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Oh, I already am, Linkin.
I already am.
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By the time he knocks on my door, I’m an anxious ball of overactive hormones, ready to pounce. I’m honestly afraid I may jump him and hump his leg like a dog the moment he enters my apartment. He lets himself in with his key, and my heart starts to pound with excitement.
I smell the pizza first, followed by the man. He smells musky, mixed with gasoline and grease. Call me weird, but the combination drives me wild.
Linkin sets the pizza box down on the counter and turns his dark eyes on me.
Then they drop to my outfit.
Or lack thereof.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, his wide eyes still staring at my chest.
“You know,” I start, slowly walking towards him, my legs crisscrossing and the red heels clicking against the cheap vinyl floor. “I saw this outfit online a few weeks ago, and I just had to have it.”
Stopping in front of him, I pop my hip, my right leg out a little and my hands resting on my hips. “See, I used to love wearing sexy lingerie. But over the years, my efforts weren’t fully appreciated, so I stopped.” Taking another step forward, I run one fire engine red painted fingertip down the bust of the black leather corset. “But you seem like the type of man who would appreciate the effort.”
“I’m having a heart attack,” he mumbles, his eyes following the line my finger traces down to where the corset meets the black lace panties.
“Do you want me to put on something else?” I ask, my fingers toying with the ties holding the panties together at my hips.
“Fuck no,” he growls, finally seeming to snap out of his trance. “I appreciate the ever-loving fuck out of your efforts right now,” he confirms with a smirk.
“I figured you’d be the man for the job,” I say, slowly releasing one side of the panties.
Linkin reaches out and halts my hand, keeping the ties from completely releasing. “I’m the only man for the job, Firecracker.” His gaze burns my skin as he takes in my outfit one more time. “Now,” he starts, pulling me into his arms, “let’s go to the bed so I can appreciate the hell out of you.”
Quickly, he bends down and lifts me into his arms. His lips are on mine a second later, hot, bruising, and branding, as he walks blindly into my bedroom. His tongue is fierce as it probes my mouth, claiming me.
The bed is soft beneath me, but there’s a hardness to his voice when he speaks. “Get on your knees with your legs spread.” Doing as I’m told, I kneel on my bed, my legs spread shoulder width apart, and my heart beating a furious song in my chest. It’s exhilarating. Freeing.
I watch as he stands beside the bed, slowly removing his black leather belt. My pussy quivers at the thought of him using it on me. He doesn’t though, and drops the belt to the floor. Slowly, he removes his work boots and tosses them off to the side, before ripping off his t-shirt and unbuckling his jeans. My eyes are glued to his fingers as he slides the zipper down, the bite of the teeth echoing in the room. He’s seducing me merely by undressing.
His jeans are left hanging open as he approaches. “I haven’t even gotten a look at the back,” he says, walking around to the side of my bed. His appreciative groan tells me all I need to know about my purchase.
Yeah, well worth the ninety dollars.
I startle when his hands touch my bare ass. He grips my cheeks firmly, but not enough to hurt. In fact, his possessive hold does the opposite: it excites me. When I feel the light slap on my right butt cheek, I moan.
“You like that?” he asks, crawling onto the bed with me and wrapping his body around my back. “You like to be spanked?”
“Apparently,” I say, breathlessly.
“Mmmm,” he mumbles, running his nose around my shoulder and inhaling sharply. “I’ll have to remember that.”
Linkin grips my hips. “Lean forward and place your hands on the bed.”
I get on all fours and wait for whatever he has planned next. I don’t have to wait long before his big hands run from the backs of my thighs, up and grip my ass once again. “Seeing your ass all rosy is making me hard as fuckin’ concrete,” he groans, kneading the globes of my ass with his warm hands.
Groaning, I push back into his hold and I find myself on the verge of begging. Begging for him to touch me, take me. I’ve never felt this wild, this out of control, as I do right now, right here with him.
“I need to taste you,” he says before squatting behind me. His big finger grabs the string of my thong, brushing against my swollen, soaked center as he does. Again, I’m unable to control the moan of pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” he says, sliding his fingers between my folds. “So fucking wet for me. Do you want me to taste you, Lexi? Do you want me to lick your sweet pussy?”
