places her lips against my ear and whispers, “Fuck the rules,” well, I pretty much lose all ability to think rationally. That’s the only logical explanation as to why I reach down and grab her hips, lifting her small body and carrying her to my bedroom.
Her hands dive into my hair, and for the first time in forever, I’m a little glad to have missed my last haircut. She tugs, pain shooting down my neck and spine and landing in my groin. That little burst of discomfort only seems to fuel the craving I feel right now. That deep down yearning for something I shouldn’t want, yet can’t seem to stop myself from caring.
When I step inside my room, I head immediately to my bed. Freedom’s legs slip out from under the skirt as she brings them up and hooks them over my hips. Setting her down on the duvet, my mouth finds hers once more, my tongue dipping into her mouth and tasting.
Her hands are clawing at my shirt, pulling at my tie and grasping at the buttons. “Take this off. Now.”
I quickly stand up and start to unbutton my shirt. Freedom crouches on the bed and carefully removes my cuff links, tossing them onto my nightstand. “Be careful. Those are antique.”
She rolls her eyes and I swear I can feel it all the way down to my balls. “Oh, they’re fine, Sammy. But you won’t be if you don’t get this shirt off immediately.” Freedom practically grabs the material and pulls it apart, pawing it as if it wasn’t custom tailored to fit. I’m able to save the buttons by getting them released right away as she loosens my necktie. “I like this,” she whispers as she smooths the black and gold silk.
“I like this, but it needs to go,” I tell her boldly as I reach for her top. She instantly stops and extends her arms over her head, waiting for me to remove it. My fingers graze against warm, soft skin as I lift. My mouth waters as I expose her small breasts, the ones I’ve held in my hands before, yet barely remember.
But I’ll remember tonight.
Even though we should stop, even though I should send her to her own bedroom and forget about this crazy lust consuming me, I don’t. I can’t. The need for her is too great to fight.
So I don’t.
The moment her top is gone, my hands are on her breasts, palming them and pinching her nipples. She mewls, her head falling back in ecstasy. When she looks back up at me, her eyes are blazing as she leans into my touch just a bit. Something almost animalistic sweeps through me, and I know I need more. Picking her up, her body pressed against mine, I lay her back down on the bed and start to lift her skirt. My cock aches in my trousers, but I ignore my own lust, needing more of her.
Bright orange panties with a black lace trim peek from under the skirt, and my mouth starts to water once more. I glance up, seeking permission to remove those delicate panties. Freedom lifts her hips and shimmies as I slide them down her legs. She’s completely bare. Not a speck of hair anywhere, and I swear every ounce of blood my body possesses goes straight to my groin. It’s painful how badly I want her.
But I continue to ignore my own desire, needing to taste her. I spread her legs and slide between her thighs. The first swipe of my tongue is like touching an electric fence. It’s a jolt that stings and is something I won’t ever forget. The sound of her moans of pleasure spurs me on as I lick and suck on her sweet flesh. Freedom spreads her legs even farther, giving me full access to her most intimate places.
Using a single finger, I tease her entrance, coating my finger in her wetness before sliding it inside. I can feel the tightness of her muscles contracting around me, which only makes me suck on her clit that much harder. She hollers my name, wiggling her hips and riding my finger and mouth in a frenzy as she barrels headfirst toward release. I can tell she’s getting close, so I slip a second finger inside her just to help her along.
Her orgasm slams into her hard, as she bellows my name over and over again. Her hips rock against my face as she takes everything she