in the shitty lighting of the hallway I can see his pupils dilate. “If you want me to throw you around, Angel, you only have to ask.”
I take another step backwards, farther into his room, and even though I’m still fucking scared, he’s already proved to me that he’ll stop if I want him to.
Maybe this time I won’t want him to.
He watches me, his eyelids dropping down low and his eyes smoldering. I don’t know how to tell him that I want him but, I mean, I’m a stripper right?
I drop my bag to the ground and pull his shirt over my head, dropping it and watching his eyes flare wide.
He’s seen it all before, they all have, but he stares at me like this is uncharted territory he’s fucking dying to explore. I get my denim shorts down my legs before he moves, stalking into the room and slamming the door shut behind him.
I hope it has an auto-lock or something, because Tomi doesn’t stop, he just charges up to me and pulls me into his arms, his hands going straight to my ass, grabbing it so hard I’m definitely going to have bruises.
When he kisses me it feels like a punishment to us both, bruising and hard and all-consuming until I’m fucking shaking with need.
One of his hands slips around my body to dip into my panties, finding my pussy wet and when a stuttering gasp rips out of my throat he breaks away from the kiss.
“No more fucking flinching,” he snarls, and I pull his head down so I can kiss him. His lips are like a fucking drug, numbing me out until I’m not just okay with his hands on my skin, I fucking crave it.
Even when he pushes two fingers inside me, I can’t think about the fear still creeping into my mind, all I know is the feel of his tongue stroking mine and the hand on my ass kneading my curves like he wants to take a fucking bite out of me.
His fingers work me over, his thumb pressing down on my clit in maddening circles until I’m gasping and clenching around him, my legs like jelly and only my arms around his neck keeping me standing.
He moves his hand away and my pussy clenches at the loss of him. “Get on the bed, I want to taste you.”
I turn around in his arms, gasping when he slaps the bare part of my ass peeking out of the thong. His bed is unmade, piles of shit everywhere in the room like he really is some outlaw too fucking cool to clean up after himself.
When I lay back on the black sheets I can smell him there, no perfume thank God. He strips down until he’s naked, his cock already hard and straining against his belly. I have to calm my breathing down a little but… I also really want him to fuck my throat.
I never feel more powerful than when he’s grunting and pumping his hips as he fucks my face.
I try to sit up but he presses me back down onto the bed with a palm to my chest as he crawls over me.
I don’t understand how that makes my pussy get even wetter but nothing about tonight makes any sense.
“Stay fucking still. When I want you taking care of me, I’ll tell you.”
I throw an arm over my eyes, just like last time, and wait for him to eat me out. I haven’t let myself think about last time, not the parts where it was so fucking good before my trauma ruined it, but now thinking back… Jesus, the man can really use that tongue of his.
“Angel, get your fucking arm away from your face. Eyes on me.”
I take a deep breath and meet his eyes, my heart stuttering in my chest.
He doesn’t even bother taking my panties off, just moves them to the side and holds my eye contact as he falls onto my pussy, licking and sucking, grabbing my hips to drag me closer and closer to his lips and tongue. It feels a little like worship, like he’s been craving the taste of me just as bad as I’ve wanted his touch.
Why didn’t I do this before?
Why did I flinch away from him?
I come twice more before he finally moves away, my pussy so fucking wet that his face is dripping and he climbs back up my body to kiss me and share the taste between us.