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“Come,” Avraam says, holding out his hand.
I look down at it like it’s filled with snakes.
He takes a step closer. “Take my hand.”
Against my better judgment, I place my hand in his. It’s the first time we’ve actually touched, and I feel an immediate magnetic pull from his body. Electricity passes between us, the type that longs for a discharge as strong and sudden as a bolt of lightning.
My entire body buzzes as he leads me out of the room and down the hall. He’s in control now. I’m just following along, completely helpless against whatever he has planned.
I shouldn’t give up control so easily, but it feels like I did that the moment I let him into my house.
He shouldn’t be here, and I shouldn’t be doing this.
But I can’t take anything back. The line has been crossed, and fate is acting accordingly.
“Seems as though my clothesaredry,” Avraam says, smirking at the silent dryer. “Better get changed.”
He lets go of my hand, dropping his towel at his feet before he’s even opening the dryer door. I’m shocked by his nudity, but no less enamored than I was the first time he took his clothes off.
His figure is spectacular, like he was carved from granite by an angel. Every muscle is perfect in size and shape. Every curve is indicative of power and grace. Every inch of flesh is blessed with the warmth and color of a man full of life and energy.
I don’t know who he is or where he came from, but his intentions are clear and I’d be a fool to say no to a body like that. Personalities can be forgiven at the level he’s at. It’d be like fucking a celebrity.
“Get on your knees.” Avraam’s voice is loud and deep, commanding me to my knees without me having to think. My brain switches off and my instincts take over.
This is going to get me in so much trouble, but it’s the kind of trouble that feels too good to stop, like drinking a bottle of wine and chain smoking an entire pack of cigarettes at three in the morning. I’ll regret it in the morning, but in the moment, it makes me feel so alive.
Avraam places his large palm on top of my head, pulling me gently but firmly to his growing erection. My hands find their place on his thick thighs, his skin burning hot and needy in my grip. I can feel his muscles moving beneath my fingers as he pushes his hips forward.
“That’s right, darling. Suck me like a good girl,” he grumbles, pressing the tip of his girthy cock into my lips.
I’m almost reluctant to open my mouth and let him in because of how big he is. I don’t know how I’m going to handle him, but the sweet taste of his precum on my lips has me curious to try more.
His deep moans as I take him a quarter of the way into my mouth is all the confirmation I need to keep going. I wrap my tongue around his shaft, tasting his flesh as it throbs between my lips.
My belly stirs, something writhing inside me like a snake as I act in a manner that’s horribly disjointed from who I really am. I’ve always been so level-headed. How is a stranger able to do this to me? I’ve never had anyone able to bring out this side of me. I barely even fantasize about this kind of thing, much less act on it.
But Avraam isn’t like any other man I’ve met. He’s so perfect that I’m not even sure if he’s real.
“Take your pants off,” he says, pulling out of my mouth and pulling me up to my feet.
I barely have to do anything as he yanks my jeans down, spanking my ass and chuckling. He grabs it in his hands, playing with it as he leans over me. “Look at this. Who told you that you could walk around with something like this?”
“Avraam!” I laugh nervously.
“Oh, pretty girl, you’re not going to get away with having an ass like that. Not on my watch,” he growls, slapping it again, much harder.
My skin burns hot from his punishment, but I’m delighted by the sensation. I want it over and over but I’m too shy to ask.
Avraam guides me to the dryer, pushing me against it and bending me over. “Let’s get those little panties off you,” he growls, slipping his fingers under the waistband and tugging on them. “These are tiny. You really wear shit like this?”
“It’s just a thong,” I reply, my cheeks burning with a defensive heat.
He laughs through his nose. “They look like something a little slut would wear. Thankfully for you, I like sluts.”
Suddenly, he pulls hard, tearing my panties off and flinging them against the opposite wall. The crackle of breaking threads and the burn of fabric against my skin is followed by dead silence and cool air against my nudity. Between my legs, a dull throb grows in intensity.
“Those cheeks look like they need a good spanking,” Avraam growls. “How about that?”
