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He grabbed a handful of my breast, squeezing. My nipples hardened at the rough touch. I automatically arched into his pelvis, rubbing against his erection pressing against the front of his jeans, desperate to relieve the ache quickly building inside of me.
Ansel broke our kiss to whisper in my ear. “Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He took half a step back, just enough to get his hands between us. He flipped up my skirt, turning it inside out as the leather bunched up by my hips. Enough to expose where the bodysuit connected between my legs. Ansel pressed against me once again, as if he couldn’t stand our bodies being apart, trapping his hand between us.
Even wearing heels, I barely reached his collarbone. Ansel’s chest heaved against my head as he dragged his fingers along the wet fabric stretched between my legs. With his chest so close to my face, I could feel his pounding heart quicken.
He groaned and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead into the wall just above my head. “How are you this wet for me, sweetling?” he growled, as if the fact pained him. He stroked between my legs again. I bit down on a moan when his fingers dragged over my clit. He raised his head to stare down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Do you think you’re wet enough to take me?” His voice was soft, filled with so much concern, it tore another piece out of my already breaking heart. This would be so much easier if he were uncaring and cruel.
I lifted my chin to meet his gaze to give him a jerky nod in confirmation. I was ready to take him. It was only a half-truth. I was wet, but enough to take all of him? I guess we would soon find out.
I didn’t want to waste any time by running to the nearest convenience store for lube. Even with that hungry look in his eye and his cock so hard it could take someone’s eye out, I could see Ansel losing his nerve and backing out at the last minute.
His brows pushed together with more concern. “I don’t have a condom,” he said softly.
“I have an IUD,” I breathed, a different kind of desperation rising in my body. Was he already backing out? “And I’m clean, if you’re worried. I get checked regularly. What about you?” I asked, my words coming out in short pants. It was getting harder to speak, let alone breathe. Ansel hadn’t stopped rubbing his fingers between my legs, which was a good sign. Maybe not all was lost.
“I’m clean,” he murmured. “I get checked regularly as well—or did. I haven’t been with another woman in over a year, as you know.” He let out a sigh of relief now that the no condom issue was settled. “I’m glad to hear. Because once I’m inside of you, I don’t think I’ll have the strength to pull out.”
My heart fluttered at his words, the low ache coming from deep within my stomach growing stronger. I couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening. My pussy pulsed and all I could focus on was his hand dragging languid strokes between my folds.
There was a clicking sound as Ansel undid the snaps of my bodysuit, exposing my swollen cunt to cold air. I hissed through my teeth at the sudden sensation. When I had put the bodysuit on this morning, I thought no woman above the age of thirty should be wearing a shirt that connected at the crotch. But now, I realized how brilliant the outfit design really was; no unnecessary tearing, easy access. You didn’t have to worry about looking for your panties on the ground before making a quick escape. Perfect for a one-night stand or a spur-of-the-moment fuck under a bridge.
Ansel removed his hand and took a step back to admire my naked cunt. He made a tsk-ing noise before his eyes moved up my body to meet mine. “That little pussy of yours has gotten you into a lot of trouble now, hasn’t it? Just think, if you had someone fucking you properly, you wouldn’t have wandered into the alley that night.”
“No one has ever fucked me properly,” I said.
He smirked. “Well, you’re in for a real treat. Because fucking properly is the only thing I’m good for.”
It was all too much, too stimulating, and Ansel wasn’t even touching me yet. The fabric of my bodysuit brushed against my hard, sensitive nipples. The fresh air kissed my swollen cunt as my wetness dripped down my leg. Ansel’s gray eyes burned into my skin, now so dilated they looked almost black.
“You promise you’ll be a good girl for me and listen to my orders from now on?” he asked. I resisted the urge to stomp my foot and tell him to stop talking and fuck me already. I couldn’t wait a moment longer.
But I knew Ansel well. He was the orc boss and wanted to be treated as such.
No, he demanded it.
Plus, I enjoyed yielding to him. When Ansel was in control, especially when he was in control of my body, I knew I would be well taken care of.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me, and I’ll be good girl for you. I promise.”
He chuckled as he slowly sauntered towards me, pinning me against the wall again. "If you're not a good girl," he said with a smirk. "You will be when I'm done with you, because I'm gonna fuck all that bad out of you. Now lift your arms for me.”
Lift my arms?But I didn’t waste time asking questions; I knew I was in good hands. I obeyed his orders and lifted my arms. He gripped underneath my arms and lifted me onto the ledge carved into the wall right behind me. It was small, barely enough room for my butt to fit, but it was high enough for Ansel to fuck me standing up without having to bend over too much.
“Lift your butt,” he ordered. I held onto his shoulders as I lifted one leg off the ledge. He grabbed the corner of my skirt and yanked it down, covering my ass so my skin was protected against the cement underneath.
“Comfortable enough?” he asked, meeting my gaze. We were eye level now, and I could stare into his dark eyes without having to crane my neck up.
I nodded, my heart breaking a little more each time he checked in.
“Good. Now scoot closer to the edge; I want to taste you first.”
The gravel crunched underneath his shoes as he knelt in front of me, his head level with my exposed pussy. I watched in awe as Ansel dipped his head between my legs and dragged his long, thick tongue through my folds. I threaded my fingers through his hair as he tasted me. A deep rumbling sound came from his chest, letting me know he was pleased by what he found there.
We may have just been dining at a fancy restaurant, but by the noises he made, I was sweeter than any dessert he could have ordered.
“Ohhhh, Ansel,”I moaned, digging my fingers deeper into his scalp as he punished my clit with his tongue. My breathing hitched, my pelvis bucking forward, as Ansel penetrated me with a finger without warning. I would have fallen off the ledge if Ansel’s broad shoulders weren’t pinning my legs against the wall.
I closed my eyes as Ansel added a second finger and then a third. My pussy warmed and clenched around him as he pushed against my inner walls. He was stretching me, I suddenly realized. He was probably secretly worried about our size differences just as much as I was.
