This girl is a mindfuck. Everything about this feels wrong. She was assaulted yesterday, and now she’s giving ‘fuck me eyes.’
The right answer is easy. No. Get her out of here. Except, I haven’t so much as touched a woman in a year. Life gets busier. Harder. I am pissed just thinking about how I barely get by every goddamn day. I never have time.
Still, there’s no excuse for it. Yet she’s torturing me. She’s just too fucking... there. Too easy. Those pouty lips too sexy. That body begging to be used.
I hesitate. Sorta.
Fuck it.
I cup her jaw and lean down, grazing my lips against hers.
She freezes.
Not a great sign.
Could be letting me lead — a first all day.
I catch her bottom lip between my teeth, a gentle nip before I soften it with a slow kiss. Then another, unhurried and lingering. Our mouths meet more firmly this time, lips pressing, barely parting, the quiet slip of breath and faint wet sounds filling the space between us.
My jaw eases open as restraint fades, and I kiss her deeper, hungrier, like I’ve been starved.
I have.
Her mouth yields, warm and sweet. She tastes like buttered popcorn and something fruity from her lip gloss. Sugar and salt tangled together.
Delicious.
I try not to grunt like an animal as my body comes alive. My skin burns hot and my shaft hardens fast. Her taste, her mouth, her fucking scent. My desire builds and every muscle tenses.
She’s just so soft and fuckable. I fall deeper into the abyss and thread my fingers into her hair, pulling her more firmly against my mouth.
Yet, something’s off.
Her movements are steadily growing unsure, and I wonder if her interest has all been in my head. I slow our kiss, waiting for her to pull away, but she clutches my neck and speeds up.
Okay, okay, she wants this too. Good.
With the green light, I grab her curvy body and in a quick motion, position her straddling my lap. The couch dips beneath our combined weight.
Instantly, the warmth under her dress against my hips is nothing short of glorious. Ineedmore. Every fiber of my being wants to take this woman.
My greedy hands slide under her dress and move up her thighs. I reach her panties and stroke my thumb over the thin cotton, tracing small circles around the nub of her clit.
Her thighs flex, and subtly, her hips rock.
“Like that, baby?” I murmur against her mouth.
“Uh huh,” she whispers, voice shaky.
And damn, if that’s not sexy as hell.
I let my hands grip the top of her round ass. I lift my hips, grinding my aching cock against the middle of her pussy.
She inhales and closes her eyes, taking in the sensation — feeling how badly my body wants her.
I lift again, loving the feel of my erection this close to the heat and softness of her. My length throbs, and damn, I feel her dampness soaking through my athletic shorts, wetting my cock.
“That body’s been wanting this all day, hasn’t it?” I say.
