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The clock just struck 11 as Lewis and Marielle finished their last drinks. Lewis was trying to get up without stumbling and helped Marielle to her feet, probably to make sure she didn't have the same problem getting up as he did. They both looked at Pierre and me, we were still sipping our last cocktails, as we met their eyes. "We're off to the dance floor, you wanna come?" Lewis smiled and I looked at him excitedly. "Hell yeah!" I shrieked.

I jumped to my feet happily, quickly realising that I too was no longer sober. Two strong hands caught me by the waist as I nearly fell and they guided me through the maze of seats and tables. I mumbled a quick thank you to Pierre and the four of us made our way back inside through the great glass doors. As soon as we opened the doors, the pleasant silence was replaced by loud music.

Inside, the luxurious venue was buzzing with excitement and energy. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes, and the dance floor was packed with elegantly dressed guests, swaying their bodies to the music. The lighting was dazzling, with flashing strobe lights illuminating the room in a rainbow of colours. My body was trying to take me to the masses, to do what they were doing. Not giving a fuck. Enjoying the moment.

But as Pierre's hand tightened around my waist, preventing me from moving, I looked at him in annoyance. "They headed this way", he spoke with his charming accent and pointing his head in the direction where Lewis and Marielle disappeared. We made our way over to my two friends, who were leaning against the bar and ordering a new set of drinks.

"Do you really think they need another glass?" Pierre raised his eyebrows as he spoke to Lewis, who shrugged. "I'm pretty sure after all these years I know their limits a little better than you do, Gasly. Who are you here with anyway?" - "Some of the drivers. You know, the usual guys", he replied with a look of monotony.

The bartender placed four drinks on the counter, my hand immediately reaching for the martini. We toasted for the millionth time tonight, each of us taking a sip from our drinks. I really felt all the alcohol I kept pouring into my body the whole night and I enjoyed the sensation of numbness it made me feel. "Let's go dance!", Marielle squeaked, taking my hand and I downed my drink. Letting her lead me through the people and straight into the crowd. My best friend and I joined in the screams of the crowd once we heard the song the DJ put on. Low by Flo Rida.

These kinds of songs brought out our inner sluts. We mindlessly danced to the lyrics, rocked our bodies to the beat, and with every Low that Flo Rida sang, we would dive to the floor and strip for each other. The way we intertwined as we danced always made everyone question our sexuality, but we don't see why having fun with each other on the dance floor has to mean we're sleeping together.

Lewis and Pierre joined us mid-song and and I noticed Pierre's eyes grew big, probably because he had not expected us to give the performance of our lives to this song. Marielle had her hands around my waist, slowly letting them slide down to my thighs as I bent over and twerked at her. I mean, I was trying to twerk, but I'm pretty sure it looked a little different than I had intended. But I didn't care, I rose back up and roamed my hands all over my body, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment as it was.

Mari suddenly turned on my hip, purposely sending me right into Pierre's arms, with him devilishly smiling down at me. Without a second thought, he pressed my back against his muscular chest and placed his hands on my hip swaying them to the song. My one hand hung around his neck, my other one laid on top of his, we eliminated any space between us, wanting to be as close as possible. His face came down to my neck and whispering "You look stunning tonight, Amilia"

I don't think any other man has had the same effect on me as he has. I have known him for about 3 hours now, but the things I have heard about him making me feel like I've known him for years. Why does he have such power over me? Maybe it's the confidence and charisma he exudes, drawing women to him like moths to a flame. His charm and wit are matched only by his skill in the art of seduction, and he knows just what to say and do to make women weak at the knees. From what I've heard, his effects can be felt long after he's left a room, with women still talking about him and the way he made them feel. Some may envy his skill, others may be suspicious of his intentions. But there's no denying the power that a man who knows his way with women can wield, and the effect he can have on the hearts and minds of those he encounters.

His touch alone made my thoughts disappear, his mischievous smile made me melt. I wasn't a woman for love, but this man would have me at his feet if I would want to. His face like an angel with a smile so enchanting even Lewis couldn't keep up with him and his eyes as blue as the shimmering seas. His body as muscular and well defined as a statue carved in marble. The things i would let this man do to me would surely send me straight to a mental hospital. No one was as self-destructive as I was and this man was the one for my next kick.

