His lips never leave mine as he wraps his arms around me and starts to slide out. I whimper as the tightness gives way to pure pleasure, and as he slides back in, that pleasure swells to envelope me. I moan eagerly, my legs tightening around his muscled waist, and he starts to drive out and back into me again.

He growls, kissing me deeply and sucking on my bottom lip. His muscled body coils and thrusts, moving faster and deeper until he’s truly fucking me right into the mattress. I cry out in pure bliss and pleasure, clawing at him madly and aching for all of him. I let go completely, losing my mind as his gorgeous, thick cock plunges in and out of my tight little pussy, filling the room with the lewd wet sounds of it.

His balls slap my ass, and he rises up, one hand cupping the back of my head with his fingers entwined in my hair, the other gripping my hip possessively. He thrusts into me, muscles ripping and coiling, and I arch my hips to meet him. I look down, utterly enthralled at the pulse-pounding sight of his huge cock stretching my tight pink lips.

He grunts and thrusts deep, and my eyes roll back as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control. We move faster and faster, and God, it feels like perfection. It feels like his big cock was built to custom fit my pussy. If this is what sex is, holy shit do I get it now.

The room becomes a blur as our sweat-slicked bodies writhe and grind together. His fat cock fills me over and over, my arousal dripping down my thighs and my body trembling until I know I’m going to shatter all over again.

“Oh God! "I gasp, throwing my head back. It occurs to me that I don’t even know his name, which feels fucked up for a second, but the next, it just makes this whole thing even hotter. What is wrong with me?! He grunts deeply as he thrusts into me, and I can feel everything start to crumble.

“Oh God, oh God!” I scream. “Oh fuck, I’m… I’m gonna—!”

“Let me feel you come for me, Angelo,” he growls, thrusting deep into me. “Let me feel this pretty little pussy come on my cock. Let me feel you come, beautiful.” His hand tightens on my hip, and his cock seems to swell inside of me, getting even bigger somehow. He rocks into me, his mouth dropping to suck at my neck and growl into my ear, and suddenly, I lose it. His fat cock slides so deep inside of me, and suddenly, I’m coming.

I scream out my release, clinging to him as he fucks me hard right through my climax.

“Oh fuck, angelo,” he groans. I lean up, my lips against his ears. I gasp, feeling so fucking slutty and wild and reckless. And I loved it!

He groans, and his cock thickens even harder as he buries it deep in my quivering, slick pussy.

“Fill me up.” I don’t even know if I’ve read that line in a romance book or something, but just saying it makes me feel like such a vixen. He grunts when say it though, and suddenly, he drives so fucking deep in me and grips me tightly. His cock jolts deep in me, and suddenly, I can feel it.

I cry out as I come again with him, his groans of pleasure sending me over the edge. His hot cum jets into me, filling me up with thick pulse after thick pulse. Panting, our lips come together, and we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and heat.

We lay like that for I don’t even know how long, just slowly kissing. His fingers tease over my skin, and I shiver in heat as I melt into him. The moon illuminates the room, and the sound of the surf outside washes over us both. Only our soft breathing filled the room.

He stirs finally, raising his head up to look me in the eyes. Gosh, his eyes were mesmerising. He grins, and that smile melts me as he leans in to kiss me gently. “I’ve got an event in the morning, Angelo,” he purrs. “I should probably—”

"You can stay," I blurted out, immediately cringing at my own words. This was my first one-night stand, and I was already messing it up by inviting him to stay. Wasn't the whole point of a fling fucking like wild bunnies and then go your separate ways.

Right? No feelings, just sex?

He grinned at me, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. "I mean, if you want to, I mean... You totally don't have to—" I stuttered.

"I'll stay, beautiful," he purred, leaning in to kiss me softly as his big arms wrapped around me. I moaned into his kiss, my lips moving slowly and deeply against his. But even as I lost myself in the sensation, my mind kept repeating the same mantra: "just meaningless sex." No feelings, no attachment, just pure, unadulterated lust.

