Thrust Into His Arms Chapter 9

Unmade By Sobody I don’t Know

I stare blankly at the unfamiliar high ceiling above trying to rember how I ended up in a deluxe suite room that isn’t mine—definitely. It takes a while before it all starts to co to . Cherry nightclub. Annie leaving to go dancing. The charming and flirty bartender guy nad Sam. I rember leaving the bar and riding the elevator up to the second floor to go sleep when I got too drunk. Then I fell into the hands of a stranger, and I let him rail all night long.

Wow. That is crazy.

There is a sweet ache deep and all around in my pussy. I still feel like I am sleeping despite being awake with my eyes already open. That big guy wrecked last night. The sex was filthy, hard, raw and possessive. He kinda choked like, twice. He slapped my pussy too. Fucking hard and dirty with his fingers and his cock.

I thought I disliked hard and filthy sex. The kind that the male partner wants to literally own you and brand himself into you in all the ways possible. I did not get why so won including Annie idolize and romanticize it deeply. I have realized that I do not dislike it. The problem was just that I had grown too accustod to average sex and pleasure, being with n who prioritizes their pleasure over yours and see themselves as bedroom masters

when they are actually worse than amateurs. The man last night introduced to a whole new world. Annie was right. I now see why she makes this place her second ho.

His cock. Dear lord, I cannot even begin to speak about it. None of the n that I have been with before could co close to that. My mind goes back to that short mont when he slowly drags it in and out of . Making feel every ridge, every vein scraping against my inner walls. I felt like I would die from the high pleasure feeling. It was too much for to handle. If felt like being massaged and being fucked at the sa ti. I heard that’s a top tier pleasurable feeling by the way. God, why am I blushing right now? Too much feel good hormones, I guess.

Thankfully, he is not here. His side of the bed had long been empty and cold by the ti I woke up. I cannot ntally applaud and thank him less for that courtesy.

He saved from the walk of sha and having to face him.

It will be so awkward if he was still here. I would not know how to act. I an, I have never done this before.

And now I sort of regret it. In all my dating and romance life, I have always been cheated on. I had never cheated. Even when they broke up with , I always find it hard to move on to another person while they jump off quickly like they have been waiting for it.

It feels nice to cheat back for once. It is therapeutic. The stranger gave the number one best sex of my entire life. I still feel like I am floating on clouds. Everything from the foreplay to the main course was fire. I literally saw stars. Six exes is quite far from being a virgin. My exes all need a lesson from him on how to make love to a woman. He had hit pleasure spots that I didn’t know existed in . I don’t really enjoy sex much most of the ti. I had always believed that the problem that it I the problem lies with. But last night was different. He made crazy wet and fucked my brains out. Up until last night, I thought that phrase was an a re sentence that was overly exaggerated. Yep.

I don’t rember how many tis I reached orgasm. We went at it for a really long ti. I heard it is torture for a woman to be under a man for long. I am not quite sure how many minutes, but Annie says her limit is twenty. If it lasts beyond that she can’t go any further. I lasted more than that from last night up to midnight. He kept my body alive by giving multiple orgasms. Annie would so much love to hear all about it. Speaking of Annie, where is she? I hold the blanket around my self as I sit up, my eyes scanning the room. On the nightstand is my clutch, looking carefully placed on the nightstand. There is a bag there too. The kind that they put new clothes and shoe boxes in for you at a high-end clothing store. I get out of bed and peek inside the bag. In it is a small white note. "Had a fun ti last night. Call if you have any questions. This is for you. Sorry I ripped yours."

It read. Under the writing is a number. A phone number to call. I nod my head understandably. Very thoughtful of him, but will I be needing it? The answer to that is no. Last night was amazing and all, but I have to go back to the reality of pulling through another heartbreak and notifying everyone that the most anticipated wedding is off. I crumple the note paper into a ball and toss it into a trashcan. I find my phone in my bag. It is turned off. Shit. The battery must have died. So that ans that there is no way to reach Annie, or to...

Wait, sunlight—bright morning sunlight? Fuck! Damnit! I have a job that I am supposed to be at!

CALYX

"If she does call saying she wants to et or whatever, you will be the one to go et her and take care of whatever she wants." I instruct my assistant, Ronnie.

"Understood sir." He replies.

"How long until we get there?" I ask, as we have been driving for a while but is still yet to arrive at the damn company that I newly acquired.

"Ten more minutes."

Fucking great.