Roni checked her watch for the third time in five minutes. The taxi was already late. She tapped her foot impatiently on the sidewalk, the rhythm echoing the beat of her racing heart. The street was quiet, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city and the occasional rustle of a leaf dancing in the evening breeze. She was dressed to impress, her hair in loose waves, makeup subtle yet alluring, and a skirt that flirted with the idea of being too short. The air had anticipation and a hint of sweet perfume that clung to her skin.
Finally, the yellow cab rounded the corner, its headlights piercing the gathering dusk. Roni stepped forward, her heels clicking against the pavement, and opened the door. She slid into the backseat, her silk blouse gliding against the worn leather. A sigh of relief leaving her lips. As she opened her mouth to tell the driver where to take her, the door beside her opened and a man slid into the taxi.
He was breathtakingly handsome, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes so dark they could swallow stars. Roni felt a jolt of surprise as he leaned in, his warm breath caressing her cheek as he spoke to the driver. “Take us to the Marquez Hotel.” His voice was deep and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to ignore the sudden heat that bloomed in her cheeks as she stole a sideways glance at him. He was dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and the scent of his cologne filled the car with an intoxicating allure.
The driver nodded and the car jolted forward again. The handsome stranger turned to Roni, a smirk playing on his lips. “I hope you don’t mind the company,” he said, his eyes lingering on hers a moment too long. The air in the taxi grew heavy with something unspoken, something that made Roni’s heart skip a beat. She managed a shaky smile in return, her voice a little too high when she said, “Not at all.”
The man’s gaze traveled down her body, lingering on her legs before returning to her face. Without asking, he reached over and took her hand, his grip firm and possessive. His thumb traced lazy circles on her palm, sending a shiver through her. She felt a strange mix of excitement and fear as the taxi wove through the city streets, the lights outside becoming a blur of color and light. She knew she should say something, protest, or at least ask his name, but the words were stuck in her throat.
The stranger leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve been watching you,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” Roni’s heart hammered in her chest as she felt his hand move up her thigh, pushing the fabric of her skirt aside. He was so close now, his hand so dangerously high, that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She wanted to pull away, to scream, to do anything but sit there, frozen, as his fingers inched closer to her most private space.
The taxi stopped abruptly, and the handsome man withdrew his hand. “We’re here,” he announced, his voice still a seductive whisper. The driver looked at them both in the mirror, his expression unreadable. Roni’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t quite name. She looked out the window, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, and took in the grandeur of the Marquez Hotel looming before them. The neon lights reflected off the gleaming chrome and glass, casting a garish glow on the pavement.
Without releasing her hand, the stranger leaned over and paid the driver, the leather of his wallet whispering against his thigh. The car door opened, and he stepped out, pulling her along with him. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the taxi, sending goosebumps across her skin. Roni’s mind raced. Was she really going to go through with this? But the allure of the unknown, the thrill of danger and desire, was too strong to resist.
The hotel room was a luxurious cocoon, the scent of expensive cologne and fresh flowers mingling with the faint scent of sex that lingered in the air. He closed the door behind them, and the sound of the lock clicking into place was like a gunshot in the quiet. Roni’s breath caught in her throat as he turned to face her, his eyes dark with intent. “I’m going to take you now,” he said, his voice a growl. Before she could respond, his hands were on her again, this time more insistent, more demanding. He pushed her back against the wall, his body pressing into hers, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
The world spun around her as his hands roamed her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. She felt the fabric of her blouse tear away, his hot mouth on her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. A whimper of pleasure escaped her as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples. Roni’s body responded of its own accord, arching into his touch, her hands tangling in his hair. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, telling her to stop, to push him away, but her body was screaming for more.
He lifted her off the ground, carrying her to the massive bed with ease. The weight of him on top of her was exhilarating, terrifying, and she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her. The sound of his zipper was like a thunderclap in the quiet room, and she watched, breathless, as he revealed himself to her. He was everything she had ever fantasized about and more, and the sight of him made her wet with anticipation.
His hands slid under her skirt, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. The fabric was damp with her desire, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I want to taste every inch of you.” He kissed her again, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the act he clearly had in mind. Roni’s body was trembling, her resolve crumbling like sand under the relentless tide of his passion.
The man’s hand slid into her panties, his thumb brushing against her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled against her mouth, the sound dark and triumphant. “You want this,” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” Roni nodded, unable to form words, her body begging for the release she knew he could give her.
He pulled away from her, standing to remove his suit jacket and tie. His shirt followed, revealing a chest that looked like it had been carved from marble. He was all lean muscles and taut, tanned skin. Roni’s eyes devoured him, her body responding to the sight of his nakedness. He returned to the bed, his pants now open, his erection straining against his boxer briefs. He slid them down, freeing himself completely, and Roni felt her mouth go dry at the sight.
Without a word, he bent down and kissed her again, his hand returning to her panties. This time, he didn’t just tease. He ripped them off, the sound of the fabric tearing filling the room. He spread her legs, his gaze hungry as he took in the sight of her. Roni felt a rush of vulnerability, but it only heightened her arousal. He kissed a trail down her stomach, his tongue swirling around her belly button before moving lower. He pushed her thighs apart, his breath hot against her center.
The first touch of his mouth on her was like a bolt of lightning. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. His tongue was a masterful instrument, exploring every fold and crevice, teasing and tasting her until she was trembling with need. Her hands found his hair, her nails digging in as she held him to her, her hips moving in time with his rhythm. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body sing. It was as if he had read the secret desires etched in her soul and was bringing them to life with every flick of his tongue.
Roni felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close, so close to the orgasm that had been building since the moment he’d touched her in the taxi. And then, just as she was about to fall over, he stopped. She opened her eyes to find him smiling wickedly, his chin glistening with her arousal. “Not yet,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “First, I want to feel you around me.” He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. Roni looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with lust, and she nodded. She was ready for whatever he had in store.
With one swift motion, he entered her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as the intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her. He was so much bigger than she had expected, stretching her in a way that was both painful and exquisite. He began to move, his strokes deep and measured, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him to go faster, harder.
The stranger’s movements grew more urgent, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to meet his thrusts, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. Roni’s moans filled the room, echoing off the high ceilings and mixing with the slap of their skin. She could feel her orgasm building again, a pressure that was almost painful in its intensity. It grew with every stroke, until she was sure she would shatter into a million pieces.
He leaned over her, his eyes burning with a fierce need. “I want you to remember this night,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper. “I want you to think of me every time you touch yourself.”
He began to move again, harder and faster this time. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall in a staccato rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. Roni could feel herself climbing again, her body tightening around him, begging for release. She didn’t know his name, didn’t know anything about him, but in that moment, she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the way he made her feel alive and wanted.
The stranger’s movements grew erratic, his breathing harsh. She could feel his muscles tense, and she knew he was close. “Come for me,” he growled, his voice low and guttural. And she did, her body exploding in a shower of stars as he followed her over the edge. They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, the only sound the distant wail of a siren somewhere in the city below.
As Roni’s eyes began to drift shut, she knew that whatever came next, she would never forget this stranger and the way he had made her feel. She had stepped into the unknown, and she had liked it. The taste of danger and desire was still on her lips, and she had the feeling that she had just embarked on an adventure that would change her life forever.
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