One Night Affair With My Driver

One Night Affair With My Driver

Maresol

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Zafierra Kyen Vega, a 22-year-old woman, was married off by her own father to a man she liked, but the problem was that he could never love her back. What if, during their honeymoon, she witnessed him sleeping with her younger sister-or more accurately, her stepsister? In that moment, she had no intention of confronting them or revealing herself and decided instead to go to a famous bar, where she poured out her pain and anger. What if she met a mysterious yet alluring man there, a man to whom she gave her soul and left by the beach? Will she forget what happened in the Maldives? And what if she sees the man again, this time as her personal driver? Will the same passion between them return, or will she distance herself because she is already a married woman?

Chapter 1 First kiss

Chapter 1

Zafierra stumbled as she walked, swaying from the effects of alcohol. She had been drinking for some time now, and the combination of walking and dancing made her even more dizzy. Is this the start of my life changing, or is it just the beginning of it becoming more miserable?

"Where's the path to the dance floor?" she muttered to the air. She couldn't see the way clearly, especially with the crowd dancing around her. She was nearing the dance floor when she suddenly tripped.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed, her heart pounding as she braced herself for the inevitable fall to the ground. She could already feel the pain of landing. Zafierra closed her eyes, having lost all hope, sure that she was about to hit the floor. But after a few moments, she realized she hadn't felt any pain.

"H-Hey, are you okay, miss?" a deep male voice reached her ears, and she quickly opened her eyes. There, she saw a man's face, more handsome than her husband. His thick, furrowed brows, his sharp nose, and even the stubble on his face made him look irresistibly attractive. *He's so handsome.*

"Miss?" he repeated, snapping her out of her daze.

She blinked rapidly at the sound of his voice, and without wasting any time, she quickly tried to stand up. But because she did it so suddenly, she lost her balance. In a panic, she grabbed at whatever she could, and her hand landed on the man's necktie, pulling them both down.

Her eyes widened in shock as his lips brushed against hers.

M-my f-first kiss...

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed again and immediately pushed the man away from her.

"What's wrong with you, woman!" the man said, clearly frustrated, as he steadied himself after being shoved by Zafierra.

"You! Why did you kiss me? My first k-"

"So, I'm your first kiss?" the man interrupted her, a strange emotion crossing his face that Zafierra couldn't quite understand. Her face flushed bright red, embarrassed that the man now knew she had never been kissed before.

"N-no! I've kissed before!" she shouted in denial, turning her face away so he wouldn't see the redness spreading across her cheeks.

"It's your first kiss, and you can take it back if you want."

Zafierra snapped her head back toward him. "R-really? I can get it back?" she asked, astonished.

"Yeah, yeah, it was your first kiss after all. Of course, milady, would you like to take it back?" the man asked her with a playful grin. Without a second thought, Zafierra nodded eagerly. *So, I can get my kiss back? I thought it wasn't possible. And besides, the man I love won't even kiss me-he's in the next room committing infidelity with my younger sister.*

"C-can I take it back now?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the man's intense gaze on her.

Her brows furrowed as the man stepped closer, reaching out to her. Startled, she protested, "H-h-hey! What are you doing?" she exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice. The man sighed deeply.

"I thought you wanted to take back your first kiss?" he said, his eyebrows furrowed as he questioned her. It was then that Zafierra realized she needed to reclaim her first kiss. "O-okay," she mumbled softly.

"Close your eyes, woman," he instructed.

Zafierra quickly followed his command, shutting her eyes tightly. Moments later, she felt something soft and slightly cold press against her lips. Startled, she opened her eyes to see the man's face so close to hers, his eyes closed as he kissed her.

*H-he kissed me? Is this what he meant by taking my kiss back?* She was about to pull away when the man bit her lower lip gently, and she let out a soft moan.

This isn't right-it's an act of betrayal and sin. But... could I allow myself to experience something like this, just for tonight? Something that Laurence never gave me? Can't I be free, just for one night? If my new husband can be with someone else, can't I do the same? It's so unfair. I'm his wife, I should be the one he's making happy tonight, but instead, he's in someone else's arms. *To hell with it, I'll let whatever happens tonight happen.*

As the man started to pull away, Zafierra quickly grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "C-can you make me feel good tonight?" she asked in the midst of their kiss. She saw the surprise on the man's face before he grinned wickedly.

