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"Good girl," he says, chuckling softly as he worked his way back down my neck. "I'll do you so hard you’ll have to cancel any plans for tomorrow."
Instead of being scared, I’m tingling, throbbing, aching for something I’ve never experienced. I’ve literally never pictured how this moment was going to happen, but now that it’s here, I want it. Desperately. It’s something I’ve never really thought was possible before.
And in a minute, I'm going to get it.
Happy graduation to me.
2
CHLOE
In the elevator, he doesn’t reach for me. Instead, he leans back against one wall and watches me appraisingly. I feel like I’m being inspected. To be fair, I’m doing the same to him. As we make our way to his room, I can't help but stare at him. He’s got to be in his late forties or early fifties. Or maybe younger? I can't tell.
"Staring won't get you answers to your questions, but you’re free to look. I don't charge."
"Excuse me?" I ask, jolted from my thoughts.
"You’ve been staring at me. You look like you have questions."
"Right back at you", I say, trying to sound on top of things.
He ignores my reply. Instead, he gives me a knowing look.
"What do you want to know about me? My name? My age?"
"Should those things matter?" I ask, working overtime to keep my voice steady.
"Not to me."
The elevator stops and he gestures for me to go ahead of him, keeping his hand against the small of my back. The dress is so low-cut that I can feel his first two fingers brushing my skin. Heguides me to a door and withdraws a keycard from his pocket. I halt right outside the door, closing the gap between us.
"You’re free to change your mind," he says in a low, serious voice. "I won’t hold it against you."
"Maybe I want you against me," I say with a playful smile, stepping back to look up at him.
I don't know what I expected his reaction to be, but it certainly wasn’t the low snarl of a hungry lion. He laughs and pins me back with a look that makes my stomach contract and my heart throb in my throat.
Before I can ask him why he’s laughing, he skillfully maneuvers around me, pressing me against the door. A sinister smile plays on his lips that has my toes curling and my breath completely chopped, leaving me gasping for air.
For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he towers over me, his chest pressed to mine. His hand slips down and cups my needy center once more, his thumb brushing over my most sensitive spot. I gasp just as he opens the door and pushes me inside, cradling me in one arm against the back of the closed door.
"You’re dripping for me, just the way I want."
I can’t say anything as he goes to work on my pussy in the most pleasurable way ever. I’ve touched myself countless times, but nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
"Lucky you, don't you…" I don't even get to finish my sentence before he slips his finger inside me. I rise on tiptoe, trying to stifle a very undignified moan. My stomach tightens as pleasure takes over my body.
"You were saying?" he rasps, driving his finger deeper before pulling it out and thrusting it right back.
I don't reply.
Nope, I can't think.
I lunge forward, finding respite from trying to stand by letting my forehead rest in the crook of his neck.
"I want to hear your beautiful voice, don't hide it from me."
Hear me? Hear me what, lose my mind? I want to say something to that but I don't have a comeback. I can't bring my brain to think and even if that should work, the only thing my mouth can do right now is to gasp for air.
