of taking it off altogether makes everything more erotic. More illicit. More of a rule-breaking kind of thing.
Like I’m not supposed to do it. I shouldn’t want to show him that place between my thighs but I’m doing it anyway. I’m giving him a quick peek of what lies under my skirt because he makes me so horny and I can’t stop myself.
He clamps his jaw, his eyes glittering. “Do it then. Be my bad girl. Flash me that pussy and make me go crazy for it.”
If you got any more perfect for me, I’d lose my mind…
With his wonderful words echoing in my love-filled heart, I lift the fabric.
It goes up and up my trembling thighs, until it reaches my hips where I hold it. I move them, my hips, shifting on my knees, and at last, showing him the secret part of me.
I’ve got no panties on and he can see it all.
He can see the shape and the make of my core, all wet and naked for him. And he makes a sound.
He even jerks slightly at the sight of it.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he says, “She’s bare.”
I move again, undulating my hips, watching my sun turn dark and darker in front of my eyes. “I-I like how it feels.”
I do. So I shave it and keep it all smooth and bare.
He looks me in the eyes then. “Free, yeah?”
My fists tremble, holding the skirt up. “Yeah.”
He exhales a harsh breath at my answer before reaching back and snagging his t-shirt, pulling it up and off his body. His silver chain swings and comes to land between his muscular pecs with a slight thump.
God, he’s so sexy. So fucking masculine and athletic.
I don’t know where to look first.
I start at his collar bones, so beautiful and jutting, giving way to his tightly arched chest. The harsh planes dip down to build a corrugated stomach.
All tanned and smooth. So sleek and powerful.
Body of a sun-struck god.
I wanna go down further. I wanna follow the V of his pelvis and look at the bulge in his jeans but as soon as my eyes hit his belly button, he’s upon me.
One of his knees is on the bed and his hand has clasped the back of my neck, making me look up and into his eyes.
“I was going to go easy on you,” he tells me, his fingers squeezing my neck. “Because this is your first time. But you flashed me this cunt.” His other hand comes to grab it and I jerk at the first contact of his fingers with my most intimate flesh.
With my most intimate and horny flesh.
“And I thought I could handle it. I thought I could handle looking at your pussy that pouts for me but I was wrong. I can’t.” He squeezes my neck again as he dips his finger in the center of my slit, making me bite back a moan. “I can’t handle how ripe this feels.” He stops at ‘this’ and slathers his palm with my wetness. “You feel that? You feel how juicy you are, Salem? So fucking hot and swollen, ready for me to take a bite.” He bares his teeth at that and his thumb hits my clit as if pointing out where he’ll bite me.
“And I’m going to, you understand? I’m going to eat that peach between your legs in a second. But I want you to know that I’m not myself. I’m not… sane. I need you to know that. I need you to know that I was going to go easy but I can’t now. Now,” he says, clenching his teeth, “I’m going to destroy your pussy. I’m going to fucking trash it and hurt her so good and in so many ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. So if you want to back out, this is your last chance.”
Is he crazy?
I’m not backing out. There’s no way that I’ll ever back out. In fact, I let go of my skirt and grab his naked shoulders, feminine pride bursting in me.
So, so much pride and love and lust.
“I don’t wanna. Just…” I whisper.
“What?”
“Will you kiss me when you hurt my pussy?”
He grinds his jaw in response before he captures my mouth.
That’s when I lose myself too. That’s when I become insane like him.
That’s when I lose my heart and my soul and I become his fuck doll.
So when he breaks off the kiss to take off my t-shirt,