Hey!
This is my first OS ever. It may not be that good, so please go gentle on me!Rude Boy
Come on rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough
Take it, take it
Baby, baby
Take it, take it
Love me, love me
She sat on the barstool, dallying with her glass of White Russian on the bar-counter. Dressed in an aquamarine party number, which left her back almost bare, she attracted numerous glances, a curious mixture of envy and lust. She sat there, conscious of her appeal, as the multitudinous glittering lights of the club danced on her milky satin skin and augmented her magical aura. Combined with her constant roving eyes, she made a perfect picture of a nubile nymph on prowl.
At last her eyes found what they sought. He was lolling by the counter, with his drink in his hands, engaged in conversation with a blonde. One look at his face, and she knew that he was not interested. She kept her eyes locked on him, hoping that he would look in her direction. And he did. She held his gaze for a few seconds before she looked away. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him hug the blonde girl, whisper something in her ears and then leave.
Tonight
I'mma let you be the captain
Tonight
I'mma let you do your thing, yeah
Tonight
I'mma let you be a rider
Giddy up
Giddy up
Giddy up, babe
Tonight
I'mma let it be fire
Tonight
I'mma let you take me higher
Tonight
Baby we can get it on, yeah
we can get it on, yeah
Minutes later, he was leaning against the counter by her seat. She could his muscles straining against his pristine white shirt and teamed with a black leather ensemble, he looked delectable. His eyes were like two pools of gray water.
"May I ask this beautiful lady for a dance?"
"Nope. I am good."
He tilted his head, as if assessing her expression. She pretended to be non-chalant.
"I saw you staring. Liked what you saw?"
She chuckled. "You looked good from here. Close-up' not so sure."
"Ouch. That hurt."
She smiled. "Now, if you may excuse me'" she slipped down from her stool and walked away.
Tonight
I'mma give it to you harder
Tonight
I'mma turn your body out
Relax
Let me do it how I wanna
If you got it
I need it
And I'mma put it down
Buckle up
I'mma give it to you stronger
Hands up
We can go a little longer
Tonight
I'mma get a little crazy
Get a little crazy, baby
She walked along the deserted hallway, as the sound of her heels striking against the marble floor reverberated. She suddenly felt someone grab her from and slam her against the wall. She tried fighting, but her hands were locked in a steel grip behind her.
"You are hurting me."
"You hurt my ego."
He secured her hands in one hand, and with the other he lightly traced the contours of her waist and stroked her bare back. She shivered.
"Not so feisty are we now, huh?"
Her eyes blazed. "I don't have a choice, do I?"
He roughly pulled her against his chest, and started planting light kisses on the hollow of her neck. He nipped her ear and heard her moan.
"Well, you have a choice, provided you make it real quick. You want me to do it here, or take the celebration to my room?"
I wa-wa-want
What you wa-wa-want
Give it to me baby
Like boom, boom, boom
What I wa-wa-want
Is what you wa-wa-want
Na, na-aaah
Come here rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough
Take it, take it
Baby, baby
Take it, take it
Love me, love me
Her beautiful dress reduced to shreds under his impatient fingers. She ripped open his shirt, with the buttons hurling all across the room. She pulled down his pants and roughly pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on his chest and alternately kissed and bit his throat and chest and then firmly stroked his throbbing hardness. He groaned under her ministrations.
He flipped her on her back and crushed his lips on hers.
"Enough of the foreplay!".
He plunged inside her, and caressed her mounds. She arched her back, as she felt the ripples of pleasure tear her apart. She dug her nails on his back, and the stinging feeling there, told him that she had drawn his blood.
I like the way you touch me there
I like the way you pull my hair
Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking
No, no
I like when you tell me kiss it there
I like when you tell me move it there
So giddy up
Time to giddy up
You say you're a rude boy
Show me what you got now
Come here right now
Take it, take it
Baby, baby
Take it, take it
Love me, love me
They both lay on the bed, tangled in the black satin sheets, exhausted yet content. She was sprawled across his chest, as he played with her hair.
"That was fantastic. I did not know you can act so well, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan!"
He chuckled. "You did pretty well too, Mrs. Zoya Asad Khan."
Zoya laughed. To Asad they sounded like the peal of bells in sun-shiny morning. He could do anything to hear her laugh, including fulfilling her kinky role-playing fantasies, he thought cringingly.
Zoya gazed into his eyes, with a playful smile on her lips, she said, "I think I am going to enjoy my honeymoon."
Asad grinned. "That is precisely the idea!".
And claimed her lips with a kiss.
