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His dark eyes glitter as he stares at me with lust, and I whisper, “Thank you for the change of underwear.”
He moves slowly toward me, flicking the lock shut on the door, and as he advances, his gaze of heated lust reveals exactly what will happen next. He says nothing and unbuckles his belt and as his pants follow and drop to the ground, I can’t stop staring at his huge cock that he palms in his hand.
He kicks his pants away and then removes his shirt, holding my attention as his muscles dance to my favorite tune. Lust.
He jerks his head toward the bathroom.
“Wait for me. I won’t be long.”
I watch him go and then lean back against the pillows, loving how sexy this lingerie makes me, knowing that what comes next is all I have thought about since he tied me up last night and invaded my soul.
He doesn’t take long and as he emerges from the bathroom, still dripping water from the shower, my heart races as he stands beside the bed.
“On your knees before me.” He commands, and I love how reckless I am as I scramble to do his bidding.
He grasps the back of my head and pulls my face roughly to his cock and hisses, “Take it.”
With a deep breath, I hold it reverently in my hands and lick the tip, causing him to groan, “Fuck.”
It empowers me, although I am the one on my knees before him and as I cup his balls in the palm of my hand, I slide his shaft into my mouth, loving how smooth it is against my tongue.
He pushes in hard and fists my hair, holding my head in place as he glides in and out of my mouth.
He face fucks me like a common whore and it excites me. This is so unusual for me. I don’t do this ever. I’ve never dressed this way for anybody and I’m glad it’s him. I want to do something different. Something unexpected and it turns me on, knowing I am sucking a piece of his body into mine.
He moves faster, harder, gripping my hair tighter and uses me as a receptacle with none of the soft loving that he has shown he is more than capable of.
I don’t care. It’s what I want, anyway. We are not lovers in the usual sense. We are strangers who fuck. Not even friends with benefits. Not even close. Just two human beings who share the same desire and are making good use of the situation.
He pulls away before I sample the sweet taste of him trickling down my throat and just cups my face in his hands and stares at me with a feral gleam in his eye.
“Why?”
He says softly and I’m surprised to see soft tenderness flit across his features and I whisper, “Because I want to make a memory that will stay with me long after you’ve gone.”
My eyes are bright at the thought of never seeing him again, and I’m unsure why. I should hate him. I do hate him most of the time and yet I search for him when he’s not in the room and my heart settles when he is. I don’t know when that happened, when he somehow became so important to me, but I understand I will never get another chance to live the dream, so I am relishing every second of this.
I’m stunned when he kisses me with a passion that surprises me. Something is different this time. It’s almost as if he’s afraid I will break, and as our tongues dance to a different song, I wonderwhat is running through his mind.
CHAPTER 25
VALENTIN
When I saw Polly, my first emotion was anger. The woman kneeling on the bed isn’t the one who is occupying my thoughts more than most. The one in the fuck-me lingerie was just like every other woman I fuck. Dressed like a whore with a written invitation in her eye.
I hated it.
I didn’t want that for Polly and she is better than that. My first thought was to turn around and walk away, but there was something so enticing about the expression in her eyes. I saw the need in her, the uncertainty and the excitement that she was promising me. She was acting the part she believed I wanted her to play, and I couldn’t reject her for trying to make me happy.
So I treated her as I would every woman on her knees before me. But even then I couldn’t go through with it. She deserves better than that. Better than me.
Now, as I cradle her beautiful face in my hands, I stare at an angel. I have never met a woman like Polly in my life and I am dreading the day I find what I need and must walk away. But I can’t stay either. She is not for me. Nobody deserves the shit I bring to their life and especially not an innocent angel like her.
Polly is special. I already sense it deep in my heart and so I lower her straps and peel away the whore in her and reveal God’s finest creation underneath it all. I love Polly naked, and that will never change. I don’t need fancy lingerie to stir my lust. One glance in my direction and a soft smile is enough to bring me to heel in an instant.
Once she is naked, I push her gently back against the pillows and stroke her face with a loving touch that surprises me. I want to treat her right. To worship her as she deserves.
I press a light kiss to her lips and her soft moan of appreciation makes me happy. I couldn’t tell you why, it just does.