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Sasuke was angry, well, angry wasn't exactly the right word for what he was feeling, more like furious.
He had left his office slamming the door and was heading towards the exit of the building where he worked while slightly loosening his tie. He hadn't had a good day at work. He had just lost one of the company's most valuable clients and all because the strategy he had prepared hadn't been enough since what the other company was offering them was much better. And Sasuke didn't like to lose.
Furious, he headed towards his car that was in the office parking lot, he knew from the moment he had left his office where he wanted to go.
To the strip club where his coworkers went to celebrate anything work-related.
At first Sasuke was dragged along by them, but since he set his sights on one of the girls who worked there, he went simply to calm his stress and a way to release his frustrations.
Although the strip club was quite strict in its rules; no touching the girls, no trying anything that wasn't under the dancers' consent, and much less, no sex. It wasn't a brothel, and Sasuke was clear about that. But today he needed to release that stress more than ever, he needed to release his frustration, and he knew with whom: the pink-haired dancer, Sakura.
So, since he left that office, he only had one thing on his mind, and that was pink, with creamy skin and clear green eyes. She was like a walking fantasy; the biggest fantasy of any man who frequented that club, and today he wanted her for himself, only for him.
He had known her for a long time, they had shared a drink on more than one occasion. He knew that she did that to be able to pay for her medical studies, in fact she wasn't a frequent worker. She was rather there some weekends, but being so popular that the men paid more than normal and that was enough for her.
I hope she is working this Friday night. He thought as he started the car and drove over there.
When he arrived at the club, it was already late, it was rush hour. It was already packed with men, and women were walking around there watching and looking for their next victim who would give them all the money they had in their wallets that night.
Sasuke quickly looked around the place, seeing no trace of her. He sat down frustrated at the bar and ordered a whiskey. As he savored the bitter liquor that ran down his esophagus and burned his trachea, he observed the pink color around his periphery. There she was, dressed, if you could say she was dressed, in a maroon corset-style top, which squeezed her small breasts and made her look like they were bigger than they actually were. Underneath she was wearing a skirt, also maroon, very, too short, which vaguely covered her rear, clearly observing that she was wearing a thong under said skirt the same color as the top.
He finished the drink in one gulp, paid the waiter without taking his eyes off the pink-haired girl, and quickly walked towards her.
When Sakura noticed someone walking towards her, she looked at him in surprise, giving him a pleasant and genuine smile.
“Sasuke, long time no see,” she greeted him and Sasuke looked at her serious as he approached.
“I want to book a dance, now,” he said in her ear almost with a growl, his voice was drastic, he couldn't wait, he didn't want to wait. Sakura looked at him strangely because of his sullen attitude.
“Sure,” she replied as she nodded and took his hand; a very common gesture among dancers to sensually lead their clients to a more private and comfortable place.
Sasuke followed her without thinking, observing her figure from behind; Her long pink hair that fell like a warm waterfall down her almost exposed back, her muscles that remained moving because of the position of her arm backwards, and her butt almost exposed beneath the short skirt. In addition to her beautiful long legs that made her look slimmer thanks to the high heels she was wearing and she walked with total naturalness with them.
With just that image in front of him, all his attention was focusing on a single part of his body, all his blood slowly focusing on his lower parts. Sasuke growled frustrated.
When they reached the private room Sakura directed him to the chair where he was to sit, and he sat down without complaining, observing every movement and gesture she made. At that moment Sasuke completely loosened his tie, as if he was lacking air to breathe. That room was small and the atmosphere was too dense, having her there half naked, the woman he wanted to see, touch, kiss, caress, fuck. There in front of him, at last, was being too intoxicating for him.
The music started playing, and Sakura began with some small movements, moving closer to him. Sasuke sat there without taking his eyes off her, all of her was lascivious. She was like a forbidden piece, the most desired sin; there in front of him, dancing just for him and looking at him with that vague look, as if her eyelashes weighed her down without being able to see her beautiful green eyes properly.
Sakura was on top of him this time, rubbing her body all over his, her butt on top of his bulge, hard and desperately eager to feel friction. The contact of her body on top of his was being too overwhelming. He needed more, not just a small part of her, not the fraction she gave to everyone else, he wanted her for himself, exclusively for himself. He wanted her to give him what she didn't give to others.
The moment she knelt in front of him, Sasuke crouched down and took her by the chin, the gesture was too rough, so Sakura looked at him in surprise. But she didn't show any signs of discomfort. More like surprise.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear with an almost hoarse and urgent voice. Sakura tensed up, and looked at him arching a thin eyebrow, “now,” it was like a threat, a wish, a plea.
“Sasuke, I notice you're different tonight. Is everything okay?” she asked with a tone of genuine concern, her hands remained in his lap. Those hands so close to his dick burned him, he needed them to go higher, he needed her to help him release the hardness that was pulsing between his legs.
