Failed One Night Stand With the Alpha

4. Mission Failed Successfully

Steps on how to Lose your V-card- Ladies and Gentlemen, this Hausa girl has royally f.ucked up. I don’t want anything. I just want to die.

I’m going to die.

My nerve endings are lit by flames and my entire body is on the edge of collapsing.

No matter how much I try to hold myself together, I end up shivering and yet, I feel like there’s an inferno in my body that needs to be quenched.

“S-Soren” I gasp, drinking air because my lungs and nostrils don’t seem to work.

He doesn’t answer me as he spreads me over a cold and flat surface that feels like an island.

Instead, he continues to pull my head back and lick the sweet spot on my neck.

I don’t understand it.

Licking my scars should be a f.ucking weird thing to do and yet here I am, blood exploding in my ears and unexplainable l.ust banging in my head.

My head actually hurts.

I can barely believe it as unrestrained noises leap out of my throat.

My blood is boiling to a point I think I might pass out but feeling the sparks fly across our melting bodies makes me hang on to my consciousness.

I want to keep feeling this way. I want him to keep doing this- strange thing to me.

“Soren,” I call out his name, clinging to the expensive jacket of his charcoal suit.

“I feel... I don’t-“

“It’s normal. Don’t fight it,” he grunts, holding me in place.

My hands dig into his jacket and I pull so hard at it that I’m surprised it doesn’t shred in two.

Instead, it falls to the floor.

Another moan.

My entire body is literally shaking. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him impossibly closer to my body.

I’ve never wanted to claw at someone and actually bite them but clearly, Soren is making me feel things I once thought should be estranged to me.

The problem is, I can feel myself actually panicking about how good everything feels.

This wouldn’t last. This is just for a night.

Finally, he lets my neck go and he rubs the spot with his thumb.

“It’s gone now,” he grunts, his voice dark and heavy.

It’s so thick, so heavy and laced with desire that makes the pit of my belly coil with heat.

I shiver again, basking in how good I feel.

“Mmm,” I purr, because I don’t find my throat working to mouth the word Okay.

A low growl vibrates through his chest that shows that just maybe, he likes the sounds I make.

It’s good to know because I like how he groans for me too.

For me.

Why am I being possessive over him?

I force my eyelids apart to look at him and my mouth rounds into a perfect ‘O’.

His eyes look like their about to burst into infernos and his breathing comes out in low, heavy pants.

“You’re beautiful,” he rumbles.

“Thank-“

I’m cut off by him burying his huge frame in between my legs.

His hand slithers past my thighs like a sly snake and leaves small flames where he touches me. My entire p.ussy is literally weeping in anticipation.

My back rises off the air and arches into him while he slides down a strap of my dress with his other hand.

His head moves in the direction of my other strap and suddenly, his teeth attack the poor tiny thing, tearing it down my arm.

In one single move, all my straps are hanging on my arms like spaghetti threads on a fork.

In one single move, my breasts spill out of my dress.

He nips at my shoulder gently before blowing out a breath.

My spine arches at the heat of his mouth.

“The things I’m going to do to you,” his voice is low, promising growl that sends heat down my clit.

I’m midway in a heavy pant because I’m hot all over but I’m a curious George and So I ask,

“What do you plan on?”

My eyebrows are suddenly sitting way past my hairline. I’m shocked at how sultry my voice sounds.

His hands suddenly grip my ass and he chuckles when he hears my gasp.

“Why don’t you raise your hips and find out?”

Soren is a Siren.

Whatever he tells me to do, I do. Honestly, I’d do anything to keep feeling this way- the way Soren makes me feel.

As soon as I raise my hips, I feel the scraping of material against my inner thighs until I find my red panties sitting on my knees.

Wow, that was fast.

“Part your legs,” he instructs, eyes trained heavily on my breasts.

He exhales slowly, his teeth flashing and digging into his lower lip as he tries to prevent himself from biting my breasts.

I don’t know why he’s stopping himself because I want him to bite me.

My n.ipples perk under his ravenous gaze and the look in his eyes transfixes into that of a starved, s.exually depraved man.

Soren looks like a dark Angel out to seduce me and drive me insane.

It hurts my soul I can’t get used to it.

He wets his lower lip with his tongue and my eyes follow the movement with so much intrigue.

I like how he looks at me. My breasts form the most average cleavage so it was hardly the best pair but he makes them look wanted- needed, craved.

I don’t have time to look into his eyes as he kisses me again, fervently this time.

He swallows my small gasps effectively, dominating my tongue and biting into my lower lip.

My whole body sizzles in a good way and all the sparks I’ve felt rushes all the way down to my most intimate parts.

I moan and once again, Soren swallows it with his ravenous mouth.

His hands touch the hem of my dress and tugs it upward.

I don’t even realize it when he finds my aching clit.

