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Chapter 3: Surprise

He looks at me with desire, more than I can measure or consider ever having been desired before.

“Are you okay?” His finger hovers over my mouth, stroking my lower lip.

“I'm just a little nervous. I've never done this before,” I say softly, embarrassed to hear my own words.

He moves his hand to my cheek and caresses it, carefully, as he has shown himself to be until now.

“I imagine it's not common for you to go to a hotel with a stranger.” He innocently affirms, not realizing that my words refer to something else.

My hands sweat, and at the same time, I feel them cold. I rub them against my dress, feeling my courage fade away as time passes. I want to avoid it, but I can't go on without him knowing.

“It's not that, John. I've never done anything like what we're about to do.” He remains still in front of me, without any reaction. He must think I'm lying, I’ve been there before.

“So, you're…” His words take a while to come out. “… You're a virgin, babe?” I confirm. He raises an eyebrow, surprised.

“Is that a problem?” I ask, but he immediately denies it.

Without saying anything, I see him walk to the sofa. He takes off his blazer and throws it onto the upholstery, exposing the white shirt folded on his forearm, the muscles struggling to escape from the tight shirt. Oh gosh, I feel like I'm going to explode.

“Don't worry, love. I'll be gentle.” His warm breath hits me before he gives me a slow and overwhelming kiss.

I feel his arms dig into my waist, and he lifts me effortlessly onto his lap before heading to bed. His body presses against mine on the soft mattress, and he holds my hands above my head, imprisoning them like handcuffs.

His lips explore my neck with slow, wet kisses, and he continues, skillfully descending until he reaches the height of my breasts. I'm still dressed, so he pulls me with one hand, forcefully opening the dress.

He removes the shirt almost tearing off all the buttons, not caring to unbutton them calmly, while displaying the thirst in his eyes as he sees me almost completely naked, surrendered.

“I won't run away,” I say. He smiles but doesn't respond. He's too busy analyzing me.

The moment his mouth touches my breasts is as if heaven is at the tips of my fingers. Or rather, his tongue. He adeptly massages my nipples with his tong, lightly trapping them between his teeth before sucking on them with even more intensity.

The pleasure is almost painful, and I feel my moist insides pulsating.

He descends through my chest and continues to explore me until he's between my legs. His tongue slides over my wet panties, and a smile forms on his lips. He tries not to boast as he realizes how wet I am just from his kisses. Then he swiftly removes them, leaving me completely exposed to his touch.

His mouth deviates from its true objective, torturing me as it wanders along the inside of my thigh. My hands instinctively grab his hair, and I plead:

“Eat me out, please,” I say in a playful, breathless tone. He bites his lip in response, showing how much he enjoys hearing me beg.

And so, he fulfills my request.

His tongue easily finds my clitoris. I feel my body pulsating as his mouth touches different parts of me. The sensation is indescribable, and he seems to savor every inch he touches. He tastes me and indulges himself. He grasps my thighs firmly, plunging deeper into me. I'm surprised by how much he seems to enjoy what he does, and damn, he does it so well.

I feel the flush on my face; the heat is unbearable, and my legs almost give way, powerless. I'm cumming, and he's only just begun. Shit, how embarrassing. What will he think of me?

I see him smile as he notices. He moves his body over me, dragging his mouth across my entire being, kissing me, allowing me to taste my own essence still stuck on his lips.

“So quickly, you didn't even let me enjoy it…” He continues kissing me, making my body feel that the explosion wasn't enough.

“I'm sorry,” I say, ashamed. “I couldn't help it.”

“Don't apologize for that, love.” When he calls me that, I feel the heat intensify.

“I want you satisfied when I'm done,” he says before pulling away again.

I see him remove the rest of his clothes until he exposes an incredibly hard dick, longing for attention. I rise impulsively and try to touch him; I want to please him too, but he pushes me back until I'm completely lying down.

He wants me to have all the attention. I like that.

The emptiness between my legs is already noticeable, and I'm eager for him to return. His right-hand caresses my face, and his left handles his now protected dick, teasing me even more as it brushes against my entrance.

“You're sadistic.” My words come out almost like a moan, and he seems to enjoy it because he continues to tease me.

“Ask for it, Hana. Ask, and I'll give it to you,” he says, brushing his beard against my ear.

“Fuck me, Mr. Kauer.” I do my best to make it sound sexy, and he moves abruptly.

Finally, I feel him enter inside me. His penis slowly invades me, and I hardly care about the initial pain. I want to feel him. If the pain is necessary for that, it's worth it.

I reach for his hips and push him onto me, eager, almost regretting it as I feel my insides expand with his size. He's so thick; he fills me almost beyond what I feel capable of accommodating.

But the pain is fleeting and deliciously blends with the most pleasurable sensation I've ever felt. Fuck, he fucks me so good that I want to cry.

His body moves deliciously above me, and when I see that he's close, I grab his torso, pulling him into a kiss. He cums inside me as I savor his tongue, and the sounds he makes while kissing at the same time drive me crazy. I feel the urge to repeat everything that just happened.

John Kauer was the first and best sex I could ever imagine.

Nothing could ruin the incredible night we had. At least that's what I thought until I saw him unlock his phone before answering a call after we had sex twice in a row.

I recognize John in the picture with a woman, but it's not her figure that worries me; it's the boy standing between them.

He's younger, but it's easy to recognize him. It’s Nathan on that picture. And just like that, I understand why his name sounds so familiar.

John Kauer is the mysterious stepfather of my ex-boyfriend.

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