Chapter 2: Target Located
Weeks and weeks come and go. Samantha saw Felipe at the university campus, always with his girlfriend by his side. He was always ignoring me. I was sad and jealous. I keep watching their sex show on the Internet and sometimes I see Felipe looking at the webcam giving a smile. A smile that was different from the usual ones. Was he smiling that way because he knew I was watching?
On a Wednesday, three months after our fuck, Felipe approaches me at the campus saying her girlfriend is sick and staying at home. Then, he asks me if I want to skip classes and go to a motel with him.
His words come out in a rush, almost as if he can't believe he's saying them himself. "Samantha, I can't stop thinking about that day, about how wet you were, how you loved being fucked so hard," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I can still hear your moans, can still feel you convulse around my cock when you came. I need more of that, Samantha. I need to feel you again."
My heart skips a beat, my body responding instinctively to his words. I know I should say no, that this is dangerous and reckless, but my body aches for him, craving the sensation of his thick cock filling me completely. I look into his eyes, seeing the raw desire that mirrors my own, and make my decision. "Let's go," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
I take Felipe's hand, our fingers entwining as we make our way towards the motel. As we approach the discreet, nondescript building, I feel a thrill of anticipation, my body already humming with desire. Before we enter the room, I turn to face him, my eyes locked onto his. "You know what I love about you, Felipe?" I ask, a playful smile playing on my lips. His eyes widen slightly, a hint of curiosity piquing his interest. "You talk dirty like no one else," I confess, my voice thick with desire. "It drives me wild, hearing those filthy words coming out of your mouth. So, promise me," I say, my voice growing more serious, "promise me you'll talk even dirtier this time." The corners of Felipe's lips curl up into a wicked grin, his eyes darkening with lust.
As they enter the motel room, he wastes no time, the door slamming shut behind them. He pushes Samantha against the wall, his large body pressing against hers. Their lips crash together, a hungry, desperate kiss fueled by months of pent-up desire. Samantha moans into his mouth as Felipe's hands begin to roam her body, tracing the curves of her toned figure, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"You're mine now," he growls against her lips, his voice thick with possessiveness. Samantha's breath hitches, her body responding to his dominant touch. "Say it," he demands, his hands gripping her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Tell me you're mine, Samantha." She looks into his eyes, seeing the raw need and desire that mirror her own.
Felipe's hands slip under her shirt, his palms grazing her smooth, taut skin as he works his way up to her bra. He cups her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Samantha gasps, her breath coming in short, sharp intakes as she feels the heat of his touch. Her body craves more, her hips grinding against his, seeking friction and relief from the ache between her legs.
"You know what I want, Samantha," Felipe growls, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within her. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me you're mine. Tell me no one else gets to touch you, to be inside you.
Say it, Samantha." His voice is low, a commanding rumble that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, his lips grazing my skin as he speaks. There's an urgency in his voice, a hunger that matches my own. I know what he wants to hear, what he needs to hear. I reach up, my hands gripping his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his muscles. I feel his body tense beneath my touch, his cock pulsing against my stomach, eager and ready. I want him, too. I want him so badly it hurts. "I'm yours, Felipe," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "No one else touches me. No one else gets to be inside me.
No one else gets to feel me like you do," Samantha whispers, her voice thick with desire and possession. Felipe's eyes darken with lust as he takes in her words, his body responding to her declaration. He can feel the heat radiating off her, her skin flushed with a fine layer of sweat, her breaths coming in short, sharp intakes. With a low growl, he pulls her shirt over her head, quickly removing the obstacle that separates him from her smooth, taut skin.
He reaches behind her, his fingers deftly unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes roam her body, taking in the sight of her bare breasts, her hardened nipples begging for attention. But he wants more. He wants to taste her, to drive her wild with his tongue. He wants to show her what he can do with his mouth.
Felipe turns Samantha around, pressing her back against the wall again. He quickly unbuttons her jeans, his hands sliding her pants and panties down her legs, pooling them at her feet. Samantha steps out of them, her heart pounding with anticipation. Felipe kneels down before her, his eyes locked onto her most intimate place, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. He leans in, his breath hot against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste her. Samantha gasps, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she braces herself for the pleasure that is about to come. Felipe's tongue flicks against her clit, teasing, and tasting, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. He circles her sensitive nub, his expert movements driving her wild, making her moan with desire.
"Your pussy is so wet, my slut! I want to taste your juices!", Felipe says. Then he resumes licking her pussy and Samantha can't even talk a word, only moans loudly.
