“My mom would kick my ass if I didn’t keep my place clean.” He turns and sits on the edge of the bed, his charcoal gray slacks and crisp white shirt taunting me with what lies beneath. “But feel free to drop that little skirt and top wherever you like.”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I’ve been dreaming of this moment. I shimmy out of my skirt and immediately pull my blouse overhead, letting it tumble to the floor. Unclasping my bra, I allow it to fall haphazardly onto my other items. As I reach for my heels, his deep throaty command interrupts me.
“Shoes on, cupcake.”
I stand up straight and look over, wondering why he hasn’t unbuttoned his shirt or removed a single item of clothing when I notice him patting his thigh. My nerves dance as I anticipate what’s coming.
“I think there’s the little matter of deceiving me at Pour Decisions we need to contend with.”
I swallow hard, trying to control my response to this. Standing frozen in place, I wait for direction before I get my hopes up.What is wrong with me?The thought I could be in for a spanking makes me want to leap onto his lap like he’s the sexiest Santa on the planet. When you’ve had nothing but vanilla your whole life, just the thought of rocky road has me salivating.
“I need you to bring that sweet little ass over here, cupcake.” He again pats his right thigh, and I make a conscious effort to slowly walk in his direction, trying to appear nervous when I’m practically squealing inside.
As I stand in front of him, I place my fingers in the sides of my panties when he again tuts, “No, ma’am. I’ll do that,” in a deep, demanding tone. Holy crap, I might come before he even gets them off.
I lie down across his lap, my torso stretched across the bed, as I feel his fingers lightly stroking my ass through my silk panties. Oh, the delicious torture. Occasionally, his fingers slide down my already wet center and linger over my backdoor before returning to caressing my backside until I feel him slowly pull my panties down, and I start to quiver. He stops their descent at the top of my thighs, and I think I feel a groan vibrate through him. At this moment, I realize what I thought was his phone in his pocket is something else entirely. He’s hard as hell.
Again he gently caresses my flesh. First one globe of my ass, then the other. It’s like he’s pouring gas on this fire. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
Thwack. The harsh sting causes a warmth that travels straight to my core.Thwack.
“Oh, god,” I squeal. There’s no way I’m going to be able to contain myself. There’s no point in even trying.
Thwack.
I’m actually starting to tremble. This level of arousal is beyond anything I’ve felt before.
Thwack.
His pants will be soaked from where I’m lying over him. My sex is throbbing. I never imagined I could orgasm from something like this, but I’m well on my way.
Abruptly, his hand slides down between my legs, and he moans. I turn my head in time to see him withdrawing his fingers from his mouth. “I knew you’d be the sweetest cupcake I’d ever tasted.”
“Trevor-”
Two muscular fingers thrust inside me just as the sharp sting of his other hand strikes my tender bottom. I clench around him with each whack.
“I can’t wait to sink my cock into this warm, wet pussy.”Thwack. His naughty words push me over the edge. “That’s it,” he says above me as I convulse around his hand. I’ve barely stopped quaking in his lap before he’s readjusting me so I can crawl up onto the bed.
As I come down from the overpowering shaking of my limbs, I sense my pulse pick up as he unbuttons his starched white shirt. Immediately, his muscular pecs and rippled abs covered in dark ink come into view. This man is even more mouth-watering than I pictured in my dreams. He has an almost boyish smile and bright blue eyes. Yet, the dark tattoos and his domineering presence in the bedroom are a stark contrast to the boy next door firefighter everyone else sees.
He slowly unzips his slacks. I’m practically drooling as his pants and boxers glide down his legs. I must’ve been so fixated on his abs I missed him taking off his shoes and socks. But all other inventory of his attire stops when I see his long, thick shaft spring forward.
Hell. Statues should be made of this man.
He climbs onto the bed, fisting his cock as he reaches over to grab a condom wrapper lying beside my foot.Where’d that come from?This man is a magician. He tears open the wrapper with his teeth before rapidly rolling it on, and I instinctively spread my thighs wider. However, he surprises me by dipping his head down between my legs and swiping his tongue through my swollen folds before teasing my bundle of nerves with brisk flicks.
“Trevor, please. I’m going to come again. I want you,” I plead.
He ignores my appeal for mercy and slides two fingers into me as he continues to suck on my clit. I can’t stop wriggling against his face. It feels as if I’m teetering on the edge of sanity.
Unexpectedly, I feel cold air against my heated flesh as he sits up. He crawls over me, still teasing my soaked flesh with his fingers. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Awe,” I croon. “You can be nice.”
Out of the blue, I feel him glide a muscular, wet digit into my ass, just as the tip of his cock nudges into me. “Naughty.” I pant. “And nice.”
He has my legs draped over his chest, his finger in my ass, while inch by inch, I feel him drive that beautiful cock deeper and deeper inside me. The look on his face is pure rapture.
