Diary Of A Bad Girl.

The virile stallion that stood shirtless before me took my breath away.

I watched in awe as he slowly worked to pull his sweatpants lower and lower till the cloth pooled at his ankles. His body glistened with moisture; his smooth skin, with a complexion resembling the colour of yummy chocolate, rippled severally as he fulfilled this action; his magnetic eyes capturing mine and holding on to it.

I gasped when he stood straight.

Like damn! What on earth was that huge, long and hard-as-rock mass of veins wired together and visibly pulsating against the awe inspiring sinew of his abs?

It surely could be his cock!

However, as he kicked off his pants and slowly began to make his way towards where I stood with the organ; huge and heavy with cum, drawing closer for an up close view, my doubts were alleviated.

But my head was screaming something else;

How the fuck had he gotten as thick and long as that?! And most importantly, I was I going to take in that beast and not tear in half?!

His lust laden eyes raked over my body in silent appraisal as he drew closer. It was then that I realised how bare I was to his eyes.

I stood before him; naked as the day I was born, my titties heavy and my nipples hard with need.

I didn't know how I became naked, I was not sure why we were in a dark room with a basic poster bed, a simple couch and wine coloured silk strewn everywhere.

I didn't even know this guy.

But when he offered his hand, like a gentleman would a Lady at a ball, and I latched mine on to it; when he yanked me towards him and smashed his alcohol flavored lips to mine, when his magical palms began to knead my boobs with such expertise; I knew, without a doubt, that the man wanted me.

And the heavens be damned, I wanted him too!

I wanted to do a lot of dirty things to him; I wanted to pull at the ponytail that sat limp, atop his head and release his hair as I straddled him and sank his cock into my wetness. I wanted him to groan my name when I fell to my knees and took his entire length down my throat. I wanted him to shoot his cum all over my ass and drive into me from behind.

However, my beastly lover seemed to be content in only mauling my lips and wrapping his hands —which I had come to realise was very useful— around my waist in a vice like grip. I began to fidget because I wanted more.

It wasn't even want anymore. At this point, it was need!

It looked as if he got the greenlight he needed, for his hands started to explore; from the tiny growth just below my nape, to the pebbles my nipples had become. He began to trail kisses down my neck and I gasped in the new burst of pleasure that engulfed my senses when his warm, moist lips closed around my left nipple.

Now that is more like it!

His wandering hands began, slowly, to trail towards my mound, which, for some reason, heightened my desire to a new level. I found myself entwining my fingers into the band of his ponytail and pulling it off; as a result, his hair fell to his face on a whim. He pulled away from my breast and shook his head to get the mass away from his face in a way that only turned me on more.

That was sexy as fuck!

His hooded eyes connected with mine as his fingers finally got to their desired destination and celebrated with a dive into the hot mess my pussy had become.

My brain shut down immediately.

And he didn't stop there, he went on to shove in another fat finger to accompany the first; making me yell profanities. He basked in the acute expression of pleasure I knew I was currently sporting when he curled both within me. His member bobbed in excitement

This was a type of enjoyment I could use for life; this man, whoever he was, was so damn good!

Forever surely wasn't my portion, because he abruptly withdrew his fingers from my warmth, but hooked his arms around my laps to whisk me up before I was able to voice out my displeasure of his former action.

The intensity of the electricity that came with the feel of his rubbery body against mine, left me paralysed. Especially when my opening was just over his bulging organ, brushing over it ever so slightly.

The plethora of utter bliss that washed over me was so intense that I felt like I would burst.

When the mystery man aligned his gaze with mine; the champagne colour of his orbs dilating with lust and want, wordlessly seeking my consent, I knew it was the time to feel that huge cock tear through me; so I braced myself for impact and nodded.

However, the pain, mixed with pleasure that I awaited never happened. The fullness of his pulsating cock I was so eager for him to slam into me, I never felt it;

Because I was tapped awake at just that moment, by none other than my annoying, as hell, little sister.

"Mum requires your attention in the living room Vee, she's leaving for the airport in a bit and would like to have a word with you," Lizzie informed as she continued to tap lightly on my ass.

I felt like crying out in sheer frustration and pummeling someone to death, but I settled for a long, dry hiss instead.

"Is that the reason you had balls to come into my room and say shit?! Do I look like I care whether that hag lives or dies?" I yelled hysterically and shot up into a seating position.

Lizzie was wise to take several steps away and stand at alert, in case I intended to break her head with the flower vase she thought I was reaching for.

As much as I would have loved to do just that, I reached for my phone instead to check on the time and just like I knew it would be; a few fucking minutes was just past 4AM!

I couldn't believe my luck. Really.

I redirected my glare towards my sister —who had begun to silently retreat out of the room— and she held her hands up in surrender.

"Don't look at me like that, I was only delivering a message," she offered before bolting out of the room.

"Fuck you!" I yelled after her in frustration, before focusing on catching my breath to wonder what the hag wanted from me so early in the morning that it couldn't wait a few seconds more.

A few seconds was just what I'd needed to feel that monstrous junk drive into my cunt and fill me to the brim. It didn't matter that it was just some fucked up figment of my imagination, I just needed a few more seconds!

I would have hopped back right into bed if I was sure that I, and whoever that manly beast was, would continue just where we'd left off, but I knew better.

That blasted cock wasn't something I'd ever feel again. Not even in my wildest dreams.

And the realisation saddened me more than I should have allowed.

Sigh.

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