The Fifty Shades of Grey version of Crazy In Love was next. The DJ really wanting to bless us with the good ones. Through the slight smoke and lack of light I could just make out Lewis dancing with a girl, but he had his back facing me and I couldn't really see her, but he seemed to be having a good time so I didn't pay any further attention.

With the song slowly starting to get steamy, Pierre turned me around, his eyes piercing through my soul. We didn't leave our hands in the same spot for a second, his hands now an inch above my butt, waiting for my consent. I took his hand in mine and pushed it down roughly, perfectly cupping my cheek, not wanting to wait for him to do it himself. He had been teasing me constantly since we started dancing and it was driving me nuts.

Pierre slowly slid his hand through one of the slits in my dress and now placed it on my bare ass, pressing our bodies tightly against each other, every touch electric with desire. I didn't even think about breaking the intense eye contact, it turned me on watching his reaction as he traced my perfect curves. I started to feel the wetness in my string as I arched towards him, wanting to feel every inch of his sweaty body against my exposed skin. He had undone his top buttons a while ago and the view was absolutely mouthwatering. The heat between us was palpable, a searing blaze that threatened to consume us both.

The other dancers around us melted away, leaving just the two of us lost in our own private world of passion and attraction. We were consumed by the moment, our bodies moving together in a frenzied dance that left us both breathless and wanting more. I felt Pierre's fingertips exploring the hem of my thong as he made his way down along the seam, lightly brushing his hand against my upper thigh. I closed my eyes in lust, being the first to break the eye contact that we had maintained throughout the length of the song.

Pierre placed his soft lips against the skin of my neck, sucking lightly as I felt his fingers move closer to my dripping wet crotch. His free hand roamed up and down my side, swaying it to the last bits of the song. He nibbled on my earlobe and ran his tongue up and down my neck, driving me absolutely insane. If we weren't on a dance floor with hundreds of people all over each other, we'd probably get kicked out for the soft porn we were creating on the spot.

The song ended and we didn't move a limb. He leaned his forehead against mine and I could hear our fast breaths mixed together. Heaven by Julia Michaels started playing. They really could've just taken us to a private room instead, these Songs are having an immense effect on us and the people surrounding.

Pierre turned me around again and pressed his erection right into my butt and I could tell that whatever he was hiding in those pants must be a gift for my hard work this year, I don't know how else I deserved what I was feeling right there. This time he slipped both his hands through the slits on each side of my short dress and caressed my thighs and his mouth planted small kisses along my hairline. I let out a soft moan, my body tense with the pleasure that was overtaking me. Apparently it wasn't quiet enough because I could feel Pierre smiling against my skin.

The little moan I let out encouraged him to continue touching me further down. One of his hands slowly trailed the middle finger along my covered slit, probably feeling the wetness beneath the fabric. "All this for me?" He whispered in my ear. I let out a gasp as he unexpectedly slid his finger right into my wetness, tormenting me with the slow movements he began to make. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" Pierre said, his accent coming through more than it had before.

Without hesitation, I took his hand in mine and led him out of the large, crowded room and into the main stairwell. I had no idea where I was heading, but I was determined to find a bedroom somewhere in this huge mansion. We hurried up the stairs and we found ourselves in a large corridor with several doors on each side. I crept along the carpet and opened one of the doors on my left. The room was filled with the scent of roses, a beautiful red carpet and in the centre a large bed with drapery hanging down to the floor.

I pulled Pierre into the room, slowly closing and locking the door behind him. I gave him a grin, knowing exactly what was about to happen. He crashed his body against mine, pressing me against the cold wooden door and placing his naturally full lips on my not so natural ones. Our lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss, the heat between us building with each passing moment.

I could taste the whisky Pierre had had earlier, his hands now back where they had been on the dance floor just moments earlier. I began to undo the remaining buttons as we kissed passionately. He was ready to enter his tongue into my mouth and I let him, both of ours now engaged in a dance of pleasure and need. Meanwhile, I removed his shirt and placed my hands on his bare chest, feeling his manly hair under my fingers.

Our bodies pressed tightly together again, my soft curves moulding to his hard muscles in a perfect fit. His hardness pressed up against my bottom. I let out a soft moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him even closer, if that was even possible. Pierre responded by deepening the kiss with a hunger born of longing and desire. The tip of his tongue brushed against my lips, then biting and sucking. He lifted my dress lightly and ran his fingers up my stomach. Goosebumps started to form all over my body as he made his way up to my breasts.

