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Swallowing hard I think of why I’m doing this.
I’m almost where I need to be. This is just for three months of my life and tonight is one night down.
I slip off the first strap of the negligee and the other. It doesn’t take much for it to float down my legs. It’s flimsy and designed for exactly this. My breasts bobble when I step out of the negligee and lean further down to slip off my panties.
His eyes never leave me. I’m under his watchful stare the whole time. I slip off my little ballerina pumps and lift my gaze gingerly to meet his as his eyes drink me in.
It’s been awhile since I stood naked in front of a man, and the last time was terrible. The man I called my husband was so awful to me that now he exists in the darkest parts of my nightmares.
Those four years of nothingness on my resume speak of four lifetimes. Marriage, abuse, having a child I now have to look after on my own after the death of my husband Miguel Diaz, the Columbian Cartel king.
He saw me as a thing. Looked at me as such too. I look at this man though and I’m surprised, stunned even by the glimmer in his eyes as he stares back at me. It doesn’t match the hardness in his personality.
There’s something about the way he looks at me that almost has me at ease, which is crazy.
Almostthough. That hardness comes back to his eyes and the devil with it.
I’m almost scared to swallow and I pray that unlike Miguel, he’ll be gentler with me.
Christian walks closer and runs a finger over my stomach and up to stroke over my left nipple. Arousal grips me when he circles around the hard peak and I slow my breathing when he lowers and takes the nipple into his mouth.
I bite down on my bottom lip trying my hardest not to be turned on, but I am. He sucks hard then pushes me against the wall so he can suckle on my right breast.
“You know I’d believe you weren’t enjoying it more if you tried to scowl.” He laughs.
I want to tell him something, anything, but whatever words I was going to say are stolen from my mouth when he slides his fingers right into my pussy and starts pumping in and out.
I gasp and press my hands into the wall, trying to grasp on to something,anything.
Against the smooth wallpaper my hands come away with nothing. Instinct makes me grab on to his shirt and that makes him smile.
That smile widens when he crouches down, grabs my leg, and buries his face between my thighs. I’m shocked that I can do this with a man I just met. We never even spoke for five minutes when I ran my car into the back of his.
I try to hold back a desperate moan and fail miserably. The man knows exactly what to do with his tongue in my pussy and his hands pressed against my ass to position me in a way that I can feel pleasure in undiluted waves.
I don’t try to fight anymore or hide that I’m feeling all that he’s doing to me. I don’t want to. It’s been so long since I felt anything close to this that I’m ashamed and embarrassed to admit to myself that I like it.
On my acceptance, my head snaps back and I cry out the pleasure so loud I’m sure people can hear me. We’re basically outside on the balcony, I’m sure someone will hear.
As he sucks hard on the sensitive nub of my clit, a gush of wetness flows from my pussy straight into his mouth and he drinks. He takes it all leaving me drained from just the action he gave me with his tongue and his hands.
Christian raises slowly when he finishes and sets me up against the wall.
He leans in close like he’s going to kiss me but doesn’t. Instead that smile comes back to his face and I decide it’s predatory. That’s the only word for a smile like that.
He moves closer still and brushes his nose over mine.
“Lilly St. James, you taste really good sweetheart. I’ve decided all is forgiven in regard to my car. We’ll just brush that under the rug.” He chuckles.
“What?” I ask hardly able to form the word.
“Forget about the car, now get dressed and run on home” he breathes, and his breath caresses my face, arousing me all over again.
That’s it…
That’s all he’s going to do for five grand?
Taste me.