…Right? This is just something I had to do. That’s all.

As I snuggled into his chest, I didn't even realize how tired I was until my eyelids started to droop. My head lays on his muscled, tanned chest, and the sound of his heartbeat is the last thing I hear before I fade to sleep.

It's just a fling, I told myself, even as I felt a spark of uncertainty ignite within me. It's just a one-time thing. Right?

I blinked awake to the sound of the ocean waves gently lapping outside and the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. I felt cozy and content, and it wasn't until I realized I was still in his arms that I understood why. I turned to look at his sleeping face, and a slow grin spread across my lips.

This was the man who had taken my virginity, even if he didn't know it. In the movies I've seen, the one-night fling isn’t always so glamorous or sexy the next day.

But that’s not true in this case, at all.

In the morning light, my stranger is somehow even sexier. My eyes swept over his face, taking in the sharp jawline, the perfect cheekbones, and the dark stubble that covered his chin. In the morning light, he looked even more handsome than he had the night before.

I turned slowly in his arms, my eyes dragging over his chest and shoulders. His body was chiseled and smooth, like it had been carved out of marble. Tattoos swirled over his shoulder and down one arm, and I felt a thrill run through me as my fingertips traced over them. He's definitely older than I thought he was at the gala—certainly more like in his thirties. His skin is olive-toned, like he might be Greek or Italian or Spanish or something.

He stirs, growling in his sleep, and his grip on me tightens. I grin, feeling the thrill of that tight grip on me. His hips shift, and I gasp quietly as I feel his big cock brush against my thigh. He’s hard, and I chance pulling away from him and glancing down between us. My jaw drops.

Jesus Christ, how the hell did that even fit in me?

He’s huge, and thick, and just looking at it has my pulse quickening and my pussy growing wetter. I grin wickedly, thinking about the idea of just reaching down and touching him, or even just sliding on top of him and teaching myself a new way to feel that cock. But first, I glance over to the bedside table.

My eyes focus on the clock there, and suddenly, I gasp as I bolt upright. “Shit!” 8am!

The birthday isn’t until this afternoon, but I’ve got a hair appointment together with Marion. Oh who is she? She's my best friend and soon to be step mother. Yes, she's getting married to my Father in three months. Weird right?

Well was at first when I found out about them. I mean, Maverick, my dad, is forty. Marion is twenty—of course that’s going to be a little weird, right? Except, it’s not really, not with them. Yes, my dad is marrying a girl my age range, and some people would freak out about that. But not once you know them.

Marion is way older than her age, and my dad is young at heart. Plus, it’s not like he’s made a habit of dating young girls or anything creepy like that. They’ve never told me the specifics, but really, it just happened. And love is love, after all.

My gasped swear stirs my gorgeous stranger awake, and he grunts as he blinks. I turn, and he looks at me as he starts to grin. “Morning, beautiful,” he purrs. His arms circle me to pull me close, and I’m so close to letting him, before I stop.

“It’s… it’s late, and I’ve got this thing.”

He frowns and looks past me at the clock before he swears and sits bolt upright. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got somewhere to be too.”

I blush. “Sorry."

“Hey,” he grins , reaching out to cup my jaw. “Just so you know, last night was… fuck, angelo,” he growls. “Last night was amazing."

I blush deeply, and suddenly, I’m falling into him. Our lips meet, and I kiss him slowly before I pull back. “I really need to shower before I leave.” He chuckles." I should get go—”

“You can shower here if you want,” I blurt out. I turn like I’m casually reaching for my phone, but it’s actually to hide the fact that I’m physically cringing at how shitty I am at this whole one-night fling thing.

“Yeah? I’d love to.”

I blink and turn back. “You would?”

He grins. “Absolutely. As long as you’re sharing it with me.”

My face burns hot, and so does the heat between my legs. “Sure,” I breathe shyly.

