TWO!

BRIANNA

He turned me around, and I turned to face him as the music changed.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer, moving us to the beat of the music.

He was so near to my neck that I figured he was drunk. I stroked his groin with my ass. He moaned, and I grinned.

He drew me in closer as the music became slower. The pounding of his heart against my back was palpable. I couldn't focus on anything as we kept moving in sync. Was I having fun? I'm not sure. However, my body was reacting to both his touch and the music.

Everyone yelled as the music quickly changed. The song of the year was that one. He gave me a hostile turn, and I found it to be really attractive.

We fixed each other with intense looks. I had no idea why he drew me in. I felt dampness between my thighs as he pulled me close and I could feel his crotch between my legs.

He kissed me hard without giving me much of an introduction. I groaned against his lips. His mouth danced over mine, giving me goosebumps. He reached under my underwear and lifted my grown-up. I was moaning carelessly. The entire club would have been focused on me if there hadn't been loud music.

He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I tasted his drunkenness. I ran my hands over his neck and into his hair. I ran my fingers over his chest and through his hair. He groaned against my lips.

As soon as he moved away from me, I heard myself squirt and cry for more. From the club, he hauled me upstairs to a penthouse. Once inside, I looked out onto the balcony and saw the city. It brought back memories of my parents' house. How they would view the stars with me when I was having trouble falling asleep.

"Who are you?" My spine tingled at that voice. I dried my tears and turned to face him, staring at him sultrily. Nothing will make this evening unpleasant.

"Brianna," I answered, pulling up my gown as I heard him take a long breath.

"From what pack are you?” He was obviously more drunk than before. What exactly does he mean by "pack"? I approached him gently so that he could enjoy each step I took.

When I finally got to him, his blue eyes, which add to his handsomeness, glowed brighter than the stars in the sky.

I moaned as he put his hands on my ass and squeezed it. He firmly pressed his lips into mine, as if it was what he had been waiting for, and we both enjoyed the sensation of his tongue digging into my mouth and grasping my behind.

His tongue touched mine, and I was covered in moans. The room started to spin. I desired more. I needed more.

"More." I groaned as his hands touched my breast. Both hands on my breast and my ass. It was more than I could handle.

"Please, more!" I emitted a louder moan.

"What more?" His sly smile was palpable on my skin.

"More of you please." I answered.

He spun me around, lowering the gown's zip and turning me with it. It was nice to feel the balcony wind. It was already quite warm.

Stark naked As I turned to face him, love and pleasure were in his eyes as he asked, "Like what you see?"

He just "lay on the bed," not replying. His voice is strong.

After swallowing, I turned to face the bed. I reclined on my side.

I watched him fumbling with his belt. I made my way over to him.

"Allow me." I took the belt off of him, and then he removed the remaining part.

I reclined, and he spread my legs apart, groaned at what he saw.

"You look amazing." I flushed at his whisper.

I jerked up as he bowed his head towards my V-area.

"What are you doing?" I enquired.

"Down on your side." Once more, he gave an order.

His head got there, and although I was waiting for him to move, I felt nothing.

I felt his tongue suddenly on my clitoris. My head jerked back, causing me to scream.

Nobody has ever touched me there, ever.

I kept thrusting my hips forward and tilting my head back at every sensation as his tongue circled around my clit.

Something was beginning to grow inside of me. I nestled his head between my thighs and sank my fingers deep into his hair.

I was moving on the bed unevenly and moaned uncontrollably as he devoured me.

I would never let a stranger do this to me, and he was a stranger. But I can be taken away by this stranger.

I could feel the crazy pleasure developing and said, "I'm coming." I groaned.

Pulling out, he maneuvered me. I imagined lying on top of him. Pleasure was not what he desired. Which seemed strange to me.

We both moaned as he dipped his penis inside my vagina.

"You feel wonderful." As I grind him, he said to me,

"He feels so good." I heard myself making me stop.

"Why did you stop?" He enquired.

His moan drove me insane as I kept bouncing my ass in his dick.

I remained motionless on his lap as he rocked me back and forth. I'm letting out my moans carelessly.

"I'm so close." Silently, I said, "not yet." The voice called out to me once more.

I felt like I was simply too drunk to care. He spun me around as he pulled out.

I bounced even harder as his dick went into me while I was still seated. causing the room to fill with our moans. My body felt weighty, as if I were experiencing something for two people.

I moaned in my head as soon as I felt his hands on my breast. I could see my fingers swelling as I put my hands on his legs. similar to fangs.

He rolled me over on the bed, threw himself upon me, and pushed into me. It was exquisite, and I let out a scream.

I felt like my head was spinning and my breathing was labored. I questioned if Trisha was having as much fun as I was.

A searing pain pierced my flesh deep into my shoulder. He moaned as I felt my fingertips splay across his skin.

It was the most sensual thing I had ever heard, but not in a painful way.

"I'm coming," he moaned. Even I was pretty close.

After a few thrusts deep into me, we both let go and let out our moans at the same thing.

Whispering "MATE," he dove to the other side of the bed.

Mate? After my mother informed me of my origins, I had flashbacks to some of the articles I had read.

I attempted to consider it, but a wave of dizziness overcame me.