Ladies and Gentlemen, He found the clit.

In this most intimate moment, I remember what Leilani told me while we were back at our place.

“If he doesn’t find the goddamn clit, wear your dress and leave! This is your first time hermosa, I wouldn’t let you hate it. And besides, there can always be another time!”

I’m so tempted to find my phone and text Leila,

“He found the clit! I’m getting laid tonight, RIP that p.ussy ayyyyeeee!!!”

But I’m too distracted and engrossed in how he fondles my clit.

“You’re so wet,” he informs me, his hot breath kissing the back of my ear.

Two weak spots at the same time.

I want to answer him but I’m too hot and too horny.

All I can reply with is my moan of ecstasy.

His free hand presses the spot that my heart lays in and glides down my skin until his taking my breast into his hand.

“Soren,” I wheeze out, my eyes crossing over with bliss.

No matter what he does, no matter where he touches, it’s all heat and fire.

“So soft,” he growls into my hair, inhaling slowly.

When his thumb flicks over my n.ipple, he teases my clit at the same time.

I bend into his chest, my abdomen still burning with an insatiable heat that would rip me apart if I don’t bend over.

My vision blurs as I moan into his neck and my knees buck from the insane amount of desire I feel.

“It’s hot,” I gasp, pressing my mouth into the crook of his neck to dull my moans.

“It’s so hot,”

When he sheaths his finger with my p.ussy, a silent scream rips through my throat.

I spread my legs wider apart, feeling extremely greedy and hopeful for more.

“If you want more, tell me and look me straight in the eye,”

My eyes widen with shock but they soon close when he pinches my n.ipple.

I manage to push my upper body away from his chest and hold eye contact with him.

I suck in a breath, certainly not used to how he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman alive even when I’m not.

“Please Soren,” I murmur, exhaling heavily as his finger pumps into me.

Even though his eyes are the brightest brown I’ve ever seen, they look so dark and hooded.

One of his eyebrows are arched and he’s looking at me through his eyelashes.

Damn, Why is he so hot?

“One- two more,” I decide at the spur of the moment, panting as his one finger reaches new depths.

His eyes lower to my breasts and he bites his lip as he rolls my tightened n.ipple in between his finger.

“More what?”

His eyes still aren’t on me. He’s watching the gentle sway of my breasts as my hips rock into his finger.

I pause.

When did I start doing that?

“Fingers,”

He still isn’t looking at me as his head lowers to my breasts.

I know that my face is a bright red.

“Where? Where do you want them?” He demands, running his nose down my cleavage.

I throw my head back. I’m almost as good as n.aked but I’m still attracted to how he touches me.

“In my p.ussy. F.uck me with your fingers,”

I’m surprised and mortified at the amount of boldness that I have but I don’t mind for long because I’m being rewarded with what I want.

As for icing on the cake, his hot and wet mouth swallows my breast.

I press his head into my chest and gasp as another feverish feeling overwhelms me.

“Oh God,” I breathe, moaning as he works his fingers inside of me.

My body is rocking violently because I’m greedy for what he wants to offer and more often than not, my breast slips out of his mouth.

It’s wet, flushed with pink and Even slightly swollen.

I like how it looks.

I like how Soren makes it look.

“I feel so....” I trailed off, not finding the right words to use to explain how ecstatic I feel.

“Hot,” I wheeze out, moaning.

At this point, I can hear the slurping of his mouth against my breasts, the slightly squirming sounds my cunt makes because I’m so wet and my low moans.

My belly coils in anticipation and I groan in frustration, more than desperate for the feeling to be let out.

“Come,” he whispers hot air against my already hot and heavy breast.

I want to. F.uck, I really want to come. I even try to swallow but whatever is stuck in my throat is too heavy.

“Come apart,” he adds, slamming his fingers to a spot I thought was unreachable.

Blinding light Sears my vision. I arch my back as stars explode all around me, leaving nothing but glimmering light raining down on me.

When my ears ring, I realized that I must have screamed or something.

And as I feel the wetness seeping in between my inner thighs, it dawns on me that I most certainly came.

I finally peel my eyes open and I find Soren looking at me intently.

“That was hot,” he offers me a light half smile as he peels off his shirt.

Or rips it off because buttons are flying around us.

My mouth literally hangs when I see his chest, his torso and his arms.

He’s all muscles and tattoos.

A certain tattoo peeks from behind his shoulders and my eyes dart towards the red and black swirls.

I was right. He was a fallen Angel.

“You’ll catch flies,” he nuzzles my neck, taking my hands and pressing them to his chest.

I take the cue and all of a sudden, I’m Dora the Explorer.

My hands travel over his chiseled frame, marveling over how hard he is.

He feels like steel.

Red, burning and firm steel.

I suck in a breath as my hands travel towards his abs.

