I slip off my boots as he pulls off his pants, his cock tenting in his boxers. I can't pull my eyes away from it. It looks… big. Daunting. I chew my bottom lip as he undresses the rest of the way, his hardened length springing free.
I'm so fucked.
He smirks as he crawls onto the bed, making his way to me. His muscles shift under hisskin, the wolfish smirk on his face makes him seem more predator than man. I take a shaky breath as he reaches down, ripping my top down the middle as if it was tissue paper. My breasts fall free, no longer pushed up high on my chest held in place with my shirt, I feel a blush creep up my neck. Wishing they were perky like the tits you see in porn.
Ugly girl.
He bends down, running his tongue along the outline of the poorly done lavender plant tattoo between them. I moan, tilting my head back as I run my fingers over the rough scarred skin on his back to his hair, knotting them there.
"Pull doll, I can take it." He mumbles against my skin before sucking my hardened nipple into his mouth.
I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling it taunt just like he asked. Desperately wanting him to be just as filled with need as I am. The groan he lets loose around my nipple tells me he is. He pulls back, flicking his expert tongue around the other side. My drunk mind is entranced by the pronounced veins in his arms as he grips my skirt, slipping it off me quickly.
He rips at the lacey pink underwear I'm wearing. Not surprising the man has an affinity for destruction and it's not like I'll be needing them. My heart stops in my chest as he hikes my legs over his shoulders, kissing down my inner thigh to my sex.
I'm suddenly very aware of the mess of arousal soaking me, and the sheets underneath me. Panic and embarrassment temporarily surpass the ache between my legs as I reach down, digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to stop his progression.
"Fuck Olive." He moans, biting down slightly on my thighs and sucking at the skin there. Clearly in no way deterred by the nail marks now gracing his strong shoulders, and I can't seem to stop myself from making more.My head is too garbled to care that my anonymity is compromised. I moan loudly, my body acting of its own accord as I push into him, wanting… needing his mouth on me there. He looks up at me, his hot breath splaying over my sensitive clit.
"You're fucking beautiful, baby."
I smile, cheeks flushed, looking anywhere but him. I've never been very good with compliments. Suddenly his hand grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his, "Don't you dare look away from me."
I nod, wetting my lips as the throbbing in my core grows uncomfortable.He watches the action closely, so I trace the outline of my lips again.
He's so close.
He smirks, his tongue lashing out and flicking my bud just enough to cause my hips to jerk.
"You know my name. It's only fair that I know yours." I say breathlessly, still trying to stall.
"How about a game then? I use my tongue to spell it out on your cunt and you can guess it."
Before I can respond, he lowers his head, lapping and sucking at my sex in deep languid motions. If he's spelling something, I certainly can't tell. I moan, pressing into him as my hands find the back of his head again. I've never felt anything like this before. His tongue dips inside of me as he curls and flicks it in a spot I didn't even know existed.
It's too much.
I grip his hair, pulling back on it roughly, trying to get his mouth off me but he grips my hips jerking me up higher so he can continue the assault on my sex.He groans against me as I wrap my legs around his head, grinding myself into him. Giving myself over to the feeling.
"Stop, I'm going to come." I pant despite my frenzied grinding on his mouth. He doubles down, lapping at my clit, unfazed by my pleas as my core tightens and I come hard against his mouth. He doesn't let up as I ride out my climax. Not until I grip hard on his hair, jerking his head from my pulsing sex.
"Fuck, you have no clue what that does to me." He mutters as he drops my legs back down, wrenching them apart when I try to close them.
You like it when I hurt you?
I'm breathing heavily as he notches his intimidating cock in my entrance. I want this. My body is screaming for him, but it'd be a lie if I didn't say I was nervous.
Seems stupid in the grand scale of things.
He bends down, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue, "I've wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you tonight."
I take a sharp breath as he slips his cockhead inside me. I clench the messed silk sheets at my sides. It's uncomfortable the way I'm stretching around him. His cock filling me in ways I've never been filled before. It's all pressure and all sensation, too much sensation. Just when I'm sure he can't possibly go deeper, he does. My arousal gushes around him,my body all too willing to accommodate his size.
"Hold on." I pant, digging my nails into his back. He stills immediately his cock only halfway buried. "Little doll, are you a virgin?" He asks his voice gravelly with restraint. I can tell how badly he wants to slam himself inside me, fuck me mercilessly by the way he's throbbing.
I nod tentatively, tears prickling in my eyes.
"Fucking hell Olive." He moans as he kisses my neck softly trailing to my breasts.