“You’re not my therapist,” he replied curtly.
“I’m not your whore either,” she said irritated with a frown as she stood up and slightly moved away from him.
“Damn it, Sakura,” said gruffly as he ran his hand through his hair showing clear frustration. He pulled something out of one of his pants pockets and then walked over to the jacket that was on an armchair in the corner of the room and pulled out a pen that he always carried. He wrote something down on the card he had taken out of his pocket and handed it to Sakura. “This is my address, when you finish your shift come over,” he said as he put on his jacket, stopping short before leaving. “If you want,” he said before leaving the private room.
Sakura stood there in surprise with the card in her hands as he walked away.
Several hours had passed since Sasuke had arrived at his apartment, and he had already had several drinks while desperately waiting for her arrival. He was still wearing his work clothes, the pants from one of his collections of expensive suits, the white shirt, which was now unbuttoned leaving his entire torso exposed, and his tie lying somewhere along with his jacket.
Even though it was first of December and the streets were half covered in snow, his apartment was warm, and the level of alcohol in his body had warmed him up. Sasuke sat on the couch with a lost look, thinking only about one thing while he held the glass of whiskey in his left hand, and so painfully hard remembering her movements above his body. He remained there, not knowing if she would appear.
The doorbell rang.
To Sasuke's pleasant surprise, it seemed that the pink-haired girl had accepted his offer. And Sasuke smiled lasciviously in anticipation of everything he wanted to do to her.
When he opened the front door of the apartment, there stood the woman he couldn't get out of his head all night. She was now wearing way too many layers for Sasuke's liking. She even wore a woolly hat that covered her ears from the cold, a baggy coat, jeans, and boots.
“Come in,” he invited her in as Sakura looked at him with an embarrassed smile. Sasuke figured this was probably the first time she had done something like that. Although he doubted, he was the first client to offer her such a thing, Sasuke's ego swelled at the thought that he was the only one she had taken up on the offer. “Would you like something to drink?” he offered.
“Okay, whatever will do,” she replied nervously, probably needing any kind of alcohol to calm her nerves. And Sasuke brought her a glass just like the one in his hand with the same liquor. Sakura drank it all in one go, and Sasuke watched her in surprise, arching an eyebrow with an amused smile.
“Sasuke, I hope you don’t think I do this often,” she began to explain, not wanting to seem like she was just another slut.
“I don’t mind,” he lied as he lunged at her, not wanting to hear her excuse him anymore, he had waited long enough. And Sakura received him surprised but quickly placed her cold hands on his warm torso. He began to remove each of the layers she was wearing and Sakura helped him. The kiss was desperate and erratic, but with total and absolute devotion. He finally had in his arms the woman he had been wanting and craving all damn day.
When he got to removing the last layer she was wearing, he could finally see her in her underwear, although she was still in her jeans. He began to kiss her warm neck, as he went down to the mounds of her breasts, one of his hands on her hair and the other carelessly pressed on her hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh. Sakura let out a moan.
Sasuke lifted her up by her thighs, she wrapped her legs around his hips. He led her to his bedroom as he placed her on his bed, almost dropping her on top of it. At that moment Sasuke finished taking off his shirt, which seemed to bother him, and lunged at her, flexing every muscle in his arms and torso. Sasuke watched Sakura's gaze darken with desire at that moment. And he smiled pleased as he hurriedly unbuttoned her pants, leaving her in only her underwear.
Finally, Sasuke thought.
He finally had Sakura all to himself, there on his bed in her underwear, definitely not as sexy and flashy as the one she wore at work, but definitely only and exclusively for him. He let out a growl as he lunged for her neck, and Sakura placed her hands on his hair, as she sighed eagerly.
Sasuke's kisses on her neck, collarbone, and breasts were frantic as he searched around the back of her bra to unclasp it. It was bothering him, he wanted to see her small, beautiful breasts, he wanted to eat them out and feel them on his mouth, his tongue. He wanted to hear her moan his name as he sucked on every inch of her skin. When he unclasped her bra and left her small mounds free, he watched with pleasure what he desired most.
“You're so beautiful,” he whispered as he attacked one of her breasts, and with one hand he caressed the other, while with his other hand caressed her thigh all over, eager to touch her all over. “You shouldn't work there, it pisses me off to know that other men also want you and are probably jerking off right now while thinking about you,” he said as if he was angry just thinking about it.
“Sasuke, it's just a job,” she answered in a broken voice between moans. “But…” she tried to speak as Sasuke this time put one of his hands between her legs and began searching for her clit, “now don’t think about it,” she said before letting out a moan as she felt one of his fingers inside her.
