11

"Avann Nicholas," I said my name and that was enough to pass the entry of the night club which had a tremendous opening tonight. I arrived here in Paris by an evening at 6 pm and I could assure you all that I had really missed this beautiful city of Paris. Reaching there at first, I met my old friends and had shots of Chiseling vodka. I called my dad and informed him of my safe arrival. No matter what, wherever I am, the only thing he needs to know is my location.

The last time I came here to Paris was two years ago on a surprise visit. At that time, my own business was taking a rise. "Jako Wine" is Co-partnered by me and I have a friend Roger Scott who is a New yorker by birth and he had faithfully assisted me in taking my business up to such global heights.

When I completed my internship in Australian in hotel management, I was really not interested in continuing my dad's own hotel, instead, I wanted to do something different, and unique in my own, and from Aussie, I took a long flight and arrived in Newyork.

I have fucking interest in poison Wine.... making, sipping, distributing, and creating.

With few friends, I started 'Jako Wine' and I must not deny Roger helped me and established my firm in the long run. His support throughout my journey was phenomenal.

And so, for now, after making success in my work, I thought to surprise my dad with my sudden arrival at home but his sources in New York disclosed that I am coming and so he informed in everyone and began some bizarre preparations.

More than that he wanted to have an ostentatious wedding for me. My dearest mother often asks if I am still dating Allen, my former girlfriend in Paris but she is faraway and I deliberately lost interest in her.

 For a long, they wanted me to get married and settle in Paris and begin a fresh brand of Jako Wine in Paris. They always wanted me to continue the hotel business being the CEO of it but "I love Wine, can't leave that."

Hence, when I came to Paris, I thought I will have a final discussion with them of not settling in Paris for the hotel but my decision changed when I saw an amazingly hot chick in the club where my friends took me. 

She was an exquisite beauty who looked pale and lonely when I saw her from a distance. Her eyes were set on a dancing couple and she carried a slight anger, an unknown thirst for something. She was looking at the couple and it seemed like she knew the girl, probably her friend.

While the entire club was grooving to the music, she was lost and traumatic with something which I could not figure out. She was taking drinks and sipping it like it was just water.

Every second I saw her and it added my attraction more for her. Have I not seen other girls before her? Yes, I did, but she looked different. The entire club was enjoying, drinking, dancing, and sprightly rolling on the floor but she chose to stand in the corner. She could have approached any handsome men around her, instead, she chose to drink.

"Isn't she beautiful?" She was indeed sexy and beautiful both. By her face and features, she appeared to be in her twenties, with long hair and a petite face. Her pink lips looked like fruit and I wished to just lay my lips there. 

The hot chick wore a tube top and I just could not move my eyes away from there. The tube top gave a good shape and heaviness to her bosom. I knew the palm of my hands would fit there perfectly. Her navel button was visible, enticing me to grab her open waist and slight my fingers down to her hidden part inside the white skirt.

What could be more enthusiastic than to put her between my thighs and fuck her damn raw?

The skirt ended just above her knees and I could not stop but glare at those long, slender thighs. She literally looked like fire to me and I wanted to be burned inside her even if it takes miles to fulfill.

I thought to speak to her but the moment I reached close to her, she lost her balance due to alcohol consumption and when she was about to fall, I grabbed her by the waist.

"Are you good?" I asked and she took a moment to glance and then abruptly, she smashed her lips onto me.

"What on earth I would think of this risqué kiss?"

My body hummed with sensation, intrigue, arousal, and approval. I could not withdraw nor want to be set free from such a paradise, I had always craved the kind of kisses that would leave me disoriented and simultaneously make me feel that there is no other place, I would rather love to exist. Her kiss ignited a fire inside me and I pulled her closer to give her the feel she needed. 

We came to the upper floor of the clubbing house or I would say, she dragged me up there.

She was drunk and I did not want to misuse her in such a condition but she insisted to see the heavens.

I could barely withstand the sexual appeal from her. "Have I not desired the same?"

Moments back, I was ogling her, and now, being present in a room with her and having her quite close to me, why am I not taking her into account?

At first, I refused but when she whispered, licking my earlobe, and drawing her gentle hands down my abdomen, I could barely control the rising temperature.

 "Either you fuck me or I fuck someone else." She said and I pinned her to the nearest wall, kissing her more ferociously and cruelly. Picking her up in my arms and binding her wet lips to do more foreplay...sucking her breath out completely till she pats my shoulder for a rest,

"No dear, I am not going to give a single rest tonight," I told her after dropping her down and turning her to face the table. Removing her tiny-teeny tube top from her delicate skin,

I began to run my forefinger along the edge of my fantasies and desires.