Luca
God damn, who knew they made women as hot as her?
Pale curves lit by the white moonlight coming in through my window. That smile, the challenge in her voice as she dares me to do my worst.
I should’ve been going to hardware stores instead of strip clubs.
She’s not my type, I’m not into good girls and I know I’m no good for her, but I can’t resist her.
I’m rock hard, fucking painfully hard, and her shirt’s barely off.
Fuck it, I’ve even got nerves, too.
Butterflies zipping around in my stomach and my senses going haywire, everything feeling like it’s electrified and the littlest touches sending shivers up and down my body.
It’s like I’m a teenager again, about to have my first fuck.
“Go ahead, convince me,” she says and I about shoot right there.
“Yes, boss,” I say.
I take her by the wrists, holding her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed.
My lips lock to hers.
She’s soft and smells like sweetness and spices. It’s heady, intoxicating.
I shift my grip, holding both her hands with one of mine, while my other slides down the bed, down her back, to the clasp of her bra.
She struggles a little bit and that just makes it hotter.
One flick of my wrists and her bra is open.
She moans and grinds her hips against my cock. I can feel the heat of her sex even through her pants and I grit my teeth to keep from busting.
I sit up and take off my own shirt and Stephanie rises up, running her hands over my chest.
I give her a second, I savor her touch, before I take hold of her wrists again and pin them back behind her head.
“Stay down,” I order her.
Her eyes flash and her mouth opens to say something and I shut her up by kissing her again.
I keep her pinned and run my free hand down her body. Smooth, soft, scorching-hot, I take my time, grazing the edges of her breasts, down her ribs, tucking my fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans.
I slide them across her hips, twisting my wrist, caressing the mound of her sex through her jeans. A soft moan escapes her lips at my touch and I pull my hand back, just enough to undo her jeans.
Sitting back up, I take hold of her pants and start to pull. Again, she sits up and tries to help. Again, I take her wrists and pin them back above her head.
“You really are a poor listener, aren’t you?”
“I’m your boss. I don’t need to listen,” she shoots back.
“I guess I’ll just have to make you,” I say, letting go of her just long enough to pull my belt off with a flourish.
“What are you going to do with that?” she says, eyes daring me, taunting me.
I smile at her and rest my belt on my shoulder while I rip her jeans off. “You’ll see.”
Those words practically die on my lips as I get a good look at all of her. Thin black panties, smooth legs, hips slowly moving, grinding against me.
She’s a fucking knockout.
I bend down, kissing her through her panties.
They’re soaked.
Fuck, just the scent of her is almost too much.
I want to fuck her senseless right now.
I want to pull those panties aside and fuck her until she collapses. I want to hear her scream and moan and beg for me to cum.
She shivers at my touch; she’s wet and I pause, savoring the sensation of her — her smell, her taste — before I straighten up.
“Roll over.”
She blinks, but doesn’t move fast enough for my liking. I take her by the hips, flip her over and pull her hands behind her back so I can tie them up with my belt.
She’s bound. Helpless. Mine.
I crack her hard, turning her pale round ass a perfect shade of pink.
She yelps and squirms.
Watching her body move is fucking incredible.
“Is this how you negotiate?” she says.
I grin at her. “When the situation calls for it.”
I crack her on the ass again and her whole body goes stiff, her ass flexing and somehow looking even hotter.
“Then remind me to get in more arguments with you,” she says, breathless, panting.
I crack her again and she buries her face in one of my pillows to muffle her yelping screams of pleasure.
Then she gives me this look over her shoulder that says give me more.
This one’s a fighter, even if she won’t admit it to her self.
I give her what she wants. What I want. Over and over. And by the time I’m done with her, her ass is glowing bright pink with my hand print and I am ready to pop from having this gorgeous ass just presented to me.
She must read my mind, because she’s looking at me with light in her eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks and her voice is hoarse from yelling. “You know you want it.”
Shaking my head, I smile. “Just admiring the view, bella.”
