one.
Only Nick could ever get me to do stupid shit like this. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s apparently a big problem I probably need some medication for.
Tomorrow . . .
He takes a picture of one of his hands on my right breast next.
“You know I’ll find a way to erase those, don’t you?” I stare at his phone.
“Yeah, I’m sure you will, but the thrill of you trying to hack into my phone has me harder than the bars on your bed,” he says, breath heavy and filled with desire.
My eyes shift to him and go heavy at the way he’s looking at me.
He bites his lower lip so hard, it’s the most erotic, damned dirty thing I’ve ever seen. My God, those teeth—fucking heaven and earth.
“Back to your earlier accusation . . .” He slides a hand up my right thigh. “I don’t have to break into homes and tie women up either, but someone’s been a naughty girl and needs to be punished. That’s why I’m here tonight.”
“Why? Because I turned my chip off and said I’d up the security?” My brows pop up.
“No, because you touched what was mine today to get my attention. You got it. I’m here. You wanted more, and I’m gonna provide it.”
“What is your problem, really? Chip envy? Too many mojitos at lunch today with your Fat Finger friend? Did he decide he was straight after all?” I grin. “Maybe he’ll help you practice for prison. I bet he would. He seems like the desperate type with all that shit he was saying in my car after you stole it. You know what they say about a big dude with a big mouth . . .”
“Such a mouth on you , I’m sure you know all about it even if you are a tiny little thing. And I know it’s gotta be good for something other than spouting shit, and since it likes being so dirty . . .” He slides up my body, and before I know it, he’s got his hands boxed around my ears and somehow, he’s got my head tipped back in such a way, it forces my jaw to drop open.
“Suck it. Suck it, and I’ll tell you a little bedtime story I think you’ll like.” God, that voice of his has my toes curling.
I whisper a, “Fuck you!” right as the meatus passes over my lips and lands on my tongue.
I want to gag and scream, “Germs!” but I can’t. And really, for some odd reason, I really don’t want to.
My tongue wraps around the shaft, and as his head pushes in, my insides relax in a way I rarely experience.
Just like when he had sex with me last time—my fears are almost completely obliterated.
I’m doing what I would consider the most disgusting of deeds in terms of bacteria, viruses, and God knows what else, but I can’t stop.
I pull at the ropes on my wrists, and he moans as I suck forcefully at the ridges of his head when he retreats.
“God, that’s good,” he says, shifting his weight so he’s really jamming it straight into my mouth. “Knew that dirty mouth would fucking love my cock. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart—just. Like. This.”
I whimper and shift as well, but I rock from side to side, trying to get closer.
“Listen to my story because I’m only sharing it once.” He slides with ease—slippery inside my watering mouth.
The taste isn’t really pleasant—he’s no Lucky Charm’s—but there’s something about the tanginess, and pungent flavor of him, I adore.
And I’m doing it. I’m really giving a man fellatio, and I’m not awful at it like I feared.
He seems to like it. He’s still hard, and he’s made a few sounds of approval.
I flex my right hand, hoping he’ll release it, since I actually do want to cup his balls and feel the weight of it in my hands.
“There was this girl—this brilliant girl, two years younger than me, and other guys liked her as much as I did, but she intimidated them, so she thought none of them could stand her when they’d back off.”
My eyes light up. He’s talking about me?
“Mmffffuubba taaamaa gah,” I say.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full—fucking rude.” He smacks my cheek,
Only Nick could ever get me to do stupid shit like this. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s apparently a big problem I probably need some medication for.
Tomorrow . . .
He takes a picture of one of his hands on my right breast next.
“You know I’ll find a way to erase those, don’t you?” I stare at his phone.
“Yeah, I’m sure you will, but the thrill of you trying to hack into my phone has me harder than the bars on your bed,” he says, breath heavy and filled with desire.
My eyes shift to him and go heavy at the way he’s looking at me.
He bites his lower lip so hard, it’s the most erotic, damned dirty thing I’ve ever seen. My God, those teeth—fucking heaven and earth.
“Back to your earlier accusation . . .” He slides a hand up my right thigh. “I don’t have to break into homes and tie women up either, but someone’s been a naughty girl and needs to be punished. That’s why I’m here tonight.”
“Why? Because I turned my chip off and said I’d up the security?” My brows pop up.
“No, because you touched what was mine today to get my attention. You got it. I’m here. You wanted more, and I’m gonna provide it.”
“What is your problem, really? Chip envy? Too many mojitos at lunch today with your Fat Finger friend? Did he decide he was straight after all?” I grin. “Maybe he’ll help you practice for prison. I bet he would. He seems like the desperate type with all that shit he was saying in my car after you stole it. You know what they say about a big dude with a big mouth . . .”
“Such a mouth on you , I’m sure you know all about it even if you are a tiny little thing. And I know it’s gotta be good for something other than spouting shit, and since it likes being so dirty . . .” He slides up my body, and before I know it, he’s got his hands boxed around my ears and somehow, he’s got my head tipped back in such a way, it forces my jaw to drop open.
“Suck it. Suck it, and I’ll tell you a little bedtime story I think you’ll like.” God, that voice of his has my toes curling.
I whisper a, “Fuck you!” right as the meatus passes over my lips and lands on my tongue.
I want to gag and scream, “Germs!” but I can’t. And really, for some odd reason, I really don’t want to.
My tongue wraps around the shaft, and as his head pushes in, my insides relax in a way I rarely experience.
Just like when he had sex with me last time—my fears are almost completely obliterated.
I’m doing what I would consider the most disgusting of deeds in terms of bacteria, viruses, and God knows what else, but I can’t stop.
I pull at the ropes on my wrists, and he moans as I suck forcefully at the ridges of his head when he retreats.
“God, that’s good,” he says, shifting his weight so he’s really jamming it straight into my mouth. “Knew that dirty mouth would fucking love my cock. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart—just. Like. This.”
I whimper and shift as well, but I rock from side to side, trying to get closer.
“Listen to my story because I’m only sharing it once.” He slides with ease—slippery inside my watering mouth.
The taste isn’t really pleasant—he’s no Lucky Charm’s—but there’s something about the tanginess, and pungent flavor of him, I adore.
And I’m doing it. I’m really giving a man fellatio, and I’m not awful at it like I feared.
He seems to like it. He’s still hard, and he’s made a few sounds of approval.
I flex my right hand, hoping he’ll release it, since I actually do want to cup his balls and feel the weight of it in my hands.
“There was this girl—this brilliant girl, two years younger than me, and other guys liked her as much as I did, but she intimidated them, so she thought none of them could stand her when they’d back off.”
My eyes light up. He’s talking about me?
“Mmffffuubba taaamaa gah,” I say.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full—fucking rude.” He smacks my cheek,
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