Suddenly she had a pep in her step.
I rolled my shoulders and pushed every thought that screamed this was a bad idea to the back of my mind. I need release. I can’t function with this ticking time-bomb on me, taunting me, tempting me.
Especially since what happened in New York was child’s play. The best way to get my focus back was to let all my fucked up desires out.
One last time.
It’ll be good for both of us.
Across from the foyer was my cigar closet. I walked over and picked aMontecristo, barely getting it to light before I hear heels clacking my way.
“Remind me,” I said without looking up. “How wet are you again, Rabbit?”
“It rubs against my clit when I walk and it makes me cum even more.”
Smoke filled the room as I got the cigar to light and take a puff. “Fuck Rory.”
“You like that, huh?”
“I fucking love it, Bunny.” I faced her then, looking at her innocent smirk. I put the cigar between my teeth and watched her. “Why don’t you take those panties off and lemme see.”
She ain’t even hesitate, arms going under and up the hem of her dress ‘til it hooked the side of her thong. I leaned next to the closet door and watched as she slowly dragged it down her thighs, over her knees, then heels, carefully stepping out of them.
“Fuck,” I was dazed. “It’s soaked.”
“Told ya.”
“Hm.”
She used her finger to swirl it around. “Want it?”
“Nah,” another smoke cloud. “You suck it up.”
“Seriously?”
She looked taken aback but I was dead serious.
“Taste us,” I commanded.
It was a challenge. One she was up for because surprisingly, she took the fabric in her mouth and sucked, and sucked then moaned and swallowed. All while maintaining eye contact.
“Yum.”
I haven’t felt this excited to fuck something in a very long time. Maybe I never felt this level of desire before.
“Upstairs. Now.”
A smirk. “Which door, Marley?”
“Third door at the end of the hallway.”
She gave a quick nod and took off in a hurry.
“I’m ripping whatever you have on to shreds when I get up there, so if you care about that dress you better take it the fuck off!”
I stood there a bit longer, letting the cigar do its thing to calm me. It worked for the most part but a glass of Macallan would really set it off so I poured it up.
Yeah.
