Her sweet mouth opens and closes. “I-I don’t understand.”
Of course she doesn’t. Who would?
“I’d like you to run away from me so I can catch you. I want you to fight me off. Or try to, anyway. You won’t be able to.”
“Why do you want to do that?” she whispers, her eyes genuinely curious.
Not judgmental, however. Which is why I’m able to answer honestly.
“When I was young—too young—I had this housekeeper who liked to nap in the afternoons, when she was supposed to be watching me after school. She’d always put on the same R-rated movie to entertain me while she napped in the guest room and…” I shake my head. “There was this scene where the villain chases the girl. He…kidnaps her. Takes her to his house and…you know the rest. I knew it was wrong, but this was going on right around puberty and I watched it so many damn times that it started to…”
“What?”
I swallow thickly. “It started to make me hard.”
I push the vest off her shoulders and gather the hem of her white T-shirt in my hands, peeling the material up and over her tits, instantly obsessed with the way she whimpers, as if apprehensive.Goddamn. Fucking her is going to be insane. The tip of my cock is dripping just thinking about how tight her pussy is going to feel around me. I’m going to bang her on her back, obviously. Who wouldn’t want to look at that perfect face while they got off? Not to mention, her bouncy little tits.
“Jesus,” I mutter, palming them in my hands. “You areperfect, angel.”
“B-but sir…” she stutters, watching me mold her breasts with a perfect combination of surprise and interest. “You’re…Y-you shouldn’t be touching me like this.”
Should I be ashamed of the excitement that ripples through my undercarriage?
Yes.Yes.Taking a female against their will goes against everything I am.
But there is no harm if she’s only pretending, right?
I have to cater to this sickness sometime, don’t I?
“Then maybe you better run,” I fairly wheeze. “Before I hold you down and suck them.”
Her breath catches and she stumbles back as she cups her tits in her hands to hide them and, wide-eyed, turns and runs for the door.
A roar spills out of my mouth, years of suppressed hunger rippling my muscles. I lunge for her, but she slips free and that only excites me more. She throws a look of terror over her shoulder and ducks out of my grip again, her feet racing for the door. I catch up with her before she can attempt to exit the room, throwing her up against the door on her tippy-toes and yanking up the back of her tight-ass skirt.
“I want to play more, angel,” I rasp into her hair, which has come loose from its braid. “But I just need to fuck right now. Give me the condom.”
She squirms between me and the door. “C-c-condom?”
I swoop down and bite her neck, sucking the reddened spot, my hands busy working the lily-white panties down her thighs.God.God, I need to get her to the bed somehow. I don’t want to bang her like this, not when I could come while looking at her phenomenal face.
“Aren’t you supposed to carry condoms?”
“I…” She tries to yank her panties back up and I see black, almost ejaculating inside my briefs. She’s pretending to resist me, just as I need, and it’s even better than I expected. I’mferal. “The hotel doesn’t provide condoms for guests, sir. A-at least, I don’t think so. But either way, I’m a maid. Not a toy. You c-can’t just?—”
“Fuck, angel, if you keep that up, I’m going to finish too fast.”
“Keep what up?”
I smooth a palm down the bare right cheek of her ass, grinding my teeth to find she’s firm and supple. I’ll have to takeher from behind, too. She might not leave this room for a month. “The act.”
“Sir,” she breathes. “It’s not an act.”
A frisson of warning cuts into my lust and I frown, wondering if I’m missing something.
What if she’s really just a maid? But…no. Shecan’tbe. What hotel maid looks like her?
Wanting to give myself some kind of double confirmation before I take her whining and kicking on the floor, I slip my fingers through the wet flesh of her cunt and find she’s soaking wet.
