Dangerous Love

Chapter 4

I cannot believe that this guy- and to say I don't know his freaking name- is all over me.

Him touching me feels so good. Don't get me wrong but, my mind says yes but my body says no or is it t- shut up!

"You seem to be lost in your thoughts as if you enjoy me touching you," he whispered in my ears. I didn't realize that he said that because of how I was speaking to myself. 

I still attempted in stopping his hands from going going any further and always fail. He was definitely too strong for me.

I froze when placed a hand under my blouse. " What are you doing?" I asked, fidgeting under his touch which to be honest, gave me goosebumps all over. 

He nibbled on my earlobe," nothing," he said.

"I did not come here to make any certain entrainment with you sir."

"Sir? Why are you calling me Sir when you could simply call me by my first name. Call me sir one more time and see what I will do to you. "

Yep, I guess I made him a little upset now. How am I suppose to stop him from touching me when he won't even listen?

"But... I-I don't know your name," I stuttered a little but I was good.
"How comes? Didn't they tell you?" I know right?

I shook my head. "No."

He continued to move his hands further up making contact with my bra. With my big chest there,  it's gonna be harder now.

God knows I've tried. I even pinched him and that didn't work. What else am I supposed to do!

"Please," I said which actually sounded like I was begging.  You know? The kind when women wants a man to just give it to them? Well I'm not one of them if that's what you're thinking. 

He chuckled.  " You sure you want me to stop or do you want me inside of you?"

I blushed at his words. Do I want him inside of me?  Why the hell are you even asking that? Dumbass! Gosh, was trying to make some sense here.

Before I could  respond, his hand slipped into my bra and cupped my breast squeezing them. I wanted to moan so bad but couldn't. 

"I see that you can't even speak. I'm sorry if I make you feel so weak under my touch, " he whispered. 

He pinched my nipple and squeezed my breast. I moaned. I couldn't keep it anymore.

"Please s-sto-p. I have to go."

"But I'm having so much fun with you, I don't want to stop."

"Can I just go?"

"Hmm, fine. But I'm taking you out for dinner."

He's taking me out for dinner. He's takeing me o- oh my gosh!

"But-"

"And no buts."

Speaking of harsh words. Why is he being so God damn hard?

He pulled his hand from my breast and straighten back my blouse. I quickly stood up and he spun me around. 

"I'm not done with you yet." He pulled me to his chest. I always wonder.  Why are guys so tall?! It's like my head is right under his humerus- if you studied science you would know- but gosh! 

"I'm leaving now, "I said, placing my hands on his chest. "Whatsoever you think you're doing is right,it's not and  it's just not want I need."

He laughed. Why is he laughing when I'd just made myself clear?