My head spins as my clit throbs.
Where even am I? How did I get here?
No matchmaker in the world would have set me up with this man. We’re from two different worlds. But somehow I ended up here. Maybe that means something…
I slump back down on the couch, and he flicks my clit one last time, jolting me with sensitivity, causing me to laugh into my hand. Then he looks up at me, his eyes blazing with intent.
“Even spoiled rich girls giggle like schoolgirls after they come,” he smirks. It’s insane just how arrogant he is.
“Fuck off,” I reply. I can’t let him know just how hard he made me come or how badly I’m losing my mind right now.
“You taste even sweeter than you smell,” he purrs.
“I—I do?” I don’t know what else to say.
“Let me show you.”
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bsp; Before I know what’s happening, he’s crushing his lips against mine. They’re soaked with my juices; I taste them as he kisses me, but instead of being disgusted and breaking his embrace, my lust burns higher like gasoline poured on a fire.
“You must have all those city boys begging for you,” he whispers, dragging his lips across mine. “How’s it feel to have a real man take control—?”
“Shut up,” I snap, grabbing his dripping face between my fingers. “Stop flapping your lips and put them on my pussy and make me fucking come again.”
The words slip from my mouth before I even know what I’m saying. What am I – a porn star? This beastly, primal man has done something to me. A part of me I never even knew existed, something lurking deep within the waters of my soul, is suddenly coming to the surface. My fingers still twisted in his hair, I push his head back down between my legs, but he stops me.
“No,” he replies, a firm bass in his voice.
Shit. Did I just screw everything up?
My heart does a hop and a skip as he sits up. Yup, I blew it. But then I realize what’s happening; he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.
“Oh. My. God!” I gasp. “You are fucking—”
“Hung like a horse,” he grins proudly, as he should be. “You’re damn right, princess. And it’s all for you now.”
He crushes his body against mine, pinning me helplessly against the couch. I feel him growl against me and almost scream when the tip of his cock parts my pussy lips.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself,”
The son of a bitch knows I want it! He’s so fucking arrogant, and despite the fact that my body is begging for his cock, the way he’s smiling at me makes me want to slap him silly.
“Hold up,” I say, pressing my hands against his rock-hard abs. He doesn’t move. I glance up at him with fire in my eyes. “Off.”
“You mean that?” he counters.
I reply with a punch to the gut. It probably hurts my hand more than it hurts him, but he gets the message and gets off me.
“What? You’re gonna play all innocent now after coming all over my face?”
“I don’t know who you think I am, mister,” I reply, tugging my skirt down and doing my best to cover my breasts with my torn shirt. “But I don’t just go from small town to small town letting every prick with an even bigger prick attached to it stick his dick in me. Okay?”
I expect him to glare at me or at least look a little pissed. Instead, what’s he do? Grins like I’m a stand-up comedian.
“I know you don’t, Clueless,” he whispers. “You’re an innocent.”
His accusation takes my breath away.