46. Powerful Pussy

**Emara Stone**

My skin tingles as if hundreds of ants are crawling up my limbs, tickling me. I slap my thigh and kick the bedsheet away.
"Fuck!"
Suddenly the bedsheet barks.
*Huh?*
I again kick on the same spot but this time the bedsheet growls rudely, "BITCH!" I hear the shuffling of clothes and feel the bed rocking for a while.
*Did the impolite bedsheet walk away?*
I slowly open my eyes and meet a hazy view. Things appear blurry and the sunlight pierces through my eyes like a dagger. "What the fuckery fuck?"
*Did I get glasses in one night?*
I hold my head as I try to sit upon my butt. My brain throbs like a colony of octopuses walked over me while wearing spikey football shoes. The pulses bang in my head like a porn star.
I am literally on the verge of extinction.
I kneed my eyes with knuckles as I set my hazy vision to the sunlight's system. I blink 182 times, before I get to see my surroundings clearly.
The bed is situated at a stage above from the floor with lights glowing from below. Walls are painted in grey, black curtains are lined up to the sides, and a furry rug covers the spacious floor, which is probably softer than Kim Kardashian's ass.
It looks like a personalized hotel room.
In which dimension did I sleep that I became rich in one night? I scratch my head in question as I look at the shirt, dress, and jeans freely lying on the rug. *What idiot left their clothes here?*
Among them, I recognize my heels. But whose shoes are the other ones? I blink painfully as I experience the strange phenomenon of my brain shifting inside of my skull. The more I try to think deep, the more my nerves pound inside my head.
The last thing I remember I was in clouds, riding a pegasus at an extremely dangerous speed. But I still don't get this mystery of how I ended up like this.
I look to my sides in search of the pegasus but find a half-naked body lying beside me.
*Cookie coo, he is who?*
Then suddenly it clicks me... I instantly look down and gasp in shock as I see my titties erect, without any tit-pants, and looking back at me with a sultry smirk. BITCH NO! I further look down and see my open bat cave with no defence shield.
*Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ffffuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!*
IHADSEXWITHARANDOMCOCK!!!!
I hyper vent as I gasp for air. My boobs rise and fall as I heavily breathe looking at the guy lying unconscious beside me or prolly dead. I pull the sheets from under his ass and cover my naked body. His muscular back is facing me, I notice there are some blue scars on his elbows and ribs.
*Did I do this to him? Was I that wild?*
I really slept with a guy. I am a big girl now. A smile appears on my lips as I notice the room, the bed, and the guy. I really knocked him out.
I am so proud of myself, the girl who used to think talking to boys will get you pregnant, had such crazy sex last night that it wiped out most of my memories.
*Damn! I probably gave him the night of his life.*
I lift my leg and poke his back with my toe. No movement was observed so I poked him again, hard. Nope! Completely blacked out by my powerful pussy.
I notice the sheets are of a dark silk variety with bizzard print that only someone with lots of money and absolutely no taste could possibly afford.
My eyes go back to the room, admiring its rich elegance. The big LED screen on the wall is of the same size as me. Or probably bigger than me.
Suddenly my heart sinks in the coil of my intestines as I spot Ryan's pictures hanging on the wall behind me. FOOK! My eyes find the unconscious body again and I recognize the familiar mop of untidy hair on the pillow next to me.
"AAAHHHHHHHH!" I scream like a gecko losing its shit. Ryan's ass falls out of the bed as I snatch the sheets and cover myself in a defensive protection from military drone strikes.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Ryan growls as he rubs his tussie on the floor. His eyes show a glimpse of maniac as he glares at me like a loony nutcase. I slept with Ryan!
RYAN! THE-DAMN-SON!
*So the pegasus I rode at a fast speed was none another than the evil devil from Tomorrow land?*
I look at Ryan, his eyebrows raise and mouth opens slightly in confusion and irritation. He instinctively moves his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose as croakily groans, "Oh god! It wasn't a dream."
Ryan holds his head as if a truck has been run over him and he is almost bleeding to death. His eyes find me then flicker down to my breast and I clutch the bedsheets tightly on my chest, covering my assets from his wicked eyes. I still can't believe I slept with him.
Ryan rolls his eyes to the back end of his brain as he uninterestingly spats, "It's nothing I haven't seen last night." Hoohh!!
My heart pees in my chest as I imagine Ryan rocking my world while drilling inside of me. My brain couldn't stop showing all the creative images and sex positions in which we probably had sex.
*Hoe my god. What have I done!*
I slept with my book’s main character and I don’t even remember anything!
Ryan rubs his eyes roughly as if he is trying to wake up from a bad dream. I clench the sheets as his eyes meet me again and his face turns sour. "Are you going to sit here all day?"
"Me?" A tiny voice escapes from my mouth as I see the devil slowly raising from the floor to its full length. I nervously gulp as I see half-naked Ryan standing in front of me, ruffling his hand through his 'I-had-sex' hair.
My cheeks heat up as I run my lusty eyes desperately on his baked six-pack buns. My eyes fall down to his angry hulk boxer that looks stiff and packed with stuff. His stuff.
*I hope I didn't try to measure it.*
"You stole my peace and now you are stealing my blanket too." Ryan curses like a motherfucker he is. I look up at his jaundiced face that is static on his blanket that I have securely wrapped around my body.
“Masstuurrd, I-I am naked." I tell him as I hold on to the piece of sheet with my last breath. "And whose fault is that?” Ryan cocks his head conceitedly at me. "Ma-My?" I ask him surprisingly. Did I beg him to sleep with me? Fuck!
*I knew my spirit animal was a hoe.*
I stay numb on the bed with uneven breaths as Ryan walks around the bed like an unpredictable psychopath and stands beside me. Tension rises in my muscles as he slowly leans down to my face and purrs in the most sultry accent,
"If you won't leave my blanket in the next minute, I'll pull you out and kick your naked ass out of my window. Is that clear?"