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7 • Anything he wants

I'm getting pressed against the door, captured in a hot, messy kiss. Now I'm able to taste the alcohol on his tongue, which was covered by his earlier cigarette, apparently.

His veiny hand wraps around my throat loosely before he pauses our make out session. "Anything I want?" He repeats, making it a question this time and I feel my heart skipping a beat.

Screw it.

"Yes," I answer, giving him permission to do everything he wants to. The decision is up to him fully, my trust in this stranger greater than it has ever been in my husband.

Still I force myself to keep my expectations low- just a quick fuck, nothing too special.

To my surprise he gets to his knees, places an open mouth kiss onto my naked thigh and makes me open my legs until one of them is resting on his shoulder. My head falls back into my neck, leaning against the door still.
My hand finds it's way into his hair and he groans when I pull at a few strands. It only encourages me to continue what I was doing and I feel myself growing impatient.

I feel his hot breath fan over the inside of my thigh, spreading heat from the place all over my body.
"Can I touch you?" He asks again and I follow the need to look down at him.

My heart passes a few beats and my breathing hitches when I see him like that- on his knees for me, asking me to eat me out.

When I still didn't answer, he lightly bites into my thigh, this time kissing and licking the stinging place after. I moan, surprised of myself because I seem to be into the pain.

"Yes, please," I whimper.

With one hand he's pushing my dress up to my hips, the other takes care of my underwear.
His warm finger hooks into the fabric and pulls it down slowly.

My chest heaves up and down as I watch him watch me. Perfect view on my most private part and he's taking his sweet, sweet time. He looks up to me when I try to close my legs, keeping them open with his big hands.

"Let me see what's mine tonight, Sophia," he says with dark eyes.

I'm speechless and seperate my legs again, feeling heat rushing to my cheeks.

"You're so beautiful... and wet." He licks his lips, then burries his head between my thighs.

His mouth meets my pussy and I hear a deep moan coming from him, vibrating against my body. I bite my lip from my own moan that tears through my whole body and bury both of my hands inside his hair, clenching my muscles from the intense waves of pleasure he puts me through.

I feel him sucking on my clit and I close my legs around his head tighter. I moan again as I open my eyes and watch his head move steadily, his hair tickling my sensitive skin.

"Avan," I moan and he looks up to me with hooded eyes. "Spit on it," I purr.

Without saying anything but instead with a lust drunken look inside his eyes, he spits on my pussy. I throw my head back with another deep, desperate moan.

"God, yes," I whimper and I feel my stomach tightening. I can't wait anymore, I need to feel him. But he doesn't seem like he's going to stop before I come, considering he only sucks and licks even more eagerly.

"Fuck," I gasp when everything tightens and I arch my back, trying to get away from him. I clench around his tongue and he moans deliciously, the sound vibrating against me in the most pleasuring way possible.

I claw into his black hair, my other hand flat against the door to steady me somehow, to try to grab something while I'm letting go, falling metaphorically. Noisily I breath in, paired with a moan. "Avan," I gasp followed by a few whimpers as I'm feeling myself on the brim of receiving my intense release. Everything is spinning and I'm damn sure it wasn't the alcohol that made me that dizzy.

"I'm coming," I whimper, biting my lip to suppress the screams and to compensate the raw pleasure running through my every vain, igniting a fire impossible to tame or extinguish. The knot releases as I do the same into his mouth.

I squirm when I feel him licking it up avariciously. Slowly, torturously, his hot tongue glides over my heated core, making my muscles clench with every stroke, shuddering from the overstimulation.

He's done after a few last licks with whom he savoured every last bit of my essence. Before returning up to me by getting to his feet, he places a sweet kiss on the inside of my thigh.

I meet his eyes right when he licks his glistening lips, letting the back of his hand wipe over them a second later with an indescribable passion and lust portrayed inside his dark eyes.

My hunger for him didn't lessen one bit. Now I only want him more. All of what he has to offer.

Our lips crash against each other, capturing us in a needy kiss. He grunts when I suck on his tongue, then turns my body around and I gasp from surprise. My front is pushed against the door and he traps me, by bringing both of my wrists over my head, holding them with his own big hand.

He kisses his way down to my neck and a sigh escapes my lips. His bigger body is pressed against my own and I can feel his clothed erection on my ass.

"Sophia," he husks my name, voice vibrating against my ear. I shudder.

"I need to feel you," I gasp when his knee seperates my legs, making me arch my back instantly in anticipation. "Oh, you will after teasing me like that, baby."

I feel his hand leave my wrists but I don't dare to move them anywhere. Then Avan's fingertips stroke over the back of my thighs, right where my dress ends. His hand pushes the fabric up to my waist slowly before I hear him unbuckling his pants.

I turn my head to look at him and catch him opening the package of a condom.

"What about the dress?" I ask.

His eyes find mine after he rolled it onto his dick, licking his lips. "I want you to keep it on while I fuck you. You look so fucking hot in it..."

I blush, my ego arising to infinity. When I open my mouth again to say something, I suddenly feel Avan's hand again- on my neck this time, whereby it was big enough for his fingers to reach my throat. My words refuse to come out due to me feeling his dick gliding through my wetness.

I moan instead of bringing out words and my hands claw into the door from the delicous torture. "I love your voice, but now I need you to stop talking and let go for me."

My back arches even more into him, pressing myself against his body. I do as he just ordered.

YoU cAn ImAgInE tHe ReSt 🥰 Jk but I have to split it up, unfortunately.