Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity


    Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity


    My excited pussy secreted more fluids, allowing hisrge, purplish-red hardness to push through


    every soft part of me effortlessly. He pushed forcefully, the friction stimting my clitoris until he was


    deep inside.


    We both moaned with pleasure, and Antonio paused, panting.


    As he breathed heavily, my body shook more violently, the feeling of fullness making my vagina


    perceive a threat. It contracted involuntarily, trying to expel the object Antonio had pushed inside.


    But the more my vagina contracted, the more his penis swelled inside me, making me feel it might


    be exploding.


    "Antonio..." I gasped, a cold sweat breaking out. "You need to pull out, you..."


    Antonio''s Adam''s apple bobbed, his body burning as if his blood were boiling. He lifted one of my


    legs to his waist, "You can take it, Sienna."


    With that, he thrust his hips sharply, prating that tenderest part of mepletely.


    The deep thrust made my whole body shudder, my torso arching sharply as I let out a coarse breath


    and a strange moan from my throat.


    It made me feel like I was still a virgin, awkward yet filled with anticipation.


    My body swayed with his thrusts, forced to endure his half-maddened barrage, even my moans


    were intermittent, "Antonio, ah... stop, stop, uh..."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Antonio surged over me, his fierce member driving in and out, the tender space inside making sticky


    noises every time he thrust. I iled my limbs, trying to struggle, but no matter how I tried to escape,


    I couldn''t evade Antonio''s controlling hands.


    "You''re amazing, Sienna. You are amazing," Antonio groaned in satisfaction, his member still buried


    deep inside me, forcefully hitting every sensitive spot I could ever imagine, forcing out fervent cries


    from me.


    Antonio''s body was not perfect; I meant, it bore many scars, old and new, across his chest and


    arms,plementing the explosive strength of his muscr build, and exuding a raw, dominating


    power.


    Unable to resist any longer, I caressed his wildness, wrapping my arms around his neck and


    reaching to his back, facilitating an even more fierce impact.


    After several hundred intense thrusts, a heat built up in my lower abdomen, the acidic swelling


    inside reaching a peak until his swollen member finally filled my wombpletely, and what


    followed were spurts of pungent semen, fiercely and continuously flooding my womb…


    This was the most perfect sex I had ever experienced, and I fell in love with the sensation.


    "Ah!" My eyes widened as I stared at the ceiling, finally passing out amidst the familiar ring of my


    cell phone.


    Finally it was the rm that woke me up.


    I sprang out of bed, the soreness in my body and the persistent fullness in my pussy reminding me


    of the wild lovemaking from the night before, causing my face to pale and then flush.


    Had I really slept with a stranger I met at a bar? It was insane! The sound of running water came


    from the bathroom, and through the frosted ss door, I could vaguely see Antonio''s body, perfect


    like a Greek sculpture. His healthy skin tone, muscr bulges, and perfect abs... His scars did not


    mar his beauty but added a fearsome masculinity. Any woman would blush and palpitate at his


    fierceness and power. He was truly magnificent, Antonio.


    But I still remembered the gunfire fromst night, and my intuition told me he was a very dangerous


    man. I needed to leave quickly. Weakly, I climbed out of the disheveled bed. My body was clean, but


    I couldn''t find my skirt. Luckily, my handbag was still there, so I still had enough cash to cover


    Antonio''s fee, and I could pay for a set of clothes from the hotel wardrobe with the remainder.


    I hurriedly dressed and left before the shower turned off. As I exited the hotel, the curious and


    puzzled looks from the hotel staff and passersby made me realize how inappropriate the men''s shirt


    and trousers were on me. They were toorge, even though I rolled up the sleeves and pant legs.


    The hangover was still there; I needed a coffee. I wanted to go home, take a shower, change into


    somethingfortable and dry, and then get a good sleep.


    Antonio had taken me to a fancy hotel, but the cash I left should cover the cost ofst night. I hailed


    a taxi. What a crazy night! My mind was a mess, but I remembered how I had rushed back from the


    college photography exhibition, nning to surprise Nico, only to receive a bigger surprise from him


    and Livia.


    Then there wasst night, my cheeks still flushed from the intense encounter, Antonio''s muscr


    nakedness, his abs, and more...


    I felt myself getting wet again.


    Stop! Stop thinking about it, Sienna! It was just a one-night stand with a hooker, just a one-night


    stand! A new day had started, it was time to ditch the jerks, forget Antonio, and start anew.


    Rihanna''s song yed in the taxi, pulling my thoughts back as I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out,


    puzzled by the same unfamiliar number that had calledst night. "Hello?"


    "Is this Sienna?" A strange yet familiar voice echoed in my ear, making my body stiffen and


    interrupting my thoughts about my graduation project, "Mom?"


    "Yes, it''s me, it''s your mom." Her voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of tentativeness and


    appeasement, "Come to Phdelphia, Sienna. Val is getting married, and she would love to have


    your blessing."


    Val, Valentina Davis, my younger sister, lived in Phdelphia with our mother after their divorce. She


    was getting married? How old was she now? Before tears could well up, I was shocked by the news


    of Valentina''s wedding. I couldn''t believe it. Valentina was younger than me-she was not even


    twenty this year-and she was getting married? What about her studies?


    "Mom, this is so sudden," I frowned, ncing out the car window at the grey rooftops of the


    suburban homes, "Who is she marrying?"


    "An heir from the Luciano family..." Mom''s tone was light and happy.


    She seemed very pleased with Valentina''s fiancé, but... "an heir from the Luciano family" sounded


    just like some rich man''s son. Our family was quite ordinary, would Valentina really be happy


    marrying into that family? Was it truly her choice? "Did she finish college?" I voiced my biggest


    concern, "I mean, she''s young, and I think education is as important as marriage."