She was wearing a pair of black linen shorts and a simple white T-shirt. She didn’t want to be overdressed. Or underdressed.
“Or should I wear a dress? Am I underdressed? I am, aren’t I?” she said.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger and then pointed at the floor in front of him.
He must want a better look. She walked over and stood between his spread legs. He grasped hold of her hips and massaged them lightly before moving his hands lower.
“You’re beautiful in whatever you wear,” he told her.
“I just want to look right.”
“Hmm, then maybe we should put some color in your cheeks,” he told her.
“Oh no, I need more makeup?”
“No. I was thinking of something else.” He lifted her onto his lap suddenly, pressing her against his pants.
She could feel his arousal and found herself smiling as she ground herself against it. She had never thought she’d be this . . . free with her arousal, her need.
They’d done this to her.
And she was completely on board.
He lifted her over until she sat on one thick thigh. “Ride me, Butterfly. Good girl. Get yourself there.”
She rocked herself back and forth. The pressure on her clit grew.
“That’s it, Butterfly. You look so beautiful like this.” He cupped her breast, squeezing it. Then he lightly pinched her nipple through her T-shirt and bra.
“I’m guessing you like my jean shorts?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, I like them. But I like what’s underneath them more.” He stood suddenly and then laid her down on the table with her legs hanging off the end. Then he quickly stripped off her shorts and panties.
“We have to leave soon,” she warned.
“I know. That’s why this is going to have to be quick.” He grabbed her legs and pushed them back against her body. “So you need to do as you’re told.”
She was about to tell him what she thought of that but his tongue slid through her lower lips. He flicked her clit, driving her up. There was no real warm-up. This was pure demand.
That she get there as quickly as him.
But she’d already been close just from sitting on his thigh so it didn’t take much until she was at the edge. He drew backand grabbed a condom from his pocket. Then he stripped off his pants and boxers before pausing.
“Am I scaring you?”
Her eyes widened. “No. Of course not.”
“Are you sure? I’m not being too intense?”
“Kellan, no. I want you. All of you. There is no part of you that is too much for me.”
He rolled on his condom and leaned over her. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of his firm cock and guided him into her.
“I never thought I could have something as wonderful as you. Never thought I deserved it.”
“You do,” she said, her voice hoarse with sadness. “You deserve to be happy.”
“My own father hated me. I never understood why. I think I was smaller than my brothers, a bit strange, I was always in my own head and didn’t let much show. He hated that. He wanted a reaction.”
