I glanced around the room that we had ended up in, and for a minute I wondered why the place even had a room, but before I could think too deeply about that completely irrelevant fact, Henrys hands were back on me, long slender fingers running through my skin leaving a wake of fire burning through my body.
"Which room is this Henry?" I asked and he smiled at me.
"Let's just call it my secret room,"
This was the second day in a roll we would be fucking and I was excited that he didn't have much of a regret after the first day.
He pulled me to him his mouth was covering mine again, kissing me hungrily and I could feel all other thoughts being pushed to the side, my entire focus centered on the feeling of his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping over them making a heat pool at her entrance.
I felt myself being lifted off my feet and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer into the kiss. Our masks remained on our faces and the mysterious air that it gave made me shudder in even more pleasure. After a minute of tongue dancing, the stranger placed me gently on my feet again.
I heard the sound of the zipper in the quiet room before the feeling of cold air kissed my skin. My dress fell off my frame pooling at my feet and I could hear the sharp intake of air from Heney and I loved how he seemed to be so intentional about this. I was clad in black lace panties and a lacy bra. The material complimented my fair skin.
"You're mine." He whispered into my ears pushing me to lay on the bed and just like that he pulled me towards him and crashed their mouths together moving his hands behind me to massage my full round ass. His mouth left mine to trail down my jaw and neck, teeth nipping and sucking lightly and his hands gripped my hips hard making me gasp out a small “fuck!” and I mumbled, “I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want to,”
Henry smirked against my neck before lifting his head from the spot where his nose rested and I felt something inside my chest warm at seeing the mischievous expression adorning his features. “Mmmm…” the words escaped my mouth before I could control it.
His hand moved to cup my breast and I felt herself squirm slightly in his grip. He moved one hand to my thighs holding me tight to stop me from moving too much. He unclasped the hook of my bra in one fluid motion, hissing at the sight of perky pink nipples pointed straight at him. Not wasting any more time he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth, teasing the hard bud with his tongue.
I tried to move against the restraint of his hands on my thighs, trying to escape the onslaught on my nipples that sent waves of pleasure pouring down my body, almost too much to bear, but his arm didn't let go of me, and neither did his tongue let up their ministrations. He moved a hand to my thong, hooking a finger to the band and pulling it down my legs.
He groaned at the sight of my dripping entrance, wasting no time in dipping a finger into my wet heat, I bucked up in response, and his face lit up in a mischievous grin at the action, thrusting his middle finger into my wetness. I cried out, arching my back slightly and letting out small whimpers, he removed his finger only to replace it with another. He found my clit in no time and teased the sensitive spot with his thumb, enjoying the way my legs trembled.
When he finally withdrew I felt like crying with how much I wanted this again. He pulled me into a sitting position and began peppering my face with gentle kisses, my cheeks and forehead before he pressed a tender kiss against my lips. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face, he really is sweet.
And although the situation we were in was far from ideal I couldn’t help the warm feeling that overtook me. I reached for his suit feeling awkward as I was sitting naked in front of a fully clothed man and the passion that danced in his eyes made me squeeze my legs to contain my lust.
The stranger got up from the bed to strip off the rest of his clothes, my eyes darkened when my eyes fell on his length. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen, it was thick and long with a huge mushroom head that curved up. Too weighty to stand straight up, a ragged sound tore from my throat.
“Fuck,” I heard him groan again, and it was almost like I came on myself.
As he approached, I couldn’t help but reach for his cock, running my hand around it to try and get a better grasp, he seemed to appreciate this because he let out a deep breathy moan, and he dropped himself down onto the bed, resting his elbows on either side of my head.
He kissed me once more before leaning forward, not being able to control himself again he pushed his erection deep into my tight body, causing me to scream.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck me,”
He continued to fuck me, slowly increasing the pace until they reached a perfect rhythm of in and out. My hand clenched the blankets beneath us, trying to hold on but it wasn’t enough and he was already hitting the right place.
I whimpered and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, trying desperately to not drool in pleasure I could already feel my orgasm begin to build, begging him not to stop. Waves after waves of pleasure ran through my body and I couldn’t help the moans and screams that escaped my mouth. I felt completely consumed by the stranger and my body yearned for more and more.
I felt his hands run across my breasts and soon enough he was leaning forward taking an erect nipple into his mouth sucking, licking, and feasting on it, I shivered at the feeling, throwing my head backward and arching my back off the bed.
He pulled completely out of my body and teased my entrance with his cock enjoying how I mewled and pleaded in one fluid motion he slammed back in again and he began to pump in and out of me faster and faster, the friction between them causing sparks of pleasure and pain and I could feel everything starting to turn hot and heavy. I glanced at his back and for the first time, I saw a scar on the right side of his arm close to his elbows.
“What is that scar?” I asked and he smiled at me.
“I got it from an accident when I was small,” he replied, and without wasting any more time he began to thrust into me deep inside.
"You and I have never really talked bout your childhood," I muttered and he smiled again.
"We haven't, but that wouldn't be now, because right now, I just want to fuck you,"
He pushed his hard length deeper inside of me.
I screamed when my orgasm came rushing over me, tears pricking at my eyes when he started to thrust deeper. It felt so good, so so good. I wasn’t sure if it was the effects of the sip of alcohol I had taken, and I am sure Henry didn't know about that made the sensations highly pleasurable or if it was the expertise of Henry who was fucking so well into me but my entire body screamed with pleasure.
Henry continued to fuck in and out of my pussy, riding out my orgasm and causing a second one to start to build in my abdomen.
I opened my eyes, tears still streaming down my face, and saw that Henry's eyes were closed, he seemed to be in some sort of deep concentration. For a moment I wondered what he looked like without the mask. I wanted more of him inside me so bad that I practically clawed at him, wanting him, needing him. Locking my legs behind his back, I pushed him even deeper inside my heart.
Suddenly his hips stopped their thrusting, causing all the build-up in my abdomen to halt, I bit down a scream at the pause and looked up at him with pleading eyes. Then he lowered his mouth to my ear
“Do you want to cum again princess?” The endearment mixed with the low drawl of his voice caused me to burn in lust, shuddering heavily.
“Yes, please. please let me cum, please please.” The pleas fell heavily from my mouth, almost like a prayer, my eyes squeezed tight at the building in my abdomen. My world spun as he picked up the heavy pace from where he had stopped, fucking me with deep, long strokes. I didn’t want him to stop, my body ached for him to keep going, and I was getting desperate.
“I want more baby, I need more. Please fuck me.” I please, not caring in the least about how wanton I was being.
“Baby, you are going to do exactly as I say, don’t think about anything else now, just come for me. come for me, baby.” His voice was raspy and needy, sending a jolt of desire coursing through my body, and I wanted to tell him to stop talking but I couldn’t find the words, my body was too tired to work properly.
I groaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside me, my toes curling in the sheets, and my arms tightening my grip on him, and with a scream of pleasure, I came, so hard that it felt like I blacked out. Not even hearing the roar of pleasure that tore from Henry as he too spilled his seed.
“That was everything, baby,” he whispered to me and I smiled. “You are incredible,”
It was then I realized I was still tipsy and I was beginning to fall off my cloud nine and drifting into sleep, right next to him.