“What?” she snaps as if she wasn’t just awake a few seconds ago.
“Never mind…” I tell her, settling back in my bed. I feel the bed shift and her body is turned towards me. Her fingers rove up my chest before her mouth finds my ear and she begins to bite on the lobe.
“You woke me up, now you have to put me back to sleep,” she purrs before she’s on top of me, straddling my waist. Got her!
I roll over on top of her, pinning her hands down, but her legs wrap around me in a death grip. I pry them from around my waist and she smiles seductively, looking at me with so much lust and smugness I plan to make her scream my name all night.
I kiss her again, biting her lip, and she bites mine harder before forcing her tongue into my mouth. I push it out and she sucks mine. That makes my dick harder than it already is. I pull away and drag my mouth down her body, stopping at her diamond belly ring and encircling it with my tongue. She grips my hair in her hands, pulling it before attempting to push my head lower. I look up and she’s grinning at me with a cocky smile. I sit up on my elbows and wag a finger at her that she just prolonged the tongue fucking I was going to give her. I grab her legs pulling her towards me and lift her onto my lap. She lets out a surprised gasp but glares at me before attempting to push me away with a condescending smile.
“Get over here,” I tell her, grabbing her and sitting her on top of me. She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my face to look up at her smug grin before our mouths battle again. She tries to push me on my back but I steady myself and she pouts. She’s used to being in control, but not here. In this bed, she’s my bitch—not the other way around.
“Lie back,” she demands, but I slap her on the ass and squeeze it. She lets out a surprised gasp and a wide smile breaks out on her face.
“Shut the fuck up,” I tell her as I slide my hand down into her panties. She moans as I rub my thumb up and down her clit. She moves her hand and pushes it down my boxers but I grab it, pinning it behind her back. I suck her skin between her neck and shoulder. Her free hand is around my neck holding on for dear life as she starts to grind against my finger. She’s so fucking wet already and I haven’t even put my mouth on her. I slow down my speed
“Teasing bastard,” she purrs, and I stop. She pulls back, looking at me with lust and frustration.
“Want me to stop?” I ask her with a condescending grin. She squints her eyes, full of lust and fury, but she keeps her mouth shut like I want her to. I kiss her, slamming my lips against her. She bites my mine again so hard I taste blood; I squeeze her clit between my thumb and she moans loudly.
“Don’t stop,” she pants out breathlessly.
“You sure?” I mumble against her lips as she kisses me again, this time deeper, as if begging me with her mouth. I kiss her back and begin to stroke her, moving faster, my dick begging me to finish her off so it can be inside of her. But I have more plans for her first. She’s almost on the edge, her breath hitching and her body stiffening in my arms. This confusing as fuck woman is going to show me her soul, tell me everything I want as I make her come every which way, because this is the only time I’ll have her vulnerable enough to do it. I slow down and begin to rub her slowly, and she lets out a frustrated whimper.
“How long have you been working at that club?” I ask her, and she looks up at me confused and irritated.
“Are you kidding?” She lets out a dry laugh as she tries to press her clit back against my thumb. I shake my head with a smile, going in slow circles. She lets out a pleading whimper.
“Tell me,” I kiss her lightly, pressing against her in pulses and she gasps, throwing her head back.
“Fuck you,” she growls but her tone indicates she’s riding high on ecstasy and wanting release.
“Yeah, but I’m going to need some answers first,” I say, letting go of the hand I had pinned behind her back and squeezing her ass before massaging it. She moans again.
“No.” She scowls at me defiantly. Her eyes still full of pleading and passion but now infused with stubbornness.
I start to rub her sweet spot. She’s tenacious as hell, but her body is my accomplice and her worst enemy. I start again, just stopping before she comes, pride vs. pleasure, her perseverance weakening, her breathing becoming more intense, and it’s only turning me on more.
“Five months,” she finally lets out in a sharp whimper.
“Good girl,” I tell her and the look she gives me is a mix between hatred and need. I speed up and press harder on her and now her moans are uncontrollable for her, and when they become more high-pitched and her body locks in place, she releases the note of an opera singer before going limp on top of me, her soft breathing in my ear causes my dick to twitch.
“You’re an asshole,” she pants out after a few seconds. She leans back, catching her breath. Her eyes are still glazed over in ecstasy, a satisfied smile on her face.
“For making you come all night?” I ask her, and she rolls her eyes, that attitude returning as she recovers.
“I only came once,” she quips, a challenge in her voice.
“It’s still early,” I promise her, gently pushing her back onto the bed, my lips making their way down her body.
I pull her up towards me, flip her over, and squeeze her perfect ass. She moans and when I bite it she whimpers. I could tell she liked that from earlier. One of my favorite things is learning a woman’s body. They’re all so different, each having spots that has them climbing up the walls. Most dudes don’t get that the clit is only one way to start the waterworks. I continue to massage her ass as I move my tongue up her back.
I sweep her hair from her shoulder and kiss her right in the middle of her neck and when her body stiffens I know I’ve found another sweet spot. I flick my tongue over it and she whimpers, and when I begin to suck it her hands dig into the sheets. I slide my hand between her thighs and feel her dripping again, then slip my finger inside of her and there’s the fucking pressure again. Her thighs tighten. She turns over on her back. I examine her face and I see it before she puts on the seductive smile. She’s nervous.
She is a fucking virgin!
At least when it comes to someone being inside of her.
How the hell is that possible?
“What’s taking so long? Grab a condom and fuck me,” she demands, wrapping her hand around my dick and stroking it. It takes every bit of strength in me to stop her. I want her to tell me. Why the hell wouldn’t she tell me? I can’t fuck her how I want to if she’s a damn virgin. Why all of this sex goddess shit if she’s never done it before? And why me? She doesn’t even really know me. A virgin that looks like her, something has to be wrong with her.
Fuck!
What if she’s jailbait? She looks about twenty-three with the hair and makeup and her body is definitely one of a woman, but hell…what if she’s like seventeen?
“Hold on,” I tell her, and I can see her anger growing like it did last time.
Think, think, think.
“How old are you?” I ask her, and she scowls.
“Why does it matter?” she asks, annoyed.
“Are you legal?” I ask her, just as annoyed, and she laughs.
“If I wasn’t wouldn’t it be sort of late to ask that now?” she asks sarcastically.