down?
9
Dax
Why did I get the feeling that she didn’t really believe me? How could I have been so stupid?
Fuck. I’m such a fucking stupid-ass idiot. I threw my phone on the king size bed and went to go take a shower.
I felt…dirty. Like I should be ashamed. I was. I mean, what I did was a dick move. I should’ve just went home. She pegged me as that guy? Hell. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
It’s not like she wanted to be more than friends. At least right now. I wanted her. I wanted her more than anyone I’ve ever wanted before.
And what the fuck was up with that song? ‘Bartender? I can’t believe I fucking downloaded that song. Now I’m going to have that in my phone forever. I could delete it, but I paid for it.
It wasn’t that bad of a song, but now every time I heard it, I was going to think she never wanted this friendship to even happen.
Friendship…fuck my life. I wanted her to be more than a fucking friend. I wanted her underneath me. I wanted her tied up on my wrought iron king size bed, her sweet ass in the air as I showed her how much playing with the darker side of sex could be fun. Her beautiful blonde mane in my grip. I wanted to kiss those pouty, plump lips until they were swollen and red from kissing her. I wanted to see her flawless, peach skin bare so I could lick and suck my way up and down her body. Biting and teasing those hard, little berries for nipples. I bet her body would be perfect under mine.
Friendship…I didn’t want that. Like I said, I’ve never had a chick that was strictly friends only. I couldn’t do it.
What was she so damn afraid of? I knew why she was that way on the phone. Aloof and distant. Then I just had to tell her what I did at The Club, didn’t I? Fuck. In a way I didn’t want to tell her, but something inside me told me I was a horrible man for leaving Scarlet at her house, then going to The Club. Not that I even went there for a girl. Well, maybe I did at first thought because there was just no way I felt so fucking frustrated by one lone girl. I mean, she was a virgin for crissakes. But as soon as I got there, the only thing I wanted was a damn drink.
It’s not like I meant for that bitch to blow me. She said she ‘had me pegged’? That sucked big fucking monkey dick. Was I that kinda guy?
Yeah, I was. I got pussy at the drop of a hat. Whenever I wanted it, and when I had a girl for a time, I usually picked one from The Club and used the room that belonged to me. I took them blindfolded, tied, and used my array of toys on them. They knew exactly what they were getting into when they entered this club. Girls at The Club liked to play, and when a Dom took them, they understood the rules. It was consensual, safe, and wicked sexy.
Was I going to change for this girl? This All-American-Miss-Apple-Pie? Could I change? Become soft? No. I couldn’t do soft.
Thinking about touching Scarlet, running my hands all over her creamy skin. With her being prone to blush, it would be so easy to make her skin flush with anticipation. She was a virgin. No man has ever seen her naked. I would be the first.
That’s the thought that made my dick stiffen to steel. To be the first man to feel her body, to be the first man to push inside her tight warmth. I placed one hand against the bathroom tile, and palmed my dick with the other. I wouldn’t even need to use toys either. Just to feel the tight grip of her pussy on my dick would feel fucking amazing. Her vagina sucking my dick deep inside. My hands gripping her hips as I penetrated inside her. I could just see her breasts swaying and bouncing with each hard thrust. Her nipples sharpening into hard little points. I’d bend down, suck each one into my mouth. Suck hard, roll them around my tongue and bite them with my teeth. I’d hear her breath catch, her eyes heavy lidded with lust, and her body writhing underneath my hands as I rubbed a thumb over her sensitive clit. Then hearing her
9
Dax
Why did I get the feeling that she didn’t really believe me? How could I have been so stupid?
Fuck. I’m such a fucking stupid-ass idiot. I threw my phone on the king size bed and went to go take a shower.
I felt…dirty. Like I should be ashamed. I was. I mean, what I did was a dick move. I should’ve just went home. She pegged me as that guy? Hell. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
It’s not like she wanted to be more than friends. At least right now. I wanted her. I wanted her more than anyone I’ve ever wanted before.
And what the fuck was up with that song? ‘Bartender? I can’t believe I fucking downloaded that song. Now I’m going to have that in my phone forever. I could delete it, but I paid for it.
It wasn’t that bad of a song, but now every time I heard it, I was going to think she never wanted this friendship to even happen.
Friendship…fuck my life. I wanted her to be more than a fucking friend. I wanted her underneath me. I wanted her tied up on my wrought iron king size bed, her sweet ass in the air as I showed her how much playing with the darker side of sex could be fun. Her beautiful blonde mane in my grip. I wanted to kiss those pouty, plump lips until they were swollen and red from kissing her. I wanted to see her flawless, peach skin bare so I could lick and suck my way up and down her body. Biting and teasing those hard, little berries for nipples. I bet her body would be perfect under mine.
Friendship…I didn’t want that. Like I said, I’ve never had a chick that was strictly friends only. I couldn’t do it.
What was she so damn afraid of? I knew why she was that way on the phone. Aloof and distant. Then I just had to tell her what I did at The Club, didn’t I? Fuck. In a way I didn’t want to tell her, but something inside me told me I was a horrible man for leaving Scarlet at her house, then going to The Club. Not that I even went there for a girl. Well, maybe I did at first thought because there was just no way I felt so fucking frustrated by one lone girl. I mean, she was a virgin for crissakes. But as soon as I got there, the only thing I wanted was a damn drink.
It’s not like I meant for that bitch to blow me. She said she ‘had me pegged’? That sucked big fucking monkey dick. Was I that kinda guy?
Yeah, I was. I got pussy at the drop of a hat. Whenever I wanted it, and when I had a girl for a time, I usually picked one from The Club and used the room that belonged to me. I took them blindfolded, tied, and used my array of toys on them. They knew exactly what they were getting into when they entered this club. Girls at The Club liked to play, and when a Dom took them, they understood the rules. It was consensual, safe, and wicked sexy.
Was I going to change for this girl? This All-American-Miss-Apple-Pie? Could I change? Become soft? No. I couldn’t do soft.
Thinking about touching Scarlet, running my hands all over her creamy skin. With her being prone to blush, it would be so easy to make her skin flush with anticipation. She was a virgin. No man has ever seen her naked. I would be the first.
That’s the thought that made my dick stiffen to steel. To be the first man to feel her body, to be the first man to push inside her tight warmth. I placed one hand against the bathroom tile, and palmed my dick with the other. I wouldn’t even need to use toys either. Just to feel the tight grip of her pussy on my dick would feel fucking amazing. Her vagina sucking my dick deep inside. My hands gripping her hips as I penetrated inside her. I could just see her breasts swaying and bouncing with each hard thrust. Her nipples sharpening into hard little points. I’d bend down, suck each one into my mouth. Suck hard, roll them around my tongue and bite them with my teeth. I’d hear her breath catch, her eyes heavy lidded with lust, and her body writhing underneath my hands as I rubbed a thumb over her sensitive clit. Then hearing her
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