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I move faster, my clit sliding over and over and over his clothed dick, I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“No, no, look at me.” He orders and my body willingly follows, unable to deny him.

I whimper as his hand lifts to touch my breast, fingers sliding down my stomach.

I tilt my head and do the same. I start unbuttoning his shirt, shuddering visibly when the tips of my fingers come in contact with his warm, hard, velvety skin.

I gesture at him. “I want this gone.”

He smirks, easily slipping the first button free, then the next, his movements unhurried.

My eyes remain fixed on him, following every deliberate motion as the fabric parts beneath his fingers.

There is something unfair about how put together he looks, lean, defined.

His abdomen is cut into firm planes beneath lightly tanned skin, just enough warmth to make the contours stand out, every movement pulling subtle shadows across him.

His biceps large and bulging complimenting his tall frame, broad shoulders and pumped chest muscles.

This ridiculously gorgeous man, the type that would give the Greek Gods a run for their money is letting me use him for my pleasure?

My eyes linger on his pecs longer than they should, my movements growing impatient as I stare at his abs, his broad shoulders.

I thought he’d be covered in tattoos but I don’t find any. Yet it doesn’t make him any less attractive, all the smooth, clear skin makes me hungrier than I was a few seconds ago.

“Like what you see, malyshka?” He chuckles, and his throaty voice works as an aphrodisiac, making me hotter and wetter and—fuck, I am burning, melting.

I am so far gone I cannot recognise myself. “No, I hate it.” I unabashedly gawk at all the hard muscles just to be sure, and yeah, I fucking hate how much I love his body.

I want to lick him and all of a sudden, he doesn’t seem like a creep anymore.

“I like men with tattoos, you’re so…” I let the silence hang in the air just to rile him up.

His hands rest on my waist, moving my body like he wants. “You don’t like men, you hear me?”

I absolutely do, but I don’t respond.

“No other man for you, malyshka.”

No longer grinding like an amateur, I am floating in an abyss of lust.

“Oh!” I gasp as my clit starts throbbing, tingling with the long-awaited release.

“Say yes, or this stops.” He probes. “Yes.”

Pathetic.

I. Am. Pathetic.

I struggle to speak, hissing as my clit starts pulsing, beating in tune with my heart and I lean forward, touching his chest.

My hand splays on the warm skin, as he moves my hips in a steady rhythm.

I lick my lips glancing at his abs, trailing my gaze down, stopping at the waistband of his pants, wanting to see more, more, so much more, what’s hidden beneath it.

“Fuck.” He hisses with me. “You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

I’m nodding along with his words.