He follows me into the bathroom a few minutes later, giving me time to pee and start the water first. The whole bungalow is designed to look like it’s made out of bamboo and palm fronds—almost like this “glamour camping” tiki feel. Except, it’s also a five-start luxury resort, and I know these bungalows are upwards of two-thousand dollars a night. Perks of having a billionaire dad, what can I say.

The shower is open at the top to the air and covered only by palm tree fronds. I blush at my nakedness in front of him, despite everything, as I step through the glass doors into the gorgeous, huge shower. He follows, keeping close to me even though there are like four shower heads in here.

And I don’t mind one bit. I shampoo and rinse, and then reach for the soap. I glance at him as he washes his own hair, and that spark inside of me burns hot as I let my eyes drink him in. Eyes closed, he tilts his head back to rinse his dark black hair, and I bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to escape. I mean, God, he’s freaking perfect, like a freaking Armani model standing right in front of me, and totally naked. His muscles ripple, and when my eyes drop lower, I blush at the sight of his big dick.

He’s not even hard and the thing is hanging heavy and swollen between his muscled legs. Heat pulses through me, and I moan quietly. I want more of him. A lot more of him. But I know that’s stupid. I know you’re not supposed to do that with a one-night fling, right?

He opens his eyes and grins as he totally busts me staring at his cock.

“Eyes up here, Angelo.”

I blush fiercely and turn away. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t be.” I gasp at his growled words as he comes up behind me. His hands slide over my hips and then up my sides, making me shiver. They slide around to cup my soapy breasts, and his fingers roll over my nipples, making me moan quietly. But I reluctantly pull away, biting my lip.“Sorry, I…”

“We’re in a rush,” he murmurs, half smiling. “I get it.”

We finish rinsing off and step out to towel off. But the whole time, I’m still on freaking fire for him, sneaking peaks of him toweling off that body made for sin.

Out of the bathroom, I slip on a lacy black thong and matching bra, and then pull on a light rainbow coloured breezy dress. My actual dress is waiting with Marion as she had to take them for finishing touches. I’m glancing at the dress in the mirror and smoothing it out when suddenly, he’s moving behind me.

I gasp as his hands wrap around my waist and pull me close against him, and when I look back at the mirror, I moan realizing he’s still naked.

“I want you,” he growls thickly, his voice edged and primal. “I can’t let you walk out of here without feeling you again, Angelo,” he purrs.

I can feel his cock against my ass through the thin dress—so freaking hard and throbbing, and instantly, I’m soaked. I can’t even make words as I slowly nod my head, my pulse racing.

“Please,” is all I can gasp out. But it’s all he needs.

Instantly, he’s kissing my neck, making me moan at the ferocity of his touch. His hands tug the straps of my dress, peeling them and the top part of it down over my breasts. One hand slides around to cup them, teasing my nipples. The other cups my jaw and twists my mouth towards him. He kisses me hungrily, his hips pressing me to the vanity in front of me.

He reaches down, yanking my dress up to my waist, and I whimper as he yanks my panties down to mid-thigh. His huge, rock-hard cock slips between my legs, and I moan eagerly. I try and spread my legs, but they’re still bound tight by my panties. But he doesn’t need me to. I’m so freaking wet that all he needs to do is push his swollen head against my lips before he begins to slip right inside.

I groan deeply, gripping the edge of the vanity as my gorgeous stranger begins to feed his cock into my aching, slick pussy. He hisses into my ear, rocking his hips forward and driving in, until with a cry from my lips, I feel his chiseled abs against my ass. He groans, flexing his cock inside of me and making me moan before he pulls out, only to thrust right back in.

His hand grips my hip, the other tangled in my hair, and he starts to fuck me. I cry out in pure pleasure, the primal feel of him thrusting and rutting into me from behind making me wetter than ever and ache for more. Over and over, his thick, gorgeous cock slides deep inside of me, stretching me so full of him.

My lips cling to him on every thrust, trying to pull him back inside, and the fire inside of me starts to build and build. I moan, turning my head as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. He tugs at my hair, making me whimper in pleasure and then cry out in ecstasy as he fucks my little pussy hard and deep.

