I’mdoing this again, and again I’m scared of how I’ll feel after. If I feel like this now—barely able to think past his touch—what’s going to happen to me when we go to that place he took me to yesterday?
That place he unlocked and gave me everything I never knew I needed.
I take off my coat and follow with everything else until I’m naked.
The way he looks at me—like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life—is something I’ll never forget. I know I can’t be. All I need to do is look at him to know I’m not going to be anything close to the women he’s been with. However, there’s something triumphant in watching him look at me like I’m whatheneeds.
And it’s already harder to convince myself I’m just a toy to him when he looks at me like that.
“Get on the bed and lie down.”
I crawl onto the bed and watch him take off his clothes. As I lie there, I allow myself to stare at him, to really take him in.
My eyes travel over thick muscles inked with tattoos. I’m not paying attention to the ones on his fingers that scare me or the Russian-looking ones that indicate his leadership. I look at the others, like the eagle taking flight on his lower abs and the Japanese characters running down his hips.
My eyes move to his erect cock as he takes off his pants, and I notice the pre-cum beading on the thick head.
He’s perfect and he knows it. And he knows I know it, too. Standing there like that, he reminds me of a Greek god. Just one look is all anybody would need to confirm the potency of his power and strength. More intense than that, though, is the power and strength he has over me.
When he grips the base of his cock and fists himself, the heat raging inside me turns to liquid fire.
A wicked smile spreads across his face, and he intensifies his stare.
“Still think you don’t want me?”
I bite down hard on my back teeth, praying he doesn’t push for an answer.
“You should see your face, princess,” he adds with a wild smirk. “You should see your body the way I do, ripe and aroused for me.”
I believe him. I can feel my body pleading for him to return to me. My nipples ache, my skin is buzzing from the kiss, and I’m wet, probably soaked.
My pussy is clenching with the need to have him and I’m hungry for him.
He pumps his length harder, so more clear pre-cum drips out of his cock, then he swipes his thumb over the head and wipes it off.
Holding out his finger, he gets on the bed, too, and places his finger to my lips so I can lick off his cum.
I do, tasting the saltiness of need and sex.
He smiles and runs the same finger over my pussy, pushing into my wet passage and smiling wider when he feels how wet I am.
“Wet again, Malyshka. This is going to be interesting.”
“Why?” I mumble.
He answers by pushing deeper into my passage. I moan out loud in response and grip his arm as he continues to pump.
“That’s why. You keep filling your head with lies, and I want you to accept the truth. I want you to accept that it’s okay to want me.”
“No,” I moan.
“Yes.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock.
He cups my sex and rubs the head of his cock over my folds before easing into my pussy.
It hurts, but not as much as last night. I feel more pleasure than pain.
