Girlfriend For Hire 🔥

Drowning

Anica couldn't comprehend the intensity that flooded her the moment Michael's lips crashed into hers. It was as if a dormant fire had been ignited deep within her, spreading uncontrollably as his tongue slipped into her mouth, teasing and tasting her. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her, driving Michael wild with lust. He groaned into her mouth, his kiss turning hungry, almost desperate.

She was frozen at first, inexperienced, unsure of how to respond to the heat surging between them. But as Michael's hands roamed her body, she began to relax, her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed herself to melt into his touch. Her breath hitched when he pressed his body against hers, the hard length of him rubbing between her legs, sending jolts of pleasure through her that made her gasp.

Michael's restraint was slipping. He could feel her soft curves yielding under him, the heat of her core searing through the thin fabric separating them. His hips ground into her instinctively, and he felt her tense beneath him, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. He knew she could feel how hard he was, how desperately he wanted her, but he didn't care—he wanted her to know. He needed her to feel the raw, burning desire that was tearing through him.

When he finally pulled back to look at her, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. But there was something else—an unmistakable hunger that mirrored his own. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as he brought his hand up to caress her cheek, his fingers trailing down to her neck. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

She swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. His words only fueled the fire inside her, making her heart race. She felt his breath hot against her skin, his mouth hovering just inches from hers. The intensity in his eyes made her feel like she was burning alive, every nerve ending in her body alight with need.

"I told you I won't do anything you don't want," he whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing against hers. "But damn, I wish you'd tell me you want this... want me." His voice was low, seductive, the sound of it sending shivers down her spine.

Anica's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She could barely admit to herself how badly she wanted this—wanted him. But Michael could see it in her eyes, the way her body responded to his touch, how her breath hitched every time he moved against her. He began to grind his hips against hers, slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of him, making her gasp and moan.

She tried to stifle the sounds, embarrassed by how easily he was unraveling her, but Michael wasn't having it. He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as he pressed harder into her, feeling her tremble beneath him. The friction was maddening, her panties barely a barrier between his hardness and her soaking wet heat. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

"M-Michael, if you keep doing that... I'm gonna..." Her voice trailed off in a squeal as he moved his hand to her chest, fingers finding her hardened nipples beneath her shirt. He rubbed them in slow, deliberate circles, drawing a moan from her lips.

"Are you saying something?" he asked, his voice thick with triumph as he watched her struggle to keep quiet, her body arching into his touch.

But as he quickened his pace, the control she was desperately clinging to slipped away. Her faint whimpers turned into needy moans, each one pushing him closer to the edge. Michael was so turned on it was almost painful, every thrust of his hips against her driving him closer to the brink.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling his climax approaching as her cries grew louder. "You're gonna make me cum just from this, Anica." The thought of it, of losing control without even being inside her, made his blood boil.