They’re so defined and firm. I can tell he works out everyday.

I look up at him and he’s looking at me too, daring me to go on with my experiment.

My hands tug at his suit pants and my fingers wiggle underneath the elastic band of some Calvin Klein Briefs.

He drags my ass to the edge of the counter, digging his hands firmly into my ass as he groans.

I touch his hard as steel c.ock and he jerks forward, a loud exhale escaping his lips.

I touch it again and before I know it, he’s raising my legs up and spreading them apart.

I can tell what’s happening. All that’s left for me to do is it to take his c.ock out of its restraint and he’s going to f.uck me on this counter.

My heart constricts in my chest as my fingers start to tremble.

Why do I feel so scared?

Inhaling and pushing my thoughts away, I wrap around his length and he hisses.

Then he digs his hands into his pocket and produces the golden packet of a c.ondom.

XXL.

Extra. Extra. Large.

That’s all it takes for all of my arousal and liquid courage to evaporate.

He’s big- too big.

He’s not going to fit. I don’t think he will.

I suddenly become aware of my dress bunched around my waist, pulled up over my ass and pulled down from my breasts to reveal my goods to him.

My breath hitches and I suck in a breath.

I’m trembling and panicking.

I can’t do this! I really can’t!

“I-“ my throat clogs as tears make their ways to my eyes.

S.hit, why am I crying?

Oh God, the alcohol has completely washed out of my system!

The problem with me when I get sober is my tendency to cry.

I start thinking about my exes, how my friends are way more successful than I am, how I’m still a nobody at Twenty Six and how my younger sister Apryl hates me.

Right now -I cannot believe it- but I think I’m crying because I’m scared of his d.ick.

I try to force the tears back because I know this is absolutely a ridiculous thing to cry about but sadly, my panicked breaths are becoming more audible at every passing second.

“Are you-“

“I can’t!” I panic, slipping away from his hands.

S.hit, I’m still holding his d.ick.

I wiggle my hand away from his girth and try to crawl away from him but he holds me.

“I don’t understand-“

“Please let go of me,” I wheeze out, swatting away his hands.

This is literally my only chance at losing my virginity and here I am, royally ruining it!

F.uck!

Maybe it’s the universe telling me it’s a mistake. Maybe he’s not the one that’s meant to pop the cherry.

But it shouldn’t even matter who!

That was the point of the whole night!

But what if he’s a stalker? Because how does he know my name already?

“Can you talk to me?” He sounds extremely confused and frustrated.

But I don’t.

I’m already jumping off the counter and struggling to fix my dress while checking for wherever I left my heels on his hardwood floors.

“This was a mis-“

“You and I know that’s not true” he growls, holding my arm.

Sadly, that certainly tips me off into full psycho mood.

Swinging so fast I get dizzy, I slam my fist straight into his face.

Then slowly, it dawns on me.

No.

I did not just do that!

He lets out a low grunt of pain and presses a hand to his nose as my eyes widen in horror.

Oh God, what did I just do?

If I thought this situation could be salvaged, I was wrong.

“I’m so sorry-“

“Are you out of your mind?” He hisses, detaching his hand from his nose.

Red liquid trickles down his nostrils and my eyes widen in horror.

What have I done?

“I’m just going to go!” I squeal, rushing away from him even though my legs are literally wobbling.

Then I remember that my ass and b.oobs are out.

“S.hit, s.hit, s.hit!” I curse, struggling to put it back in place.

When I hear his angry strides behind me, I forget about the goods and rush to pick up my heels and bag.

“I don’t even understand why you’re crying!” He calls after me.

“Your d.ick is too big!” I try to explain but at the end of the day, I just sound so stupid.

But there has to be more to why I’m crying and panicking!

I look more stupid running around with one b.oob out.

With the way my tit was bouncing, I thought it was going to wrap around my throat and just choke me.

I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid!

Oh God, I just want to kill myself. Why am I such a nervous wreck???

“You’re crying because my d.ick is too big?” His tone is incredulous.

Trust me, even I don’t believe it.

“No!” I cry out as soon as I see the elevator.

I run towards it and touch a button that has the steel doors opening.

“Then what? Why are you- what is wrong with you?”

“Don’t come any closer!” I hold my heel out like it’s a weapon.

Luckily, his place is so big that the doors shut before he can reach me.

Then it dawns on me that he lives in a Penthouse.

But it doesn’t matter because this is the last I’ll ever hear of him.

When I get to the ground floor, I’m literally running for my life.

The lobby is filled with confused people but I don’t care because my mission right now is to get out of here.

As soon as I exit the building a taxi stops in front of me.

I hail it and jump into it even though it’s still moving and tell the Taxi driver my address as I shut the door.

When I look back, Soren is rushing out of the building and glancing around for any sign of me.

Once again, I burst into tears because I’m such an embarrassing loser.