Entranced 18+

Fifteen

Azu tugged on her lower lip, biting and then soothing the sting with a lick of his tongue. Then he was pushing against her, his tongue tangling with hers. Her blood sang and she felt her body surrender to the man holding her. Whatever he wanted, he'd get, that was how weak the kiss made her. Ijeoma wondered why she'd never allowed anyone really kiss her before, it had always seem overrated and she found herself rolling her eyes when people described kissing with so much enthusiasm. Now, she could totally relate.

She pressed her chest into him, her body crying out for more, just more. But the man stepped back, separating their mouths and unlinking their bodies. It took longer than she'd like to admit to open her eyes and she could do nothing to stop the pathetic whimper that left her throat. Her body even swayed towards him, chasing for more of that mind numbing feeling. Azu stared down at her, his lips and face slightly red and his gaze dark pools. He swallowed and she watched his adam's apple bob once and then again before he looked away.

"Take that shirt off," he commanded, his voice deeper than before. "I want everything off."

Ijeoma blinked several times, her brain finally connecting with the situation. "What? But you said—"

"No buts. Take it all off."

He didn't need to say the or else part, she already knew he was going to leave if she didn't do as he said. She refused to meet his gaze as she slowly tugged the oversized T-shirt off. There was nothing underneath it, so she stood there, naked and let him watch his fill. She didn't look at him but from how he inhaled sharply, she knew he was enjoying the view. He'd seen her in sexy lingerie before at the club and then, she'd never imagined a day would come when she'd willingly strip for him. Yes, she knew she'd one day sleep with him, that was the only way to get to the truth of the matter, but she'd always assumed she'd have to force herself. The subtle threat of him leaving was there, but she didn't want to delude herself into thinking that he was forcing her hands. Deep down, she knew she wanted this, maybe too much. And that guilt would haunt her forever.

Finally, she lifted her eyes to meet his, beholding the storm brewing in the brown depths. "Fuck, you look better than I imagined," he growled, one hand on his crotch as he rearranged his dick in his pants. The thought of him thinking about her like this heated Ijeoma's blood. "Sit on that couch, spread those legs for me, baby."

She did as he commanded and he followed, kneeling in front of her. Azu lifted her left foot and placed it on the armrest of the chair, then did the same with the other foot, further opening her up. "You have such a pretty pussy, smooth and black and so pink on the inside." A tiny moan left her and she wanted nothing more than to close her legs and run away. This was too intense for her to handle. "Your pussy is weeping for me, baby. See that?" He swiped a finger on her folds and she jerked, electrified from the feel of that one finger. Azu rubbed his fingers together, his gaze transfixed on the wet digits.

"God," Ijeoma let out.

"Right now, I'm your God." He put those fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.  "You taste good too." She whimpered, drawing her legs together. Azu gripped her thighs, shifting them back into position. "Play with that pretty pussy. Show me how you make yourself come. Then when you are done, I'm going to lick you clean."

"I-I can't," she stuttered.

"What do you mean you can't? Don't be shy baby."

"I've never done that before."

"Of course you have. I know for a fact that you touch yourself for some clients."

"It's not that. I do that for clients, yes. But I've never made myself come or anything like that." She didn't know why she was saying this to him. She could easily fake it and fool him like the rest of her clients, but if she was going to go through having sex with him, it was probably better to open up about it to him. It's not like she didn't know how to, she'd done a lot of research on female orgasms and knew what to do to get there. But it always felt wrong to give herself that pleasure. Entertaining men was her job and a means to an end, she didn't want to end up liking it.