Love Me

1. That Night

It was the perfect engagement party for my perfect sister. Everything was pink and pure, even the modest dress code. I rolled my eyes hoping they'd fall out so the misery would end.

"She's so beautiful." An elderly woman exclaimed behind me.

I turned around to see she was looking at my sister. Of course. Her table mates agreed and I got up before I had to listen to hours of praise for my sister.

Celia was always the apple of everybody's eyes. I was practically invisible and when people did see me, the comparison game began. Which sister is smarter? Which one is prettier? Which one is more feminine? Which is better? The answer was Celia. She was the better one. I only existed to make her look like a goddess.

I grabbed my phone from the table and stompped out of the hotel lobby. On my way, I received a few stares from the men and it made me feel better. The easiest validation for me was to show extra skin and wear tight clothing. On this day in particular, I defied my sister and wore a darker, almost red shade of pink body-con dress instead of her desired light pink and formal. It was sleeveless with the hem reaching mid-thigh and the back revealed my black lacy bra. If I bent down low enough, everyone would see my matching panties, and I loved what that would do to half the men in the room.

Just as I left, I caught a glimpse of Celia's fiance staring me up and down. That made it all worth it.

Celia and Robert were highschool sweethearts. They met in freshman year and were paired for a spanish project. He came over often and that's when our step father and I first met him. He was a gentleman and cool to be around. I liked him a lot since he was practically the only guy who gave me the light of day.

The next year, I began my freshman year of highschool and that's when I asked Celia if she and Robert had a thing for eachother, since he had been spending a lot of time with us at home. She told me there was nothing going on, but the next week, they were officially dating. That was the end of that for me. Of course I still liked him, but after seven years, it was easier to convince myself that I didn't.

I stood just outside the hotel entrance to get a breath of fresh air. The summer night was actually pretty cool and I was thankful for it. Sweat was dripping down my neck and i could finally feel them do their job of cooling me down.

Looking at the time on my phone, I saw that it was nearly midnight and all the guests were leaving. It was about time. I inhaled and exhaled. Thank god the hotel belonged to our rich step father, so i really didn't have to go home for the night.

On my way back in, I spotted Celia and a few of her more sober looking friends. Celia was a light drinker, so it was easy for her to get this drunk. They were all laughing and suddenly Celia threw up all over the place. Immediately a clean up was in order and Celia was escorted out of the hotel by some staff. They'd probably sent her home and helped her settle for the night.

It was then nice and quiet so I decided that it was a good night to take the stairs. My room was on the third floor and so it wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

Just as I arrived to the third floor, a familiar figure sat in the hall with his head rested against the wall. It was obviously Robert with the ridiculous pink tuxedo Celia made him wear. I raised an eyebrow at him but continued to go to my room.

I opened my hotel door to room 345 and suddenly smelled a strong scent of alcohol. A firm hand gently pushed my back until I was all the way in the room. Quickly I turned around to see Robert standing there, rubbing his temples. Then he closed the door behind him, locking it.

My senses increased as the situation registered in my head.

"Robert, what are you doing here?" I whispered.

The blue moonlight leaking through windows revealed a hazy smile on his lips. He took off his blazer and undid his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. I gulped as he revealed his dark upper body to me. It took everything in me to look away from his broad shoulders and toned abs.

"Mila." He called to me with his deep husky voice and stepped towards me. My heart skipped a beat.

"M-me? I thought that you thought I was Celi-" before i could finish, his arms were around me and his lips crashed against mines.

Slowly and carefully, he moved our lips together until I opened my mouth to gasp for air. My heart was beating a thousand miles per hour as he slipped his warm tongue into my mouth. A moan escaped our lips as we exchanged our fluids.

My mind was running wild, unable to process what was going on. Before i knew it, we were on my bed with his weight above me. Our lips were still gently dancing until I put my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away.

It only encouraged him, resulting in a more agressive kiss as he took my hands and pinned them to the bed. I felt so defenseless, but I loved the attention he was giving me. His lips moved down my neck, nibbling my collar bone before sucking on it as if to draw blood.

"R-robert." I tried to say firmly but it came out as a moan of pleasure.

"Mila." He breathed heavily now placing his knee between my legs. "You're so fucking bad."

He got up to pull his pants down, revealing his thick and hard manhood. My pussy tingled at the thought of it inside, but my rational side wondered if it'd fit.

"Robert." I finally gained control of my voice. "Don't do this."

But I wanted him to continue.

He smiled and ran his thumb gently across my bottom lip.

"Everybody was staring at you. I couldn't stand it."

He furrowed his brows and pulled down on the top of my dress, revealing my delicate bra. Immediately I covered them with my arms in embarrassment. I knew they were no where near as big as Celia's, so I didn't want him to see.

It didn't discourage Robert as he travelled down to push my legs apart and ran his tongue up my thigh, stopping before he reached my panties. He then began to suck on the sensitive skin before suddenly sliding my panties aside to suck on my pussy lips.

"Mmmnnn..!" I cried, surprised my the wave of pleasure.

I couldn't think straight anymore as his warm tongue slid between my slit and moved up just before reaching my clit and back down to my opening, massaging it before going back up. His hot breath sent chills throughout my body.

I could feel the fluids leaking from my vagina as my legs began to shake from the pleasure. Pressure began building up at my core but just before I could explode, he pulled away.

Wiping his mouth, he stared into my eyes with lust gleaming in his gaze. Then he placed his left hand firmly on my hip while using his right hand to rub the tip of his cock at my throbbing entrance.

"You're so wet. Fuck." He grunted before slowly entering me.

My body tensed up, "Robert!" I shouted as a ripping pain shot throught out my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I bit back the pain. Yet, the pressure from before finally exploded as he thrust his hips against mine. Waves of pleasure replaced the pain and I pulled him into a tight embrace, crying curse words into his chest.

Faster and faster his hard cock ravished my tingling pussy. He was reaching my deepest parts, filling me up completely. His arms wrapped around me to grab my meaty ass and he sat me on his lap continuing to ram my hips against his, while I shook from another orgasm. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of my convulsing cave and blew his load between our sweating bodies.

Exhausted we fell back onto the bed and fell asleep.