harden both in pain and pleasure. My thin t-shirt is rolled way up around my waist. And his hand is still on my back, slowly moving down toward my ass. My breath catches in my throat as the anticipation build s inside my chest. I can feel my sex swell and dampen for him, for his touch, and I’m pretty sure he’ll deprive me of it.
Nonetheless, his palm is now crossing from my t-shirt over to my bare skin. This is the very first time his skin has touched mine.
The thrill of finally feeling his heat and the hard planes of his body will make my heart explode. My clit throbs in hunger; desire pulsates through my wet folds. I’ve been yearning for this moment and dreaming of it every night.
My senses are heightened; my lips part to gasp for air.
He runs his finger down the crack of my ass. He grunts when his fingers slide between the moist lips of my sex, probing my tender flesh, his skin coated with my arousal. “Jesus!”
My mind turns foggy and my eyes close, the rest of my senses focused on only him. I still sharply when I feel his finger move further until it hits the tight knob of my clit. Even with my back turned against him and my eyes closed, I can sense his struggle as he circles the tip of his finger around my clit. Both of us know this will bring his end without a doubt, although neither of us can stop.
I am unable to prevent the involuntary rocking of my hips in rhythm with his moves. Nor am I able to stop the moans escaping my lips each time he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, the heated pleasure of it making my eyes roll back in their sockets. The muscles inside my sex clench as the craving for release wraps around my body like a thick blanket. Sweat drops gather around my forehead.
Each new second he keeps his hand between my legs is another step into insanity.
His finger moves back slightly, abandoning my trembling clit, and then suddenly dips into my wetness, rubbing the throbbing flesh inside my sex. With a moan, I push my ass against him, wanting him deeper and harder.
“You want me to rub your little cunt until you come, don’t you? You need it so badly, you’re ready to throw away your life for a momentary pleasure.” He chuckles, clearly amused, then his voice turns to steel when he says, “Some nights I go to bed with the thought of fucking you senseless driving me crazy. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t work. It’s your doing, all of it.”
I gasp and pant in desperation, as the friction of his finger inside me has me trembling with an agonizing need for release. Panic rises inside me when he stops his movements.
“Please, don’t stop,” I mumble, fearful of not being able to get the relief my body demands.
“Do you want it?”
“Oh, yes, please,” I cry, my desire too great to contain.
As if my begging meant nothing, he yanks his finger out of me, cutting all the physical contact between us, and moves away.
“Do you honestly think you deserve my affection?” are the last words leaving his mouth, before I hear the door shut behind me.
CH 1
~
Present
The café is bustling with customers as usual for seven-thirty in the morning. Although Chris and I do our best, there’s a long line of impatient customers waiting to get their morning fix of our house-roasted coffee.
My stomach rumbles as I place the order for the lady who’s requested two sesame bagels with cream cheese and two muffins before her. I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and as it turns out nineteen hours on an empty stomach isn’t the best condition for working as a barista. Drawing in a long breath of air to calm my raging stomach, I look up at the next customer with my practiced smile.
“Good morning. What can I get for…” My lips stop moving, and my jaw drops while I gape at the customer moving to the register.
I must have gone into a hunger-induced coma and be hallucinating the prettiest set of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re magnetic, sizzling and hold my
Nonetheless, his palm is now crossing from my t-shirt over to my bare skin. This is the very first time his skin has touched mine.
The thrill of finally feeling his heat and the hard planes of his body will make my heart explode. My clit throbs in hunger; desire pulsates through my wet folds. I’ve been yearning for this moment and dreaming of it every night.
My senses are heightened; my lips part to gasp for air.
He runs his finger down the crack of my ass. He grunts when his fingers slide between the moist lips of my sex, probing my tender flesh, his skin coated with my arousal. “Jesus!”
My mind turns foggy and my eyes close, the rest of my senses focused on only him. I still sharply when I feel his finger move further until it hits the tight knob of my clit. Even with my back turned against him and my eyes closed, I can sense his struggle as he circles the tip of his finger around my clit. Both of us know this will bring his end without a doubt, although neither of us can stop.
I am unable to prevent the involuntary rocking of my hips in rhythm with his moves. Nor am I able to stop the moans escaping my lips each time he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, the heated pleasure of it making my eyes roll back in their sockets. The muscles inside my sex clench as the craving for release wraps around my body like a thick blanket. Sweat drops gather around my forehead.
Each new second he keeps his hand between my legs is another step into insanity.
His finger moves back slightly, abandoning my trembling clit, and then suddenly dips into my wetness, rubbing the throbbing flesh inside my sex. With a moan, I push my ass against him, wanting him deeper and harder.
“You want me to rub your little cunt until you come, don’t you? You need it so badly, you’re ready to throw away your life for a momentary pleasure.” He chuckles, clearly amused, then his voice turns to steel when he says, “Some nights I go to bed with the thought of fucking you senseless driving me crazy. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t work. It’s your doing, all of it.”
I gasp and pant in desperation, as the friction of his finger inside me has me trembling with an agonizing need for release. Panic rises inside me when he stops his movements.
“Please, don’t stop,” I mumble, fearful of not being able to get the relief my body demands.
“Do you want it?”
“Oh, yes, please,” I cry, my desire too great to contain.
As if my begging meant nothing, he yanks his finger out of me, cutting all the physical contact between us, and moves away.
“Do you honestly think you deserve my affection?” are the last words leaving his mouth, before I hear the door shut behind me.
CH 1
~
Present
The café is bustling with customers as usual for seven-thirty in the morning. Although Chris and I do our best, there’s a long line of impatient customers waiting to get their morning fix of our house-roasted coffee.
My stomach rumbles as I place the order for the lady who’s requested two sesame bagels with cream cheese and two muffins before her. I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and as it turns out nineteen hours on an empty stomach isn’t the best condition for working as a barista. Drawing in a long breath of air to calm my raging stomach, I look up at the next customer with my practiced smile.
“Good morning. What can I get for…” My lips stop moving, and my jaw drops while I gape at the customer moving to the register.
I must have gone into a hunger-induced coma and be hallucinating the prettiest set of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re magnetic, sizzling and hold my
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