Her insides were warm, and she was all soaked. Sasuke stuck a second finger in, fucking her hard while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Sasuke was living his biggest fantasy; touching her all for him, only for him. Doing whatever he wanted with her, and he wasn't going to waste that opportunity. Who knew if Sakura would ever accept an offer like that again, and Sasuke didn't even know if she had a boyfriend either. He didn't know much about her, only that she was finishing her medical degree and living with one of her classmates. She had a cat and she loved watching movies.
All he cared about right now was hearing her cry and fucking her until she forgot her own name.
He kept fucking her with his fingers while caressing her clit in circles and hearing her slowly reaching to the peak, as she came over his hand.
Sasuke kept pushing his fingers inside her violently anticipating what it was going to be like to be inside her, so warm and tight. She was all heaven with all the pleasures at his disposal.
“Sasuke,” Sakura said once her orgasm rushed all over her body and now, she was writhing under his body, so sensitive for his constant touch. her slender fingers touching the edge of his pants, and her gaze fixed on his such like a plea. Sakura sat up on her knees on the bed, and took his pants in her hands as she unbuttoned them, and pulled them down revealing his hard cock there ready for her. But Sakura had other ideas at that moment. She crouched down and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he felt her on his hardness taking every inch of him, the sensation too delicious to be true. He grabbed Sakura’s hair tightly as he guided her to the speed he wanted, hearing her choke but take every inch of his dick so well. Sasuke began to rock for release, but he pushed her away by the hair roughly, looking into her teary eyes that looked at him with lust. “You’re going to make me cum,” he said with a furious look and Sakura smiled amusedly.
He pulled his pants off completely, as he watched Sakura lay down on his bed preparing for him. Although she was still wearing her panties, he gently removed them leaving a thin thread of her essence on the panties, enjoying every inch of her long legs and revealing her gorgeous pink cunt.
He got on top of her, his entire body covering her small, delicate body, taking one of her legs by the thigh and positioning on top of her. He positioned himself at her center, sinking eagerly inside her, as he let out a quiet sigh at the feeling of her insides.
Being wrapped by her was better than any other sensation. Not letting her get used to his size, he began to thrust hard, watching as her breasts moved with each movement of his hips and Sakura desperately grabbed onto his biceps, digging her nails in, and wildly screaming at her almost crazed feeling.
He fucked her relentless, while he held one of her legs to keep her perfectly open for him wrapped around him and the other hand around her delicate and soft neck, choking her with such possession, wanting her to only let herself be touched by him and no one else, to be his forever.
Sakura kept her mouth open looking for air, but that excited her, he could know it because of all her soaking core, listening to the sound of her fluids with each push he gave against her hips. And her screams muffled by the lack of air. Sasuke was almost on the edge looking at her like that all for him at his mercy, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She was his now in that moment and that drove him crazy.
Sasuke stopped thrusting, not wanting to finish so quickly, and turned her around, looking at her beautiful figure from behind, running his rough hand over her perfect, round ass, squeezing it as he dug his fingers in. The other hand reached for her hair and grabbed her long pink hair as he entered her warm, perfect insides again, watching as she arched her back at the feeling of him inside her, looking for him to fuck her.
“That's how you like it, huh?” he whispered in her ear as he held her by the hair, his thrusts hard and deliberated, “you like it hard and rough, huh?” he said, almost delirious at the sweet sensation of her cunt, and Sakura looked at him insatiably.
“Yes, that's how I like it,” Sakura said. At her response, Sasuke kissed her desperately as he continued to push hard. Sakura cries were feverish and his movements harder, noticing how Sakura's insides tightened, feeling spasms, on the verge of her second orgasm. That sensation was too much for Sasuke, so when he noticed how Sakura came around his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer and came a few seconds later, letting out a guttural growl in her ear.
Sasuke's body collapsed on Sakura's small body, surrounding her in his arms, she was so delicate and precious that he couldn't get away from her. He still couldn't believe that Sakura had accepted his offer and now he didn't know what to say to her after getting what he wanted. But he still didn't move an inch away from her, still being inside her.
"I hope I wasn't too rough with you," he said as he surrounded her with his heavy arms on her, not wanting to let her go, and Sakura settled there beside him, feeling his warm body on hers, apparently, she was enjoying it as much as he was.
"Enough to enjoy," she replied as she caressed his arms that surrounded her waist.
Sasuke noticed how his body was getting heavy, as well as his eyelids, he let himself be carried away by the sweet scent of Sakura's hair and the fine touch of her soft skin, falling asleep peacefully surrounding her by his body.
The next morning Sasuke woke up with a tremendous headache, the brightness of the daylight coming through the curtains of his bedroom bothered him, covering his eyes with his right hand while with the other he searched for Sakura's body beside him, but there was no one there, the bed remained cold. Sasuke sat up to look around; no trace of the pink-haired girl, she had left leaving him there naked between the sheets of his wide bed.
He sighed as he lay back down on his bed leaving his head on the pillow.
Leaving him there alone in his misery.