As soon as the words leave my mouth, he gathers me up, carries me up the stairs and into his bedroom. He shuts the door softly with his foot and sets me down. I glance around his massive bedroom, my gaze landing on his king-size bed. My legs tremble beneath me, my body so worked up it’s hard to focus. Am I really doing this?
Before I can second-guess myself or change my mind, his lips are on mine, his tongue invading and conquering my mouth, until I’m a quivering mess of need. He breaks the kiss and we’re both breathless. As I stand there trying to fill my lungs, he puts his hands on my shoulders, and guides me to my knees.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he says as I instinctively put my hands on my thighs and lift my head, my mouth opened slightly. “You want my cock, Sam? You want me to feed it to you?”
I gulp, excited by the way he talks to me. “Yes,” I whimper.
“Take your top off, show me your pretty tits, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I unbutton my blouse, shrug it from my shoulders. As it falls from my body, my skin comes alive, little lightning strikes zapping all my erogenous zones as his gaze moves over my near nakedness. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life.
He rips open his pants. “Keep going,” he demands in a firm voice tha
t teases my clit.
I reach behind my back, unhook my bra and let it fall from my body. The hiss that escapes his mouth fills me with a new kind of need, and bolsters my confidence.
He pulls out his cock, and I open my mouth for him, letting him know I’m ready. He grips my hair, wraps it around his hand and inches his cock into my mouth, offering me only his crown. I try to move, to take more of him in, but he controls the depth by tugging on my hair. I whimper, my body burning up, on fire as he takes charge.
“Such a greedy girl,” he says, and gives me more, until he hits the back of my throat, and I choke a little. He pulls out, but I don’t want that. I want it rough and hard. I want to choke. I know I shouldn’t want that. Nice girls don’t want it dirty, right?
As I fight that war, I glance up at him, and he’s looking at me very carefully, like he can sense my struggle.
“Rub your tits for me, Sam. Pinch your nipples. Hard.”
Oh, God.
I do as he commands and pinch my nipples, pulling and stretching them until pain bleeds into pleasure. His hips jerk forward and he hits the back of my throat again. I moan with want, and he pumps into me a few more times before tugging me to my feet.
His hands slide down my back, and he slaps my ass through my jeans. I revel in the sting his big palm leaves, wanting nothing more than to remove my pants and have him redden my ass.
“I need to taste you,” he says. “I want my mouth right here.” He pushes a hand between my legs, and rubs my sex through my pants. He puts his nose to my neck and inhales. “You smell like vanilla. Will you taste like it, too?”
Before I can answer, he drops to his knees, using deft fingers to open my pants and slide them to my feet. I hold his shoulders as I step out of them, standing before him in nothing but my thong.
“Nice,” he says and stands back up. He circles me, and I quake as he grips the front of my thong, giving it a little tug. It tightens over my inflamed clit, and I whimper in bliss.
“Yes,” I murmur, and let my head roll, my hair falling down my back.
Touch me.
“Tell me what you expected?” he says, taking me by surprise.
“What?”
“Earlier today. You said I wasn’t what you expected.”
“You’re better than anything I expected,” I admit honestly.
He chuckles. “So are you.” He tugs on my panties again, and I nearly climax. “Did you think about me after I left?”
“Yes,” I say.
“What did you think about?”
“I…I…” Oh, God, what am I supposed to say?
“Sam, don’t you know the rules?”