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Natalie finally pulls her hand away and leans back on the chair across from me. There's a long pause.
Finally, she looks at me.
"How far away is your apartment from here?" she asks me.
I smile.
"One57 is two blocks from here," I tell Natalie as I take a sip of my scotch. "Would you like to come over?"
I stand up and extend my arm to her.
She stands up and takes it.
"Yes, please," she tells me and smiles sweetly. "We have some lost time to make up for."
Natalie
I thought that my Fifth Avenue apartment was impressive, but it’s a dump compared to Sloane’s apartment. But what did I expect? He freaking lives at One57, the billionaire building. You simply can’t compete with that.
I mean, just look at the fancy decor. Minimalist and expensive, a black and white combination of good taste. Jesus, just hiring the decorator must've cost a fortune; although, no, Sloane probably hand picked every single piece of furniture and art inside of his apartment. Although he’d say he doesn’t give a fuck about decoration, he’s the kind of guy who loves to exert control—even if that means picking the rugs for his multimillion dollar apartment.
"You have nice taste," I tell him, genuinely complimenting him. Of course, just like in court, everything I say can be used against me when I’m dealing with a man like him.
"Of course I have good taste," he replies, closing the door to his apartment and closing the distance between us. He takes one hand to my hair and, tangling his fingers there, he yanks on it and forces me to throw my head back. I look into his eyes, surprised, but he just grins. "That’s why you’re here."
I don’t even know what to say, but I guess it doesn’t even matter. We’ve said everything that needed to be said; the time for words is over. And I realize that when he takes his free hand and places it on my knee, sliding it under the hemline of my dress and flattening it against my thong.
I was already wet before he touched my pussy, but now I’m a complete mess.
"You have no idea how much I fucking want you," he continues, pressing his hand harder against my pussy. I bite on my lower lip, holding my breath as my heart starts drumming a song of lust and anticipation. "I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long…"
"I bet you have…" I whisper back at him. "How many times have you jerked off thinking of me?" I tease him. Now, any other man would just grow embarrassed, and perhaps spit out some feeble excuse. But not Sloane.
"Too many to fucking count," he replies in a heartbeat, his words loaded with so much desire that the air around us seems heavier now. "You know what I thought when I saw you for the first time?" he asks me, but I know he’s going to answer his own question. "Her pussy must be delicious."
"It is delicious," I respond, my skin prickling as the pressure of his fingers intensifies. I’m growing wetter by the second, and if I keep going like this I’m going to dehydrate. "But now you don’t need to think of that any longer… You can go right ahead and taste it."
"You read my fucking mind, ‘sis," he says, flicking my wrist to the side and running one fingertip up and down the length of my pussy lips. I gasp again, feeling the coiled tension in his touch. Just like a wild beast, Sloane’s ready for the kill.
Hooking his thumbs on my thong, he traces his contour, almost as if he’s ready to pull it down my legs but never actually doing it. He leans in, instead, and brushes his lips against mine.
"Our first kiss," he whispers, his hands now on my thighs. "But I want my mouth somewhere else right now," he adds, slowly going down to his knees.
I bite down on my lower lip as I look at the expression on his face, one of pure unbridled lust. Looking away from me, he grabs my dress and pushes it up, holding it around my waist. His eyes seem to grow wider as he looks at my drenched pussy, and I know that, inside his head, he’s playing out everything that’s going to happen. He waited for this for too long, and now he’s going to take his time.
With one hand holding my dress, he places the other one on my inner thigh, and then starts caressing my groin with one soft fingertip. He traces the contour of my thong patiently, going from my left groin to my outer thigh, and then down to my ass. He does the same thing on my right groin, and a shiver goes up my spine as I realize that he’s going to tease me until I can no longer take it. The thing is, I don’t know if I can take any kind of teasing right now. I want it now.
I grab his hair and, moving fast, trying to pull him into me. He doesn’t budge of course, and just looks up at me with an amused expression on his face. "Seems like you’ve been waiting for this for a while too," he says, and the tone of his voice tells me he’s enjoying every second of this.
"Maybe," I shoot right back, fully knowing that I can’t hide my desire from him. Yeah, it’s true, I’ve lusted after him since the first time I saw him. There’s no point in hiding that anymore, is there? Sure, at the time I tried to reign in all of these thoughts, knowing that he was my stepbrother. But now… Well, now I just don’t care. Now it’s all out in the open, and it’s too late for me to go back.
"Maybe, uh?" he repeats, narrowing his eyes into slits. Then, looking straight at my pussy, he just dives into me. He opens his mouth wide and, before I can prepare myself for it, his lips are sucking on my pussy over the soaked fabric of my thong.
"Oh, God, that feels good," I moan, closing my eyes as he sucks harder, his free hand now on my ass, squeezing my flesh eagerly.
"I know," he tells me, pulling back and looking at me with a kind of lustful
craziness dancing in his eyes. He pushes me on my hips and I stumble backwards, feeling my ass pressed against the back of his couch; following after me, he runs one hand up from the back of my knee into my ass, forcing me to lift my leg up. Knowing exactly what he wants me to do, I rest my leg over his shoulder, and then his mouth is on me again.
