2| Steel fucking rod!

She swung her head to the side to see who her savior was. One flick of her gaze on him, and she could see how tall he was. 6 feet tall, if she should guess. Even under his white shirt, she could see his solid muscle build. He looked like someone who had picked up heavy objects, put them down, and then done that again a billion times.

He was so fucking hot!

Slowly, her gaze traveled up to his face, and her breath literally seized the moment her eyes met his brown eyes.

He exuded so much grace and power. The complete picture of him looked like he came straight out of a fashion magazine. His cheekbones and jaw were so razor sharp that she wanted to rub her fingers on their perfect edge. Everything about him was sculpted to perfection.

"Are you okay?" He asked, with a voice that she could lick, as he raked his fingers through his thick brown hair.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her head took a quick spin, and she felt her body falling to the floor.

But before she could reach the floor, the stranger standing before her wrapped his strong arms around her waist and supported her back up to her feet.

The moment that arm came in contact with her waist, an unfamiliar current zapped through her. It was so electrifying, and she had never felt anything like it before.

She hoisted her head to look at him, and her pulse pattered to an uneven beat. Her heart was pounding so hard against her rib cage that she could hear it.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked, staring down at her.

She nodded her head in response.

She could see it in his eyes as well. She could see that he was also feeling the same heat that was burning under her skin.

The desire in his eyes was palpable as he asked. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I caught my boyfriend cheating with my best friend, and I am so hurt. So, I came here to drink until I couldn’t feel any more." She said, honestly.

"So have you gotten rid of the pain?" He asked, their eyes still fixed on each other.

"No, I haven't. My heart still aches." She replied.

On a normal day, she would have never told a stranger something as embarrassing as what she had just told him. It was as if she was compelled to tell the truth with the way he looked deeply into her eyes.

But she didn’t care if she was. She was lost in the depth of his eyes, and she felt the unfamiliar need to crash her lips on his as a swirling heat ignited deep inside her core.

"I could make you forget if you would allow me." He said.

She knew exactly what he was talking about, and she nodded her head in agreement.

Was she thinking? She was clearly not!

She was engulfed in the ribbon of desire that consumed her.

"Follow me." He said this before turning back and started walking.

Without giving it a second thought, she quickly trailed behind him. Whatever it was that was happening to her body, she wanted to feel it to its full extent.

He led her to his private booth, and when they entered, he ordered all the ladies that were inside to get out.

In a split second, they all scrambled out of the room, and she wondered if all of them were his prostitutes.

But she didn’t care, though. That was not going to stop her from experiencing what she was about to experience tonight.

"What’s your name?" He asked when they were finally alone.

"Is that important right now?" She asked.

There was no need for formalities, she thought. They both knew what they wanted.

"Take off your shirt." He instructed.

She must have been really crazy because she didn’t even think twice about obliging.

He inched closer to her, closing the distance between them. And in a swift move, he unclasped her bra, exposing her bare breast.

With the way he did it with so much expertise, she was sure he’d done that more than a thousand times before.

Her eyes darted to his trousers, and a small smile tugged at her lips when she noticed that he was rock hard.

He stared at her half-naked body for a few seconds; it was as if he was trying to fight the attraction. But he seemed to have failed when he grunted, "Dammit!"

Before she knew what hit her, warmth invaded her neck, and her secret part ached in ways that it had never before.

He planted soft kisses on her neck, then trailed those kisses up to her cheeks. And when his face came up to hers, her already rapid heartbeat accelerated.

His lips captured hers, and she moaned softly, giving his tongue an entrance. His tongue came to hers, and they glided their tongues against each other.

Slowly, he inserted his fingers into her skirt and traced a sensual line along the waistline of her pants, sending chills down her spine.

He slipped his fingers into her pants, and a smile toached his lips when his fingers came in contact with her femininity.

She was soaking wet!

As he rubbed his hand back and forth over her wetness, soft moans escaped her lips.

"You are wet for me, baby." He whispered into her ears, and the feel of his warm breath on her ear made her skin tingle.

His finger found her clits, and he drew circles on them, sending her senses into an overdrive.

Her knees weakened, and she couldn’t hold her legs anymore.

She wanted more of him; she wanted to feel his full length inside her, not just his fingers.

"Fuck!" He rasped, his urgency palpable in the way he scooped her up with his strong arms.

Without breaking from the kiss, and with Reese in his arms, he wended his way to the couch in the room and sat her on it.

"What are you?" He asked, he couldn’t believe that there was someone who could make him feel the way he was feeling.

Her gaze traveled down to his trousers, and the thing in between his legs was visibly hard. From the way it bulged under his black pants, she knew it was a steel rod, and her pussy throbbed, curious to know what was beneath those covers.

As if he had read her mind, he clanked his belt open and released his manhood from its prison.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her, and she could feel her core tightening. Her guess was right.

It was a steel fucking rod!

As she opened her mouth to speak, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face down until her mouth was in contact with his shaft.

She just confirmed that she was crazy because she obliged to sucking a stranger’s cock without giving it a second thought.

She cupped his cock with her right hand as she let her tongue get acquainted with the veins on his hard cock.

"Fuck!" He moaned softly, his pleasure palpable in the way he dug his fingers into her hair. "What are you?" He rasped.

She glanced up at him, the look on his face arousing her more than it already had. She wanted to please him more. She had never made anyone feel that way before.

And no man has ever made her feel the way this stranger, whose cock was in her mouth, was making her feel.

As she continued sucking his cock like her life depended on it, the door to the booth was suddenly yanked open, and a waitress bearing a tray of champagne sauntered inside.

She had never felt that embarrassed in her life before.

She was caught on her knees, sucking a man’s cock, and her first instinct was to get the fuck out of there.

She sprung up and scampered around the room until she found her top. She picked it up and slipped it on. Her bra was right next to the top, so she picked it up and stuffed it inside her bag.

The fucking waitress stood there and watched her as she flushed with embarrassment, an evil smile touching her lips.

Before the blink of an eye, she was already out of the booth, and she ran out of the bar as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.