“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Okay, when he fucks you, do you come?”
“Again, what does that have to do with anything?” My mouth dries as I try to evade the questions.
“Because he’s an asshole. He only cares about himself. Which is why he doesn’t pleasure you until you’re screaming his name or even make sure you get off.”
“And the no-relationship fuccboi, does?”
“You want to know why women are so willing to fuck me? It’s because usually my reputation precedes me.”
“And what is your reputation?” I murmur as he leans back into me, his lips perilously close to mine..
“That I’m the best fuck most have had.”
“Again, you’re awfully cocky.” I laugh, shaking my head, placing my hands on his chest, and pushing him away from me. He moves back, but just enough to grip my wrists and pin them to the wall above my head. His face hovering close.
“Trust me, I’m not cocky.” His face inches closer to mine. “Because I’m not wrong. I can show you how you deserve to be fucked.”
“And how would you fuck me? That’s so different from the rest?”
The corner of his mouth tilts up as he smirks and leans into me again. “Like a goddess.”
“You don’t even know my name.” I can’t help but laugh out loud.
He seems surprised by my comment and leans away from me. “Honestly, I don’t really care what your name is.”
My mouth drops open as I look at him and he smirks before pressing his lips fiercely against mine, pushing my head back against the wall. Gripping my wrists with one hand, pinning them above the wall. He trails his other down my arm and casually brushes them to my neck. His gentle finger wrapping around my neck, applying pressure as his tongue runs along the seam of my lips. Parting them for him, instantly. His chuckle slips into my mouth.
Pulling away, he looks at me, a smirk forming on his lips as I roll my eyes. “Shut up and just fuck me.”
Gripping tighter around my neck, he pulls me off of the wall, spinning us around, and walking me backwards until the back of my knees push against the bed, causing me to sit down.
Reaching down, I slip the end of his belt out of the buckle before I unbutton and unzip his jeans, letting them fall to the ground. I watch him as he toes his boots off and grips the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, exposing his abs. Reaching down, he slips his hands underneath my shirt, pulling it up over my head.
“Lay back.” He tells me. I can’t tell him no and I’m not sure why. I lay back on the bed and look up at him as his fingers slip up under the hem of my dress, slowly pushing it up over my body.
“Move up the bed.” He demands and, yet again, I follow his orders. I watch him as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slips them down.
Reaching around to my back, unhooking my bra, and tossing it to the side. He bites his lip and crawls up the bed. Placing his body between my thighs. His hands trail up the inside of them, separating my legs further as he does. When they reach the creases of my legs, he pauses, looking at me, a sinister look in his eyes as he lowers his body. I’m astounded when he drops to his stomach between my legs, his tongue coming out and touching my clit..
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp, my hand coming down and slipping into his hair immediately. My body bucks against him when he flicks his tongue against me, bringing me close to orgasming already. I feel like I need to keep it under control. I’m not sure that I’ve ever had a man pay this amount of attention to me. Or a man who can rapidly have me melting around him..
I whimper when he pulls away from me and laughs, but his thumb comes down and rubs circles in his tongue’s place. “Don’t hold back.” He says, shaking his head. “You’re not getting out of this bed until you come at least more than once.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible for me.”
“Oh, it’s possible.” He smirks at me, lying back down, his thumb still working circles on my clit. Gasping out loud as I feel his tongue push inside of me, fucking me with it. My back arches as he switches his tongue and fingers again, before his opposite hand comes up and pressing me back to the bed by my stomach.
His mouth latching around my clit. He sucks on it and causing my stomach to contract and his arms come around my legs, holding me in place as they shake and I totally lose control. Groaning out louder than I have ever before.
I’m breathing heavily as I look down at him, smirking as he crawls back up my body, running his lips up my stomach as he goes.
“Shut up.” I tell him, making him laugh before he slips my nipple into his mouth and rolls it between his teeth. Another moan slips out. His lips come down, claiming mine as I hear the drawer next to us open, and he shifts. Pulling away long enough to open the foil package before he pulls out the condom, moving his hands down and slipping it over himself.
He looks at me before glancing down and lining himself up at my entrance.
I’m nervous, my heart is pounding in my ears. Feeling like this moment will change me forever for some reason, and terrified of what that means. Gasping as I feel him entering me, gripping onto his back as he slips thoroughly inside.
