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As my sex begins to swell, I pull myself into him. “That’s it,” he whispers, “Rub that naughty little clit on my cock.”
His words immerse me in pleasure as I drop my head to his shoulder and begin to rub up and down, desperate to pull my panties to the side and insist that he fucks me immediately.
“You like the feel of my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Good. It’s yours to play with whenever you want. No one else gets to touch it until you say so.”
As turned on as his sinful words make me, I can’t help but panic a little.
Until you say so…
How long will that be?
And what if I never want to let go?
I close my eyes tightly, and try to forget about the human I’m getting to know, and focus instead on his strong male body which, despite everything, I feel safe being held by… and which gives me the kind of pleasure I never thought I’d experience again… plus the promise of the elusive orgasm I didn’t think men were capable of giving me…
As I can’t help but rub, a low rasp floats from his lips. “Describe your pussy to me.”
“What?” I whisper, not used to talking so much during sex.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. How does it feel?”
“It’s… wet.”
“What else?”
“It’s aching.”
“What for?”
“You know what for.”
“Say it…”
My head tilts, my lips locating the skin of his muscular neck. I brush them against it, breathing in his scent—sandalwood, citrus and musk. My tongue aches to lick the thick ridges of his neck, to taste only him.
“What for, Indigo?”
“You,” I reply, and he groans his appreciation, his breathing quickening.
“Can I feel?” he asks as my lips hover against his ear.
“Yes,” I reply and in an instant, he shifts to hold my ass up with just one hand, pressing some of my weight into the wall as easily as if I were a bag of air. He slides the other hand up my thigh, lifting my dress until it’s bunched up around my waist before locating the gusset of my panties and pulling it to the side, fast, the movement desperate.
My cheeks flush as he exposes my wet sex while my eyes remain closed as he hisses his arousal as his fingertips enter into contact with the slick outer folders of my pussy. As he explores further, feeling the copious amounts of gloss, he lets out a sinful groan, locating the tight opening.
“You have no idea how many ways I want to defile that naughty… tight… wet pussy of yours. I really hope you know that.”
I moan as he pushes a finger in, just a little, running a tight circle around the entrance. Without a word, he grabs for my panties, pulling them hard until the elastic makes it past one knee. He twists, pushing my leg wide with his thigh until he can yank the elastic past my foot. Shifting weight again, he does the same on the other side, throwing my panties onto a chair nearby.
He presses his erection into my now naked pussy with increasing fervor.
“Your pants,” I mutter with a gasp, knowing they’ll end up covered in my own wetness.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he snarls. “I like your naughty pussy juice on my clothes.”
