Is this going to help? If I know for sure he'll just fuck any woman?
Yes, it will. My hand won't tremble on the trigger when Idoaim for his heart.
"Little lamb, little lamb, out with the wolves," he says, his lips brushing against mine but not quite.
"Kneel," he commands, and I frown, looking questioningly at him.
"Kneel. You wanted to be fucked by a stranger, and you will. But we do it my way."
He pushes my shoulders until I find myself on my knees in front of him, peering up at him from below.
His hand cups my jaw, his finger stroking my jawline.
"You want to play in the dark, little lamb, don't you?" he asks, his words not making much sense.
His hands leave my face as he undoes his pants, taking his hard cock out and stroking it in front of me.
God, am I really doing this?
I scramble back, suddenly disgusted with myself for even contemplating this madness, let alone letting it get this far.
But his hand is back on my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"Aw, giving up already?" he mocks, but the tone he's using does the opposite—it makes me want to prove him wrong.
I snatch my face out of his hands and move on my knees until I'm at eye level with his cock.
We've never done this before.
He's never let me give him a blowjob before, and not for lack of trying. He'd always distract me by going down on me or just fucking my brains out.
The fact that he's doing it with another woman only makes the chasm in my chest fissure even further.
Taking his cock in my hand, I dip my head, brushing my lips against him, my tongue stroking the underside.
He hisses, pushing at my hair.
"Yes, little lamb, suck that cock real nice," he groans when I open my mouth to take more of him inside.
But this is oh-so-very wrong because not only is his dick in my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat, but I also feel myself growing wet when I should be anything but.
Using my hands, I stroke him up and down as I suck on the head, my lips wrapping around his girth, my tongue lapping at him.
"Fuck!" he curses, and his hand goes to the back of my head, pushing me toward him until his cock makes me gag.
"I'm going to come, little lamb, and I want you to swallow every last drop. Think you can do that for me?" he asks, his thumb stroking my cheek affectionately.
I nod, and before I know it, spurts of his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallow it all down and find him staring at me, still tenderly massaging my cheek.
"Fuck if you're not every man's wet dream," he groans, and his words are like a cold shower, dispelling the spell I found myself under and waking me up to the sobering reality—he's being more gentle to a stranger than he's ever been with me.
His cock still pulsating in my mouth, a sudden thought enters my mind.
I should bite down. Make sure he'll never stick it in anyone else.
Looking up seductively at him through my lashes, I take advantage of his post-orgasmic haze to wrap my mouth around the shaft and take him deeper before clamping down with my teeth.
Take that, you adulterous son of a bitch!