"My pleasure, baby," he whispered to her.

Zafierra gasped at his response. "You'd agree?" she said, still shocked.

Zafierra furrowed her brows when the man didn't answer, choosing instead to kiss her again. The moment his lips touched hers, she felt like electricity was surging through her, excitement flooding her body.

This is it-there's no turning back now, Zafierra.

She returned the man's kisses passionately, her hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself as his kisses became more intense.

"I have a car where do you want to go? A hotel, or my car?" the man asked between kisses.

"Y-you choose," she responded breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up.

The man quickly carried her out of the bustling bar and straight to his car. He placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt before getting in himself. As he drove, Zafierra stared out the window, lost in thought.

Is this okay? Laurence won't find out about this, right? As long as no one tells him. But... this really is wrong.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned as the man suddenly slid his hand under her skirt, touching her intimately. She wasn't wearing anything but a thong under her skirt, leaving her completely exposed to his touch.

She gripped his hand tightly, her body arching in pleasure from the sensation. "Uhmm... Ahhhh..." she moaned repeatedly as his fingers brushed against her sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through her.

She hadn't even realized the car had stopped until she looked outside and saw the ocean in front of them. "S-someone might see us here," Zafierra said nervously, glancing around anxiously.

"Don't worry, my car is heavily tinted," the man reassured her.

Before she could protest further, he kissed her again, cutting off her words. "Uhmm... Ahhhh..." Zafierra moaned, her hands gripping his strong arms.

"Lay down, my lady, so I can eat you," the man said seductively.

Without hesitation, Zafierra followed his command, closing her eyes. She could feel the heat of his breath as he moved closer to her most sensitive area.

"Ahhh... Y-yes," she moaned as his lips touched her

However, a few moments passed, and the man still didn't follow her command. Instead, he quickened the pace of his fingers inside her, "Ohhh... Ahhh... K-keep going," she moaned as he continued to speed up his movements.

She felt something building up in her lower abdomen, as if she was about to pee. "I-I think I'm going to pee," Zafierra said in a panic.

She heard him chuckle at her words. "Let it out," he commanded, lowering his head to her again, licking and sucking her intimately.

"Ohhhh!!! it's coming!" she moaned, feeling the release flow from her as he licked her quickly.

"H-hey, don't lick it!" Zafierra said in a panic, trying to stop him, but it was too late. He had already sucked it all up.

The man positioned himself behind her and pulled down his pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of his thick and long member.

Oh no, will that even fit inside me? Why does it look so angry?

"Don't worry, it will fit," he teased her playfully.

She quickly closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, feeling her cheeks heat up, sure that they had turned bright red again.

"Ohhh...uhmm..." Zafierra moaned as the man rubbed his member against her.

As he entered her, she felt something tear inside, and tears immediately fell from her eyes due to the pain.

"F-f*ck! You're a f*ck*ng virgin?!" the man exclaimed in shock at Zafierra. But she didn't respond; she just kept her eyes closed, tears flowing from the pain.

"I'll be gentle. Please tell me when I can move," the man said, worried for her.

Minutes passed, and Zafierra started to feel heat rising in her body again, so she began to move on her own.

"F*ck, don't move, you'll hurt yourself," the man said, still concerned.

"P-please?" she asked him.

The man took a deep breath before slowly starting to move on top of her. "Ohhhh," Zafierra moaned as an unfamiliar pleasure spread through her.

He thrusted into her gently at first, then gradually picked up speed. "Ahhhh!! Ahhhh! Go deeper!" Zafierra moaned, her voice rising.

The man wasted no time and immediately followed her request. "Ahhh! Ahhh! You're so tight," he groaned.

Zaf couldn't hold back any longer and started matching his thrusts, meeting him with each one. "Ahhh! Ohhh! I-I'm close," she moaned.

Moments later, Zafierra reached her climax, while the man continued thrusting into her. "Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm almost there," the man groaned as he sped up even more.

A few minutes later, the man pulled out his c*ck and stroked it up and down. In just a few moments, his white liquid shot onto her stomach.

Both of them were breathing heavily, with the man still on top of her. Exhausted, Zafierra drifted off to sleep, partly due to the alcohol.

To Be Continued...

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