“Good.” He didn’t come to me immediately, but instead allowed his eyes to travel my body. When he finally moved, goosebumps gathered over my body. Then he stepped in front of me, licking his lips.
“The first time I saw you, you had on those thick ass glasses, a powder blue button up, and a gray pinstripe skirt. Shit hugged your frame so nice I wanted to see what was under it. Now I seeand I’m mad as hell it’s taken me this fucking long to see it…to see you.”
I didn’t know what to say or do, so I stood there almost in a trance, watching him come toward me. He stopped a centimeter away before reaching out and touching me like I’d disappear. Before I knew it, my nipple was trapped between his index finger and thumb in a way that had my other nipple jealous that it wasn’t also being tastily simulated by him.
My eyes dropped to see where he was touching me, but before I could focus on the moment, he spoke.
“Don’t look down at what I’m doing. Look me in my eyes, Amaris.”
My eyes jumped back up to him. I could’ve sworn I saw amusement there. He was teasing me and he knew it. Then he dropped my nipple and stepped back.
I whined, but of course I didn’t mean to. The separation was bothersome, making the puddle between my legs even wetter. I just knew my shit was about to be leaking down my thigh in a few.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
Stepping out of the pool of my clothing, I did as asked, kicking them to the side in the process.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, summoning a grin to my face.
“Mhmm.”
“What I say about your words, sweetheart?”
“Yes, it’s sopping.”
“Good. Bend over and let me see it.” The authority in his tone couldn’t be missed.
I bent over onto the bed. Not instantly, but soon after, I felt his cold hand between my legs, playing in my wetness.
“Damn, you were right. This shit is begging me.”
“Mhmm,” I moaned, digging my teeth into my bottom lip and closing my eyes in pure euphoria. His touch was rupturing. He pushed against my nub with his index and middle fingers, then massaged it, repeating the same tortuous routine several times.
Then with a quickness, he snatched his fingers from between my legs and slapped his whole hand across my bare ass.
I yelped, the stinging sensation sending a jolt down my spine and euphoria through my body. Then another one and another before his finger was back between my legs and he stood directly behind me.
“You want me to fuck you, Amaris?” he asked, tone all guttural and serious.
“Mh—yes.” The last thing I needed was to be wasting time hearing him tell me to use my words.Good girl.
“You sure? You don’t sound too convincing.” He pulled back and stopped touching me altogether.
My brain was about to explode, the entire fucking world was shattering in this room. “I do," I whined like a bitch before I stood straight and turned around.
“Did I tell you to turn around?” Authority rested heavy in his voice, like he was about to make my ass pay for turning around.
“No.” I attempted to turn back around, but he held me in place and pushed me back onto the bed.
“Nah, you turned around now. Open your fucking legs.”
My legs were wide open and in the air the moment he said open, like that was the magic word. Everything on my body within reason opened, including my mouth.
“You need to be fucked like a slut.”
I was completely caught off guard but immediately turned on by the way he told me instead of asking. Immediately the song where the girl kept repeating the words “slut me out” came to mind.
He grinned. My lack of response apparently brought him amusement. “You know you do.”