I’m through spanking her.
Taking my time, I grab her panties and peel them off her slowly, like I’m unwrapping a beautiful fucking gift. I toss her soaking wet panties to the side and they land in a delicate pile on my floor next to her other clothes.
“You know, I’m still not convinced,” that hoarse voice of hers eggs me on.
That might be true, but I know she’s close.
She shivers as I kiss her pussy from behind. One slow, gentle kiss and she’s grinding her hips against my face.
Fuck, I’m in heaven.
Grinning, I sit back up, turn her over.
Eyes shining, huge smile on her face, she’s got a look that just dares me to push her as hard as I can.
I’m going to make her cum like she’s never cum before.
My lips trail kisses up her thighs.
I take my time, licking, kissing, tasting every inch of her. Until I’m hovering just above her pussy.
She’s moving beneath me, hips raised upward, just begging for it.
But I keep my distance.
She’ll be screaming for it before I’m through with her.
I kiss her once. Long, slow, my tongue languidly exploring around the edges of her pussy, brushing the edges of her labia.
She moans, she shifts.
She wants it, but I hold her by the hips, pushing her back flat against the bed.
Then I pause.
I wait.
Her eyes flash open to look at me like ‘what the hell are you waiting for’.
I smile back at her. “How about that raise?”
“You keep going or I’ll fire your ass,” she shoots back.
Kneeling down, I kiss her again. My lips surround her clit, sucking lightly, coaxing it gently before I move further down to stroke and explore her pussy.
I tease, I tempt, I torture.
Every time I get a rhythm started, every time her hips start to move in time with my lips, I slow down and I pin her hips to the ground and I stop until she gives me this frustrated look that screams ‘fuck you’.
This fire in her is irresistible.
“I’m definitely going to fire you if — “she starts to say, around the fifth time I tease her.
This time, I shut her up.
Chuckling, I wrap my lips gently around her clit and I caress it, I suck it, a slow, steady rhythm that turns her protests into a pleasured moan.
I keep going.
Tongue and lips, sucking, kissing, caressing, tasting. I want every part of her to drown in pleasure.
My eyes wander up her body while I explore her.
She’s beyond gorgeous.
She’s got her eyes shut, back arched, her nipples erect and mouth open.
She’s a goddess.
And I’m going to make her come.
I can feel the tension building inside her; thighs tightening their grip around my face, hips moving with more urgency, moans becoming more breathless.
She needs this.
I want this.
“Don’t stop,” she urges me.
I don’t plan on it. I’m in heaven.
I pause again, and, just as she’s about to look at me again like ‘what the fucking hell are you doing’, I slide one finger into my mouth, wetting it. Then I slide it into her.
I crook it just so.
It hits that spot inside her and the gasp that bursts from her lips is delicious.
I’m focused on her. Just her. And it is incredible.
“So, boss, are you convinced?” I ask, before putting my lips back on her sex.
“Keep going. Don’t stop. Please,” she practically shouts.
I chuckle, and part of me wants to tease her some more, but it’s like she reads my mind and she clamps her legs so tight around my face I feel my jaw pop.
“Don’t even think about stopping,” she repeats.
“Yes, boss,” I murmur, my face full of her.
Licking, sucking, stroking, I pull her closer to climax. I listen to her breathing and her body. I want this to be perfect for her.
She curls up tight, her whole body flexing and tightening as she reaches her peak.
I watch, eyes on hers, as she unfurls, groaning as tremors shake her. Seconds pass and the shaking subsides and her thighs release my face.
I kiss her once more between the legs, smiling as she shivers at the touch.
She’s beautiful in a way that’s unlike any other woman I’ve ever been with.
“Convinced?” I say, blasting a grin so wide my cheeks hurt.
She sits up. Goosebumps cover her chest and her pupils are wide and bright.
Her tongue darts out for a second, tracing a line around her lips.
“That’s a good start,” she says between breaths. “But we’re not done yet.”