Defiant. Sweet. Alluring.
A business deal gone wrong brought me to her doorstep.
She's everything I shouldn't want; everything I was against after watching my mother's obsession destroy her.
Still, I can't stop myself from craving her.
I should know...
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"TRUST ME?" I asked again as she arched her neck back to give me more room to feast on her neck.
She absentmindedly hummed her agreement, sinking her fingers into my hair at my nape.
I nipped on her jaw, pulling a shaky breath out of her. "Are you sure?"
"Y-Yes."
I kissed my way down her chest to her stomach. "Anything else you want me to know beforehand? Or do you want me to stop?" I teased.
Her chest rose and fell with how fast her breath came out in puffs. "No!"
I teased the waistband of her tiny shorts with my teeth, grazing her skin in the process. "Feisty."
She jerked, sinking her fingers deeper into my hair.
"And sensitive," I whispered against her skin as I slowly inched her shorts down her legs, tossing them behind me carelessly, which was out of character for me.
I gently parted her thighs, staring down at her bare, pink pussy coated with her slick arousal.
Even though I'd never gone down on anyone in the past - it never appealed to me and felt too personal - my mouth watered at the prospect of tasting her pussy. I pinched the swollen, distended bud between my fingers, reveling in the way her tiny body tightened from the stimulation.
I lazily ran my fingers along her pussy, starting up a small conversation I knew she wouldn't be able to focus on. "Do you like that?"
She bobbed her head in affirmation, half listening to me as her face twisted with pleasure.
"You want more?" I kneaded the flesh of her thighs, slowly massaging the skin until she relaxed under my touch. "So fucking soft."
My eyes couldn't seem to tear off the valley between her thighs. I knew if I tasted her once, I'd be a goner. How many times had I imagined her like this? Soft and pliant on my bed, eyes begging me to fuck her hard until her throat turned sore from how loudly I made her scream.
"There's no going back after this," I warned, cupping her perky tits through her tank.
She propped her upper half up on her elbows, brown eyes gazing up at me with curiosity.
"If you let me touch you and taste you tonight, there's no going back. You'll like it. You'll want more--" I flicked her nipple with the pad of my thumb, digging my incisor into my bottom lip to stop my pleased groan from slipping out as she shivered underneath me. "--and I will, too," I admitted.
Her eyes flared with surprise at my confession.
I didn't see tonight ending any other way other than me getting irreversibly hooked on everything about her. Her taste, her scent, the little whimpers she made at the back of her throat, and her big come-fuck-me eyes.
