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A delicious grin slowly spreads across his lips.
“Beg for it.”
“You want me to—to beg?” I question, almost offended, but then I realize it’s actually curiosity.
“Yes. You want this. That’s why you’re quickly bored of the dating apps, of the boys who so eagerly throw themselves at you, begging you for your number or to go home with them. You want a man who’s going to make you work for it, to make you feel like you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing.”
I stare at him unblinking for several seconds before I scoot myself a little closer to him so his knees are on either side of my shoulders. It’s like he has insight into my mind better than I do. He’s right and he knows it; there’s no use denying it. I thought something might be wrong with me when, after finding out who he was to me and my father, it didn’t quell my desire for him. In fact, it made it burn hotter… if that’s possible.
I reach for the buttons of my blouse, slowly undoing them one by one.
“Please, Mr. Archer,” I say as I pull the blouse from my body, revealing my breasts in a sheer pale-pink bra and toss it to the floor, “use my body, make me feel good tonight.”
I watch as his pupils dilate. I place my hands on his knees and pull myself upward to reach behind and unzip my skirt, letting it fall to the floor before kicking it to the side. I reach for the waist of my matching sheer panties, but he stops me.
“Don’t.” It’s a one-word command. I obey, sinking back down to the floor and looking up at him as he slowly drags his fingertip across his bottom lip.
“Please,” I say again, unsure what I’m supposed to do. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman,” I say, reaching my hands out to rest on his knees before slowly dragging them up his thighs.
“I have no interest in being a gentleman tonight.” He leans forward and slowly wraps his hand around my throat, tugging me forward. “But before I take out several weeks’ worth of pent-up sexual frustration on your tight little body, we need to get one thing clear. Tonight, stays here. What happens between us, is for us, nobody else. Do you understand?”
I nod and he tightens his grip on my throat, causing my airway to constrict.
“Yes, sir.”
That grin is back, the one that does nothing to hide the intentions behind it. He leans forward. “My hand makes a nice necklace around your slender throat, doesn’t it?” He lets his eyes fall from mine to where his fingers rest against my skin like he’s admiring the view.
But then his eyes are back to mine and he drops his hand from my throat. He stands, reaching his hand down toward me. I take it and he helps me to my feet. Before I can steady myself, his hands are delving into my hair, pulling my lips to his.
He kisses me hungrily, like he’s starving for my taste. I part my lips and his tongue snakes its way inside my mouth. He laps at my tongue with his own. I feel his hard length pressing firmly against me as he walks us back toward the bed.
Suddenly he’s pushing at my shoulders till I fall back on the bed. My hair pools around my shoulders as I prop myself up on my elbows to look up at him.
“I have thought of nothing but this since I met you,” he says as he methodically removes his watch before moving on to undo the buttons on his shirt. “You’re soaked,” he says, his eyes dropping down to the juncture of my thighs where my panties are indeed wet with my desire. He pulls his shirt down his arms, tossing it to the side, then he reaches for my ankles. He spreads my legs, planting my feet before leaning forward and running his nose right up my center.
“Ohh,” I moan as he plants a kiss through my panties.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my thighs tighter as he spreads me further apart, almost to the point of pain. He releases one leg, reaching up to pull my panties to the side. He looks up at me, his lips hovering above my slit. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my most intimate parts.
“Please,” I say, my back arching as I try to scoot myself down to his tongue.
“You like to watch?” He doesn’t give me time to answer before he drags his tongue up me in one long, slow stroke. I groan, my eyes fluttering as I try to keep myself upright, but it’s no use. He continues to pleasure me with his tongue, switching between teasing my clit and kissing me.
“I need my tongue inside you.” He grabs my waist and flips me to my stomach, spreading my thighs apart before pulling me up on my knees. “Chest down,” he says, pressing his hand firmly in the center of my back till my face is in the sheets. He grips my waist, dragging me back to the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees and burying his face in me from behind.
It feels like only seconds before I’m coming, my legs shaking as I squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn’t give me time to come down before he reaches over me, grabbing me by the throat again and pulling me upright so my back is against his chest. He turns my head so he can kiss me. His tongue swirls with mine as I hear the zipper of his pants come down and feel his hard cock press against my back. He breaks the kiss, his mouth at my ear.
“Are you ready for me to show you how a real man will fuck you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I half moan as he undoes my bra, dragging it down my arms. He pulls me off the bed so I’m standing in front of him. His thumbs hook in my panties as he slowly drags them down my legs. Suddenly I feel nervous, and I reach my hands up to cross them over my bare breasts but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Don’t,” he says, reaching around me to move my arms away from my body. He spins me around to face him. “Are you on birth control?” I nod. “I’m clean. I don’t want anything between us, Brontë.” He leans down and kisses my lips softly. “I want to feel your hot pussy against my bare cock, baby.” He kisses me again. His lips cover mine, his tongue just barely touching mine.
“Lie back on the bed,” he says, removing his pants and underwear to stand before me, gloriously naked. “Goddamn,” he grunts as he takes his cock in hand and begins to stroke it as he looks down at me. “Your body is a fantasy.”
I can’t keep my eyes off his massive erection. It’s thick and veiny, long and already wet with precum.
“You like what you see?”
