“No.” I have half my face free. I start the other half with a new wipe.
“You’ve heard this before, but it’s true. Confidence is the sexiest thing for you to wear. The rest is secondary.”
The more makeup I remove, the better I feel. All of this stuff is not for me. The more I feel like myself, the better I notice things like Jason’s erection pressing against my back. Heat pools in my lower belly.
“If you didn’t like the makeup, then why are you hard?”
“You looked beautiful. It’s just, I know it’s not you, or what you want long term. If a man ever tries to change you, and how you look to suit his tastes, run because he doesn’t know you.” His hand digs into my hip. “To answer your question, seeing you makes my dick hard. Seeing you in a snug, little dress that’s very easy access…” he trails off.
I shudder when both of his hands grip my breasts over the lightweight material.
“These are perfect,” he admits with a squeeze. “And, I know how good they taste.”
His hands move down my torso, hips, and to the hem of my dress. Our breathing is the only sound in the room. My concentration on removing the rest of the makeup is waning. Jason tugs at the hem of my dress.
“Jason,” I sigh.
“My vote? Return everything else and keep this fucking dress,” he growls.
“Return everything? Including the lacy thong underneath?”
I find myself pressing my palms flat on my vanity to support myself. Jason has my dress around my waist and is humming his satisfaction as he palms my near-naked ass.
“You can keep these,” he whispers as he plucks the string on my side and let it snap back. “Arch your back more, babe. I want to see you from behind.” I do as I’m told. My center throbs its anticipation. Jason spreads my cheeks to get a better look. I watch him through the mirror as he licks his lips, then his face turns into a predatory smile. “Yes, just like that.”
I gasp. His fingers find my clit through the fabric then run teasingly along my slit. My eyes fall closed. I bite my lip in excitement when I feel him yanking down my underwear. The sound of his zipper coming undone and his jeans dropping follow. I’m so ready, my desire for him coats my inner thighs.
“Open your eyes, Aubree Michelle Baker.” I giggle at him remembering my full name from one of his dinner questions. My gaze reunites with him in the mirror. “Good, I want you to remember which version of you I like fucking.” I shift my focus to my face. It’s almost completely void of makeup, my hair is down, and my glasses are replaced with contacts.
Jason leans, the tip of his dick rubs against an ass cheek as he gathers my hair in one hand and twists it. He pulls my head back by applying some tension to my collected hair.
“Glasses and ponytail included.”
I cry out when Jason enters me roughly without warning.
Why do I like it so much?
He has me filled in ways I’ve never experienced before.
“Stand,” he commands with a tug to my hair. I whimper because standing alters his position and how snug he feels inside. Jason pushes down one spaghetti strap then the other. “Push this down. I want to watch your tits bounce as I fuck you from behind. My walls clench with excitement eliciting a chuckle from Jason. “I love how hungry you are for my dick and dirty words.”
Jason moves a little to ensure I feel him deep inside. His eyes are hooded by the time my breasts are bared. I witness his fingers teasing one then the other.
“They’re perfect. Later, I’ll feast on them until you scream.”
I clench again. “Fuck, Jason…”
He tilts my head back some more, takes a brief, yet rough kiss, then pushes me back to my original position.
“Palms flat, Bree.”
His fingers dig into my naked hips as he slams into me once more, rocking the vanity and my world. I worry about something breaking during the first few strokes, but when he picks up speed, using my hair and his hold on my hip to pull me back to meet his thrusts—impaling me on his hard length—I don’t give a damn what breaks, as long as he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing.
He already has me so close, so high off the way he makes me feel that I find myself chanting his name with each thrust.
“That’s right, you love when I hit your pussy just right,” he growls before he bites my shoulder blade. I whimper as his hand moves to cup my soaked lips as his middle finger flicks my clit. That one flick shoots me out of the stratosphere. “Just remember, natural you got you the best sex of your life.”
Jason continues his punishing pace and my knees weaken from my orgasm. His hands grab my hips and hold me in place.
