WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 58: NEW FUCK BOY (2)

CHAPTER 2

The DJ suddenly turned the music on, and the walls began to rumble as if a herd of horses had galloped into my apartment. The bass of the boom box was busting my eardrums. The disco lights flashed on the ceiling and the walls of the living room, playing along with the sexy tunes and inviting everyone to dissolve in its atmosphere.

But my attention was caught by an asshole who was groping my neighbor girl, and for some reason, she wasn’t resisting. She giggled, whispering something in his ear and moved with him to the rhythm of the song.

I instantly sobered up, and as if waking from a trance from the bloody cocktail, I quickly walked to them. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her to my side. The man was pretty pissed off when I meddled with their dance and cut off their connection like a jealous fiancé. He probably intended to fight me since my neighbor was shouting ‘what the hell?’ ‘Are you mad?’ and she almost crushed my feet with her stilettos. The man was about to say something when he recognized me as the host of the party. He retreated, and I was actually relieved. I didn’t like the idea of beating him up in front of my friends.

As he walked away, I forcefully dragged his ex-dance partner into my bathroom. I shoved her in and turned on the light while locking us inside.

“What the fuck was that?” I pressed her to explain, snarling like an enraged beast which was teased by mocking hunters. I had no right to question her, but for some reason, I was acting like her husband.

Why? I didn’t fully comprehend why I was doing this!

“Nothing,” she answered indifferently, turning to the mirror and washing her lipstick off from her plump lips with her index finger.

This casual gesture caused my penis to jerk.

God dammit! She is a witch.

“What do you mean nothing?” I roared.

How could she be so calm when another man was touching her? Maybe she wanted it, and I interrupted them! How could I blame her? It was not like we were a couple. Yet...

“It means that if someone could do a blowjob for you, why can’t I have some fun too? Moreover, after our sex that day, it seems you have forgotten about my existence!” Her eyes radiated hate and rage. She was on edge.

“Are you jealous?” I voiced out as the thought flashed through my mind, and I chuckled.

She had no reason to be jealous. Zelina was my friend.

“Not at all. You have your own life; I have mine,” she vocalized, adjusting her hairstyle. Turning to me, she continued, “Let me out, Raj.”

“Not until you tell me your name,” I replied, smiling.

“Fuck you, asshole!” she swore, trying to reach for the door handle.

“Do you still dream about me fucking you?” I blurted out, and a satisfied grin appeared on my face.

I know we have good chemistry. And not just that.

“Get lost, you jerk!” She punched me in the chest, believing that I would give up. But I never gave up. That’s how I had always been.

I grabbed her ass and roughly pinned her to the wall. Because of the suddenness, she flapped her hands and accidentally hit the wooden shelf where my toiletries sat. My razor, shaving cream, and other stuff flew down, creating a special cacophony of sounds which turned my inner lust motor even more. I started to caress her thighs, seeking her quick obedience to me, but she didn’t give in. I got my hands under her skirt, but she didn’t move. When I found her silk panties, pleasant to the touch, I took them off her, stroking her intimate wet place.

“No one else will do to you what I do to you today...and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and for the rest of the days to come. You’re only mine. Spread your legs.”

She did as I requested and then abruptly yanked my jeans and underwear down. My cock instantly jumped out of my boxers, as I continued to contemplate her slender body.

Yeah. I was very much excited. This woman was my aphrodisiac. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

I stepped up, fascinated by the smell of her perfume and her lily-white skin. I lifted her up from the floor and wrapped my body with her legs.

“You’re the best and the only exhibit of my erotic collection.” I slid a hand from her tailbone to her back and my English rose was instantly covered with goosebumps. “I didn’t let Zelina give me a blowjob. She’s just a friend,” I articulated.

“Of course!” she delivered, sarcastically. “And you were talking about the weather, I suppose, when I saw you both in the corner.”

“Stop it!”

I decided to prove that her assumptions were false as I penetrated her deep and rough. She began to breathe faster when I slipped a hand under her blouse and began to massage her breast. As I touched her body, my hands

pleasantly tingled and infinite heat spread from my fingertips to my heart. I fucking desired her.

“Tell me your name,” I ordered her, making sharp tremors in her pussy. “Come on!”

“No,” she gasped, tilting her head back and directing her gaze to the ceiling. She was exhausted. I was ready to swear that she was.

“Tell me...” I muttered, twisting my penis inside her. She started moaning, begging me to stop teasing her, but I didn’t allow her cum.

I let her feet touch the floor and then turned her face to the wall. I entered her from behind, and she squeaked, feeling my insistent penis inside her. I moved, not a mite tired, grabbing her hair and biting her shoulder blade. She trembled in pleasure, but I didn’t let her move. I controlled all her actions.

“If you don’t tell me your name, you will not have an orgasm,” I smirked, continuing to string her front passage.

“Raj!” she cried out when I plunged fully into her and increased the pace of my thrusts. I watched her reaction and her increscent tension. She clung on to the sink and purred something under her breath as I enjoyed her obedience. I was reaching my climax too.

“Tell me, jaan...” I conveyed, not ceasing my movements. I was chasing nirvana.

“Summer!” she yelled as she came violently and squeezed my hard dick with all her might. I too reached my limit, satisfied that I got what I craved. Her name and her humility.

We delinked, and she turned to me halfway. Her chocolate eyes sparkled with happiness, with hope for the best. I also hoped that she would forgive me for what had happened earlier.

Then a resounding slap fell on my cheek.

What the fuck?!

“What was that for?” I inquired, perplexed, rubbing my cheek.

“You allowed her to stroke you,” my sugar lady declared, pompously lifting up her little nose.

“Yes...but I was drunk,” I purred, kissing her neck and chin, “I’m sorry.”

“You will have to ask for my forgiveness every night to make amends,” she suggested, glaring at me, but with a slight smile on her lips.

“I’m ready for it, Summer,” I whispered, aware that what she hungered for was long passionate hot sex from morning to evening. We could do it on the couch, on the balcony, or in the bath. On the floor. Literally everywhere we imagined. I definitely liked that she also burned for me.

Her name really suited her. She was warm like summer itself. She was my seductress—my incomparable, vibrant woman who gave me the chance to feel alive again.