We broke apart for a moment, our breathing heavy and our hearts racing, only for him to slide my dress up, exposing my breasts as I was wearing nothing but my thong underneath. Pierre's eyes sparkled with hunger as he looked me up and down, noticing a few tattoos around my soft curves. Finally I had the chance to check out his body for a moment and oh my, I can tell you, this was one hell of a man.

We leaned into each other again, our lips meeting in a heated clash of desire. This time I took the lead, my tongue exploring Pierre's mouth with a fierce intensity that surely made him dizzy with lust. His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my ass as he gripped my thighs and lifted me up. Our sweaty chests pressed against each other as he took me to the bedside and threw me on top.

He stood up straight, his eyes meeting mine as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the straps. He took off his elegant black trousers revealing his black Hugo Boss underwear. Pierre smiled at me with a darkened look in his eyes as he took both my hands, pinned them above my head and wrapped his belt around them, tightening it with a firm tug. This was just the way I liked it and I am pumped he thought so too.

Out of nowhere my drunken self had a completely out of place thought and there was nothing I could do about it, so I just let out a little laugh and sang "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" Pierre looked at me and laughed in amusement. "Nearly fluent in French, I see" It must have sounded terrible with the Spanish accent I had, when I spoke other Latin languages.

He climbed on top of me, holding himself with one hand and pressing my hip against his own with the other. "You want this too, do you?" He asked seriously. I just shook my head in agreement and brought my face up against Pierre's, wanting to feel his tongue in my mouth again. As we continued to make out, he moved his hand to my thong and pulled it off in one smooth movement. He placed his thumb on my clit and began to slowly draw circles. His remaining fingers began to massage my throbbing entrance. I was aching to finally take his hard length, so I tried to move my bonded hands down, but he immediately pushed them back into the sheets.

Pierre let go of my lips and looked me dead in the eye. "If you keep moving, I will stop, darling," I nodded slightly, the air hot with sweat, lust and hunger. He made his way back to my mouth, planting kisses on the edges of my lips and working his way down. Meanwhile, his fingers slowly slipped into my pussy, his thumb pleasing my clit with quick strokes. Pierre began to pick up the pace and started to suck on my neck, probably leaving dark marks with the tension he was creating.

I was a moaning mess now. He finger-fucked me with fast motions until I closed my eyes in pleasure and arched my back, trying to drive his fingers deeper into me, which he did when he realised my intentions. "Pierre! Fuck!" I screamed for the whole floor to hear, but I didn't give a shit. Because that man right there was pushing me to my very limits with three fucking fingers.

When Pierre noticed that I was getting closer, he brought his lips to my breasts and gave them a good suck. As he continued to bend his fingers right into my G-spot, combined with the strokes of his thumb, I finally felt the wave of pleasure approaching. My moans began to quicken as the orgasm hit and I came right on top of his hand, causing Pierre to groan at the sight of this hot sex fantasy lying right underneath him.

He wasted no time in removing his boxers and we could hear the people making their way outside to watch the fireworks as they loudly started to count down from ten to zero. Pierre grinned down at my panting self. He waited a few seconds before positioning himself over my entrance and simultaneously with the sound of champagne corks popping and the cheers from outside, he pushed himself into me and immediately began to pick up his pace. I let out a shocked gasp as I had to adjust to his large cock for a moment. But Pierre didn't allow me a moment, he fucked me hard and fast. Pierre leaned down and put his face close to my ear. "Happy New Year, baby" And then I realised why he waited a few seconds, he wanted to fuck me into the new year.

And with that he turned me around, grabbed my hips and rammed his dick into my pussy from behind. Tears welled up in my eyes because my body couldn't cope with the pleasure that kept rolling over me as I came a second time, screaming his name. He laughed devilishly and took my breasts in his hands and bringing my back up against his chest. I could hear him groaning with each thrust, which was fucking hot.

Shortly after, Pierre started to tense up and finished inside of me. "Fuck Amilia!" With that he placed some last short kisses on my nape. He pulled his dick out of me, rushed to the ensuite bathroom and came back for cleaning me up with a soft towel. He then cleaned himself up and offered me a hand to help me up. "Fancy a shower?" Pierre winked at me and we made our way to the bathroom, which we then haven't left for another hour. I suppose you can imagine why.

๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฐ. ๐ˆ'๐ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ? ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ? ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐ž๐ญ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ/๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ. ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐€๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ง!

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