One Night Only

Lillie

I know it’s a silly thing to argue with him. He always gets away with it. No matter how hard he insists, he always comes out on top. As much as I hate his stubbornness, I admit to myself that I like him to take care of me. No one other than my family ever cared about me, much less took care of me. He is the first man in my life, and it’s not about just any man. I’m not saying that because he’s a mafioso, but because of his personality, his rudeness, how attractive he is, his malevolent side and his sweet side. I discovered that he has a good side, and that’s what makes me fall, or rather what already made me fall.

We arrived at the hospital. As soon as he stops in the parking lot, I don’t think anymore and I try to open the door to get off. I don’t want to leave without saying something, but I don’t know what to say. He didn’t say anything the whole way either, not counting our little discussion. When I’m about to leave, he grabs my forearm to pull me to stop.

“Will you leave without saying goodbye?

His gaze locks on mine as I turn sharply towards him.

“I don’t think we’ll see each other again,” I reply, “so goodbye.”

I don’t know how he expected me to say goodbye. It is clear to me that this ends right here and that from now on I will never see him again. I know that he is not a guy who repeats with the same woman. The truth is, I would like him to take me again, but I want him to be a normal man, who is committed to the woman he chooses and is open to feeling and expressing his emotions.

He still grabs my arm while still looking at me.

“I meant differently.

“From what…?

My question is silent when her lips are pressed against mine.

Now I understand what you meant, but as much as I want this is not right. It doesn’t do my heart any good, that crazy, restless organ that’s beating at a thousand. His mouth is like fire, which makes it burn every time he lands on mine. Her soft and warm lips make me want them whenever I see them and more when she smiles. Her velvety tongue turns me on when she runs over my skin or the inside of my mouth.

Everything about him is fire, heat, hell.

His tongue enters my mouth and he moves eagerly. The kiss is fierce, with desperation, but delicious, as it always is. His hand goes to the back of my neck and the other to my waist to get closer to him.

Without realizing it, I end up sitting astride him. His hands take my ass to squeeze it. Meanwhile, our kiss gets wilder. My hands run down the back of her neck and through her hair. I love running my fingers through his short locks and tousling him. His mouth leaves mine to go down my neck, kissing and biting him quickly before going down to my cleavage. He sticks his face between my breasts while he runs his lips and tongue over them. I push him against them, giving him to understand not to stop. In that I feel how one of his hands travels up to my abdomen, caresses my navel and then goes down to the button and closure of my pants. I have to stop him. We are in the parking lot of the hospital where my mother is hospitalized.

“Dante, not here, stop. “I whisper choppily.

Unbutton my pants and pull it down a little next to my panties.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? “His words sound a little more confident, but his voice sounds very agitated”. Because I don’t want to stop. I want to be inside you again” murmurs in my ear.

Damn it, it kills all my sense.

When I’m about to complain about his insistence, I feel his fingers making their way inside me. She gives rich and soft caresses to my clitoris.

“Oh, my God!” i scream. I don’t care if they listen to me anymore.

“No, honey, he’s not God” she replies in a lascivious tone. “He’s your devil, and very perverse.”

He’s never called me that before.

The movement of his fingers is more frantic. The heat and excitement in me increase much more.

“Your demon, your devil, that makes you scream with pleasure.

He’s right, he’s the devil who made me scream with pleasure the moment he makes me burn in his fire and takes me to his exciting and delicious hell.

It is here that I can say that I already love his good and bad side. That devil who can make me feel like I’m in heaven and hell.

His movements are more frantic and anxious. My legs are starting to shake. The muscles of my thighs tighten and I begin to feel that sensation that he only knows how to provoke inside me.

“Oh, Devil!” i squeal very loudly when I feel a delicious and burning orgasm.

Maybe even those inside the white building heard me.

I try to hold myself with my hands resting on his chest. He slowly pulls his fingers out of my interior and then takes them to his mouth to suck them with a lustful look and a cheeky smile, which now causes excitement and desire in me.

Oh, my God, it drives me crazy.

I go downstairs to arrange my clothes, but he stops me while shaking his head.

“I’m not done with you yet. “He grabs me from behind to pull down my pants and with it my underwear”. I have to feel you completely inside. I need your tight pussy in my phallus until I cum inside you.

It can’t be that before I hated his brazenness and vulgarity when he said those dirty words, which now turn me on and I love them to the point of turning me on more.

What have I become?