At that point, I decided to push it all in. She had to cover her mouth so her moan wouldn't be heard all the way down the hall.
"Do you want me to take it out?" I asked her.
"No! I want you to fuck me!"
I started making smooth movements, and she was touching her breasts for me. The sight of her body was perfect, and I was more excited to see her face of pleasure every time our bodies collided.
"You're such a good girl," I said to her.
"I don't want to be," she replied with a moan. "Faster."
I grabbed her by the thighs and flipped her over. I then helped her get on all fours and stopped for just a few seconds to admire her juicy ass, and after giving her a good spanking, I thrust my cock into her again, this time picking up the pace faster and faster.
"Yes, don't stop!" she said between loud moans.
I was turned on and just wanted to fuck her harder.
"I want to do this forever," I said.
She moaned and squeezed her hot pussy, causing the sensation to be more pleasurable.
Our bodies whipped and mingled, as did our essences and souls. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life.
"Tell me I'm yours," she demanded as I squeezed her buttocks.
"You're mine alone," I assured her, "I own you."
She was getting wetter, and the sensation was exquisite. Our bodies were in indescribable bliss, in an endless party.
"I..." she bit her lips as if to avoid saying what was on her mind, but because of our connection, I already knew what she wanted to say, so I completed the sentence.
"I love you," I said, feeling my words coming from deep inside me.
Her vagina tightened further, and suddenly, we climaxed simultaneously and dropped onto the bed.
I was exhausted but satisfied, and because the effects of the wine were still in me, I closed my eyes and let myself go into a deep sleep.
Chapter 3 Cathy
I felt a pressure in my head. My eyelids were heavy, and I had a strange feeling that something was wrong. I was completely naked in a bed that was not my own, and I was not alone.
"I thought you would sleep all morning," the strange man said as he put on a white t-shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was not surprised by my presence. In fact, he looked comfortable.
"Who are you?" I took the white sheets and wrapped them around me. "What are you doing here? Who let you in?”
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," he replied, expressionless. "This is my room."
"No way," I said as I looked in all directions for the key. "My sister, where is she?"
"I don't even know your name or who you are, let alone know who your sister is.” The handsome man walked toward me, and he had a crumpled sky-blue cloth in his right hand, so compressed it lookedlike it was vacuum-packed. "Here, it might be a little big for you, but it's better than nothing," he said.
I unfolded the bundle of cloth and found a wrinkled t-shirt, five or six sizes bigger than I wore. I looked at the floor, where the dress was, and understood what he meant. The golden garment was in tatters.
My body ached, especially my butt and legs. "No! Tell me nothing happened," I said, digging my eyes into his deep, dark gaze.
"I'd like to say no, but..."
