The Enchanted Ones

I Don't Beg

If you know me, no you don't.

Winslow

He kisses so much better than Cameron. Actually, he's better than all the men I have kissed in my life. His hold on my waist tightens and he pulls me closer, making me urge him more.

He kisses me deeply, desperately. He's breathing so hard and he hoists me up, into his arms. My legs immediately wrap around his hips and he pins me to the wall again, gripping my ass, kissing my jaw, my neck. I take off his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt.

He has one hand on my neck, just to slightly tilt my head to be able to devour my lips. His other one is still on my back, on the dress' zip and he groans, setting me down on the bed, and pins me down with his thigh between my legs. "You're even better than I imagined." He says once I take off his shirt.

His hand slips behind my knee and up, pulling me closer. I break the kiss and look into his eyes, gasping for air,

"You imagined doing this with me?" I breathlessly ask, sliding the suit off his hands.

"So many times." He kisses me again, leaving a trail of kisses from my mouth till my collarbone. He's leaving marks on purpose and I'm trying to hold back moans but I love every moment of it.

He unzips my dress and slowly slides it off, leaving me in my bra and panties.

"As much as I want to get lost inside you right now, I want to watch you fall apart." He unclips my bra with a smooth motion and when my bare breasts are in his view he lets out a hushed breath.

"Jesus fuck, I need a minute. I want to memorize every inch of you."

I moan just listening to his words. I cuss under my breath, wanting him to fuck me already.

I sit up, take off my heels and stand up. I face him, grab his face and kiss him. I slowly place my hand on the waistband of his boxers.

I break the kiss and look him in the eyes with a smirk, before sinking to my knees and completely sliding down his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight of him, so full, so hard, so big. I smile up at him and put just the tip in my mouth. His face falls back and he wraps his fingers around my hair, pushing him down my throat with a harsh motion. That takes me off guard but I suck on his dick, trying to take as much as I can but he's too big so I have to stroke the bit I can't put in my mouth. He moans, his chest is moving fast from the heavy breaths. He moves my head where he wants it so I can take more of him, "That's it, stroke it while you suck it, good girl."

That makes me want to moan but his dick in my mouth doesn't help since it vibrates and I can tell he liked it, considering he started moving in my throat. He doesn't stop whimpering and that makes me amused. Hearing him like this is such an attractive thing. My eyes start to water from the pressure and I tap on his leg, not breaking eye contact. When he gets out of my mouth we're both breathing heavily. I smile up at him, wiping my mouth, "Didn't take you as a whimpering guy. I was surprised but it's hot."

He chuckles and grabs me by my throat, making me look at him and only him, "I'm so not done with you." He pins me down by the throat and I smile as he tightens his grip.

Why do I like this?

His hand remains on my neck as he kisses his way from my mouth to my collarbone and down my body. He stops at my tits, gives them a squeeze and sucks on my nipples. I bite my lip not to make a sound so he doesn't know I'm so desperate for his touch. He kisses my stomach and stops at the line of my panties. He looks up at me with those green eyes, turning soft for a moment, but it slips away once I nod and he takes off my panties.