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I shut the door as he lifts my dress, more out of shame than a fear of being exposed to anyone. I just couldn’t live with myself if someone knew that I let a total stranger do this to me. It’s a guilty pleasure that I’m barely able to allow myself to have.
“Mm, very cute,” Jasha says as he runs the tips of his fingers over the cartoon apple printed on the front of my panties.
I feel like I need to explain myself. “I-I usually wear lace.”
“Of course you do,” he says, his words drenched in a patronizing glaze. “If you’re embarrassed by these, maybe we should just take them off.”
“I… I don’t know,” I say, even as I slip my thumbs into the waistband to help him pull them down.
“I think you do know,” he says, his breath hot against my exposed pussy. “But don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about this.”
I tilt my head back, bracing myself against the door as his lips make contact with pussy. They’re hot, burning delicious pleasure into my pelvis as he creates a suction over my clitoris. Jasha immediately finds a rhythm, bringing me up to the brink of ecstasy faster than my fingers ever could.
I don’t want it to be over so quickly, and yet the pleasure is impossible to deny. It floods through my body like a dam breaking over a city, annihilating any hope of recovering my dignity. Jasha has won, and he barely even had to try.
He looks up at me as I climax in my mouth, his eyes bright with the wicked realization that he owns my body. I’ve already bent to his will, and it’s obvious that making me cum wasn’t his only intention when he came knocking on my door.
He wants more, and he’s going to have it.
But he’s doesn’t rush. A man like him doesn’t have to. He waits until he’s milked every smidgeon of pleasure from my body before he pulls his mouth away from my swollen flesh, licking his lips like he’s ready for dessert.
My breathing is heavy, the elevated levels of oxygen in my brain giving me a natural high that causes my fingers to tingle. Jasha stands up in front of me, his expression transforming into a powerful focus as he leans in to kiss me.
I taste myself on his lips, but there’s more to it than that. His flavor is particularly animalistic, primal in the way that makes my blood run cold and burning hot at the same time. My heart picks up its pace again, and I find myself thrilled at the thought of experiencing more of him.
Without a word, he takes my hand, his long fingers wrapping around mine in a firm but gentle grip. He leads me to the bedroom, closing the door hard behind him and grabbing me by the waist.
“On the bed, now,” he growls, pushing me toward the bed. My knees hit the mattress, and I fall forward, bent over it at the waist.
Blood rushes to my head as I hear the metallic jingle of his belt behind me. Oh god, he’s actually doing this.I’mdoing this.
Do we have time for a condom?
No.
Do I even care?
Also no.
“Spread those pretty legs,” Jasha commands, slapping the insides of my thighs with his hand until I spread them wide enough for his satisfaction.
I feel so exposed, shamefully so, but it does something to me. Something in my heart burns with newfound joy at being able to experience this. It might be wrong, but it feels so fucking divine.
Jasha lifts up my dress, and I feel the air move over my bare ass. I try to keep my legs from trembling as I lean further into the bed, taking most of the tension of my muscles in hopes that I might find a way to relax.
“Pretty and pink, just for me,” Jasha purrs.
God, if he keeps talking like that, I’m going to orgasm again without him even having to touch me.
I jump when his cock slaps against my ass without warning. It’s hot and thick, much bigger than I pictured it in my head, even though I should’ve known better. This man isn’t all bark and no bite. He really knows how to sink his teeth in, and he has the anatomy to back it up.
“There you go, pretty girl, just relax.” He places his hand on my lower back, pressing me softly into the edge of the bed. With his other hand, he grabs my left cheek and pulls it to the side.
At this point, I’m feeling so exposed that I want to die from embarrassment. I’ve never had a man look at me like this before, with the light on and my panties on the floor in another room. I don’t even know why I’m letting Jasha do it. He just… does it, and I don’t feel inclined to tell him not to.
His hand travels down quickly, finding the wetness between my legs and pushing two fingers into my hole. He wiggles them around, a deep hum reverberating through his chest.
I want his cock inside of me, but he wants to prepare me for it first.
