He comes up really close behind me, and I can feel his breath on my neck, goosebumps scatter up my arms. He steps forward, and I can feel his erection as it digs into my behind.
“Everything alright here?” he says.
He’s asking for permission to play this game.
I nod.
“Answer the question.”
“Everything is….. perfect.” I breath.
I’m going straight to hell on the ho’ bag express.
I scrunch my eyes shut as I begin to hear my heartbeat, arousal pumps through my blood like warm chocolate.
“I’m going to pat you down now as I search for any concealed weapons. Anything you say, can and will be used against you.”
I smile, damn it, I wish a camera was recording this, Avril will never believe this story in a million years, I can hardly believe it myself.
He runs his big hands over my shoulders and down my arms.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“No.”
“No, sir.” He corrects me.
Excitement rushes over me. “No, sir.”
His hands pat down my arms and around to my breasts, he brushes over my nipples as they harden.
My heart races.
They drop lower, this time, his fingers curl around my waist and he jerks me back onto his body, I’m reminded of who’s in charge. His thick erection digs into my behind and I hold my breath as I wait for his next move.
His teeth graze my ear and tingles run all over.
“You smell fucking good,” he whispers darkly into my ear; his teeth graze my ear again and this time he bites me. Hard enough that I whimper.
Holy…..
My heart hammers in my chest, and I scrunch my eyes shut as I try to control my breathing.
He puts his lips to my ear, “Open your fucking legs,” he growls in a whisper.
I am not this kind of girl, and I don’t even know this man, but there is no way I’m stopping.
My sex tingles at the order, and I widen my legs.
Is this really happening?
He bends and his hands pat all the way to my ankles as I hold my breath, on the way up my legs he slides them up my inner thighs. His thumbs dust my sex through my panties, and I just about convulse.
His lips are at my ear again, “I need to search…. everything.”
His teeth graze my neck, and I almost convulse.
“Say when,” he adds.