Felipe stands up and gets naked, his massive cock standing tall and proud, ready for her. He turns Samantha around, her hands instinctively finding the wall for support. She leans her hands on the wall and looks over her shoulder at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "You're the best slut I will ever find, Samantha," he growls, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. "And now, I'm going to make you feel how good it is to belong to me."
Samantha's breath hitches, her body aching for more of his touch, more of his mouth, more of him inside her. She can feel the heat of his body behind her, the anticipation of his cock filling her completely driving her mad with desire.
"Please, Felipe," she begs, her voice a desperate plea. "I need you." His words are growled against her ear as his hand comes down hard on her ass, the smack echoing in the small motel room. Samantha gasps, her body jolting from the impact. Felipe's voice, thick with desire and lust, follows the action. "Your pussy makes me forget all about her, Samantha. It makes me forget that I even have a girlfriend." Samantha turns her head slightly, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And why would you want to remember her anyway? She'll never be the perfect slut for you like I am," she whispers, her voice a low, sultry purr that drives him wild. Felipe's hand comes down again, this time a little harder, a little rougher, and she moans in response. "That's right, baby. You know it's true.
You know I'm right," Felipe growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. His hand comes down again, a little harder, a little rougher, and I moan in response. Your pussy is mine. Say it." I turn my head slightly, my eyes locked onto his, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Yes, Felipe. My pussy is yours. It's yours to fuck, yours to use, yours to own," I whisper, my voice a low, sultry purr that drives him wild.
Felipe's other hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as his cock presses against my entrance, ready and eager to claim what is his. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the power of his body poised to overwhelm me, to consume me completely.
His cock presses against my entrance, teasing me, claiming me. Then, with a sudden, violent thrust, he slams into me, his massive length filling me completely, stretching me, owning me. I gasp, my fingers digging into the wall for support as I force myself to take him, to accommodate his size.
"That's right, take this dick like the filthy slut you are," he growls, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be limping for days." He pulls back, only to slam into me again, harder this time, his hips colliding with my ass, his balls slapping against my clit. I moan, my body responding to his brutal pace, my hips moving in time with his, meeting his thrusts with equal force.
"Harder," I whisper, my voice barely audible, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I want him to lose control, to fuck me like an animal, to claim me completely.
Felipe growls, his body tensing as he picks up the pace, his cock pounding into me with even more force. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a primal symphony of desire and dominance.
I can feel him, so deep inside me, his cock hitting places I never knew existed. The motel room starts to spin around me as he fucks me senseless. My body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. I need more. I crave it. I want him to take me to the edge and push me over. I scream, my voice raw with passion and desire, "Fuck me harder! Do you want me to cum? Fuck me harder! Smack my ass! Fuck me like a man, motherfucker!"
Felipe's growl is like a beast unleashed, his body responding to my words with unbridled fury. He slams into me with such force that the bed frames bang against the wall, the headboard rattling with each punishing thrust.
I can feel his cock hitting my cervix, filling me to the brim, stretching me to my limits. The pain and pleasure mix into a potent cocktail that sends me spiraling.
"Fuck, you love it rough, don't you? Love being used like a cheap whore. Take this fucking dick, you cock-hungry slut!" he growls, his voice a guttural, primal sound that sends shivers down my spine. His words are like a dirty, depraved caress, pushing me closer to the edge.
I can't help but moan in response, my body arching against his, my hips meeting his thrusts with equal force. I am a slut for him, a filthy whore who craves his cock. I want him to use me, to abuse me, to make me scream his name.
"Yes! That's a real man! AHHHH..." I scream, my voice echoing through the small motel room as waves of pleasure crash over me. My body convulses around his cock, my muscles clenching him tightly as I ride out the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. I can feel my legs giving out, my body on the brink of collapse, but Felipe is there, his strong arms wrapping around me, holding me up, keeping me steady as he continues to fuck me senseless.
Felipe growls low in his throat, his body tensing as he feels me come undone around him. He slams into me one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unleashes his own orgasm. I can feel the warmth of his cum filling me, coating my insides, marking me as his.
Felipe turns Samantha to face him. He kisses her and says: "Best fuck of my life, babe! We're definitely doing this again soon. Now, let's clean up and hit the road. I don't want my girlfriend to get suspicious."
Samantha wanted more, but understood Felipe's reasons. They left the motel planning how they could keep their affair in secret.