effort was useless, since he still managed to pull me so close to him that I felt the bulge in his pants. s**t! This is not what I came here for! “Let me go, you jerk!” I protested, but he tightened his grip on me. He whispered in my ear, “You feel that bulge? It's all thanks to you, so take responsibility and let me make you feel good tonight.” I was about to reply but another man who was wearing a crisp business suit held the man's shoulder. Blinking a few times to make sure that I was not daydreaming, I gulped when our gazes met. His gray eyes looked like a galaxy that could amaze anyone who stared at them. “Do you want to go with him?” Oh, f**k. His voice was sexy too! Why does he look so perfect? How could he exist in this world that is full of flaws? He, then, raised an eyebrow at me, snapping me back to the reality that I had not replied to him yet. “N-No,” I briefly replied. The next second, the man who was assaulting me yelled in pain when my savior grabbed his arm and twisted it. Before they could fight right on the stage, I grabbed the hand of the man who saved me and led him away from that place. But since I had no idea where to take him, I simply stopped near the counter and faced him. “Thank you for saving me back there,” I said and reached out my hand. “I am Daphne, by the way.” Instead of shaking my hand, he took it and lifted it up to his lips and kissed it. A gentleman, probably? “Justin,” he replied with a smirk. Not knowing what to do, I just smiled at him and clipped a few locks of my hair behind my ear. Should I leave now? Or should I treat him to a drink? But instead of offering him a drink as a way to show my gratitude, my mouth just went and said, “Why are you wearing a suit in a club, anyway?” He chuckled at my question, which only made me blush. He took a step forward and bent towards me, making me catch a whiff of his addictive scent. He whispered, “Instead of asking why, shouldn't you be asking permission to take it off for me?” His warm breath brushed my ear and his words felt like electricity that somehow sent zaps of sparks throughout my body. Even though he leaned away a little bit, our faces were still only a few millimeters apart. He was looking into my eyes and I ain't no kidding when I say that he felt like a magnet wanting to pull me close to him. Carried away by the moment, I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him on the lips. At first, I was the one leading the kiss but when I felt his bare hand touch my bare back, I let out a moan. I think he heard that because, for some reason, his gentle kisses became rough and aggressive, as if he wanted to devour me. Before I realized it, we left the club and he drove us back to his place. And upon shutting the door behind us, he was the one who pushed me into the wall and started kissing him again. I did not want to just stand there and be a statue, so I kissed him back as my hands started to unbutton his dress shirt. Upon taking it off, I let my hands wander on his broad chest and feel his lean muscles. I knew that this was not supposed to be something I should be doing at the moment, but this man just put my body in heat and now, it felt too impossible to stop. With one hand, I held onto his shoulder and the other went down on his well-toned abs. s**t, s**t, s**t! He seemed so perfect! Is it okay for him to be doing this to me? Is this even a good thing? But when his tongue probed inside my mouth, the remaining sanity in me had finally given in to his temptation. I lowered my hand from his abdomen down to his crotch and felt a huge bulge. I rubbed it and heard him moan as he kissed my bare shoulders. Before I knew it, my dress fell on the floor and I was naked right in front of him. He lifted me up with both of my legs on either side and walked me towards his bedroom. We continued kissing until he broke it and kissed his way down until he was facing my opening. It was a good thing I shaved this morning. I was about to speak but a moan escaped from my mouth instead when he started licking my crotch. With pleasure coursing through my body, I held onto his hair and opened my legs wider to give him more access. He licked and flicked his tongue over and over, making me want to c*m. But before I could even reach my climax, he leaned away and stood before me. A smirk was plastered on his lips before he hovered over me and once again kissed me hungrily. I broke off our kiss and muttered, “Please, f**k me.” “As you wish.” When I felt the tip of his member in my opening, I added, “Please, do it gently... it's my first time.” He said nothing and just responded by kissing me while playing with one of my t**s. A little while later, my breath hitched when I felt his prick slowly penetrating me. His hands held my wrist as his kisses went down on my neck as if he wanted to make sure that I could still feel that pleasure. “f**k,” I cursed under my breath as he still continued to put it inside me. He was huge, I must say, and for a first timer like me, I do not know if it was a bad thing or a good one. After a while, he stopped and started to pull out until only the tip was left. He slowly thrusted again until he put it inside me fully. He did it for a while until it felt like he was just teasing me. I wrapped my hands around him and begged, “Stop teasing me... go faster.” As my nails dug into his flesh, he did thrust faster and made me reach my climax sooner than I even expected. For some reason, he stopped for a while until the heavenly pleasure running through me subsided. “C-Can I be on top?” I asked this time. He did get off me and lied on his back and to return the favor, I guided his member back into my opening and started riding him. I moaned in pleasure as he had one of my breasts in his mouth. This man just knows how to make me feel so good that it made me wonder how many women he brought here has this very place to f**k. But putting that thought at the back of my mind, I kissed him when he let go of my breast. Our tongues fought for domination as I continued to ride him. But after a few minutes of doing that, he wrapped his arms around me and bit my neck. Holding me in place, he thrust faster and harder so that it made me hold onto the sheets tight. “f**k, f**k, fuck...” I cursed in between my breaths. With one final thrust, I came for the second time and it seemed like he also reached his climax upon hearing him let out a guttural moan. Realizing that he had just come inside me, I stared at him but it seemed like he paid no attention to it and simply pulled me into another kiss as he made a few more thrusts. After that heated intercourse, he pulled me close to him with my back leaning on his chest. He kissed the nape of my neck and said, “Your tattoo is beautiful.” He was probably referring to the butterfly tattoo I have on my neck, so I just smiled before saying, “Good night.” Since this will just be a one-time experience, I'll just wake up early and leave while he is asleep.