I can feel my wetness dripping from my pussy over his balls, and I start to lose all control. I thrust back against him, one hand reaching back to clutch his hip. He pounds into me, growling in my air, and my entire body begins to tense and shiver. Over and over, he buries his hard cock in my slick, tight pussy, until suddenly, I start to fall.

“I’m coming!” I squeal. “I’m coming!" I scream as the orgasm rips through me, my nails digging into the vanity top and his hip. He groans, thrusting into me hard and fast, his thick cock filling me to the brim over and over. I cry out, one orgasm tripping into another and my whole world melting around me. His arms circle me, holding me tight me as he fucks me hard and fast, until suddenly, he rocks deep into me and roars.

“I’m gonna fucking come, beautiful,” he groans.

“Come in me!” I gasp. “I want to—oh fuck!” I moan as I feel him start to fill me, loving the feel of him pulsing inside of me. His hot cum jets deep into my pussy, his hips pinning me to the vanity as he empties his load inside of me.

We stagger to a stop, panting and gasping, and when I look up at him in the mirror, I blush as I start to giggle. He grins, wrapping his big arms around me and kissing the back of my neck. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groans, kissing my skin. He grinds his cock into me, making me whimper before he slowly slides it free of my tight, clinging pussy. He reaches down and tugs my panties up, and I moan quietly as he pulls them tight against my pussy.

“This event you have,” he growls. “I want you to feel me there. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

I turn in his arms and melt against him, kissing him deeply and wildly for I don’t even know how long. Eventually though, he pulls away from me to dress, which I watch eagerly like a total creep, of course. When he’s buttoning his shirt back up, he moves back to kiss me again.

“Last night was awesome,” he groans. “And today was even better.”

“Am I— I mean, am I going to…” I frown. Fuck, I am bungling this whole “no strings attached one-night fling” thing. I force a laugh to wave it off. “Nevermi—”

He cuts me off with a soft kiss, “I already left my number on your bathroom sink,” he purrs. He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and I stare right back at the breathtaking man who’s taken my virginity.

“Have fun at your event today,” he murmurs.

“Have fun at yours,” I whisper back.

And then, he’s gone. I take one second to quickly fix my dress and hair, and then I’m running out the door to apologize to my friend for being late to our appointment.

***

A couple of hours later, I'm in my dress. I walked over to table where some drinks and snacks were. Even though it's a beach party, it was still glamorous. The crowd is starting to fill in their seats, and I grin as my dad walks up.

“Hey kiddo,” he smiles. He looks positively giddy.

“Hey yourself,” I grin back as I hug him tightly. “Happy Birthday, Daddy. "Poor man must have thought I returned alone last night after leaving the event without informing him.

" Thanks, sunshine,” he beams, kissing my forehead before frowning slightly. “I’m just wondering where my fucking best friend is.”

My brow furrows. “Wait Mr Armani isn’t here yet?” Camden Armani is my dad’s business partner, though they know each other from before work, I guess. He used to work for my dad at some other job I don't know about, before having his own organisation. I’ve actually never met the guy, I just know he’s a finance guy like my dad, and a billionaire like him too. He’s also my dad’s best friend, and a special guest today.

“He’s here as in, in Hawaii. He was at the gala. But he’s been missing since last night.” Dad muttered.

I frown. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be here.” Dad nods and smiles at me and then something shines in his eyes. He pulles me to himself, " I want to say thank you.”

“For?” I chuckle, raising a brow.

“For being great. For being the best daughter a dad could ask for.”

I grin, “Well, I do my best.”

He chuckles and gives me a hug, when suddenly he sighs and pulls back, looking past me. “Well it’s about fucking time, man. You know this birthday is about to start, right?”

"I know, I know. I’m sorry, buddy. I got caught up this morning and then had to go and fix some shit back at the office. We’re all good though.”

I freeze at that voice

Hang on.