He steps back and my stomach sinks.
He’s going to shoot me now, or call me a slut for letting him kiss and grope me, or tell me I’m not good enough for him. God, I’m such an idiot. It surprises me to realize how much I need him to want me. It’s not just about right now or him. It’s about everything, the shitty card I’ve been dealt with a deadbeat father who uses me like a personal ATM, a long line of worthless ex-boyfriends, money trouble…the list goes on.
“Take off your clothes,” he demands.
5
Vincent
My cock is struggling against my pants as I watch her hesitate. She only waits a second before reaching up to unzip her skirt. She’s wearing a typical newscaster outfit—some relatively cheap looking business skirt and top. If she was mine, I wouldn’t let her walk around in shit like that. I’d buy her the best fucking clothes money could buy. I don’t have time for commitments though, so I push the thought from my head. She’s not yours, Vince. She’s just a quick fuck. Ever since I felt her tits against my skin, I’ve had an uncontrollable hunger to fuck her into submission, to watch her give in to me. And then when she showed she had some bite? God, I thought I was about to blow my fuckin’ load right there. Finally, a fuckin’ girl with some backbone. It’s going to make breaking her in all the more satisfying.
“No,” I say. “Take off your blouse first, then your skirt, then your panties. Slowly.”
Her hands freeze, moving back up toward her blouse. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly and I can practically see her heart thrumming from here. Good. She knows how to follow directions. My cock pulses again. She slides her arms out of the top and pulls it down. Her heavy breasts pillow out of the top of her bra and I can see the faint outline of her hard nipples pressing against the white cotton. It takes everything in me not to pull her to me right then, take her tits in my mouth and finger-fuck her until she screams. But that’s not how I want this to play out. So I wait, watching with my arms folded and a smirk I can’t seem to wipe from my face.
She unzips the skirt next, shaking her hips as it slides free in a way that drives me crazy. When the tight skirt slides from her hips, it rolls her white cotton panties down just enough that I can see the crease of skin between her thigh and her pussy. Jesus. I’ve been with some beautiful fuckin’ women before, but this girl. Aubriella. God damn. She’s something else. Something special. I actually feel a distant pang of guilt for being such a prick to her. The fuck? Since when do I give a shit about some girl’s feelings? And since when do I let my cock come before business? I should be dragging her body into a closet right about now and cleaning the room of evidence.
My hungry eyes cut off any other thoughts of doubt. I follow the curves of her body from the swell of her tits to the lines of her hips and the irresistible way her long legs lead to the triangle of her panties. She hooks her finger in the waistband of her panties like she’s about to pull them down.
“No,” I say. “Bra first.”
She bites her lip like she likes it. She fuckin’ likes it. I palm my hard cock, sucking in a deep breath with the effort of restraining myself. She’s dirty in all the right ways and it’s driving me up the fuckin’ wall. She looks like the good girl type, the kind I’m usually not interested in because they’re too timid to fuck the way I like. She’s got the big eyes, the innocent face, and the body language that screams she’s nervous as hell. And yet I keep seeing a flash of something in her eyes, like she’s absolutely loving every second of this, even if she’s terrified. And the way she mouthed off to me tells me she’s no pushover.
Maria is getting stood the fuck up tonight. That’s for sure.
The bra slips free of her heavy breasts and they bounce once. Her nipples are completely erect and begging to be sucked. Not yet. I take her in again with my eyes, even though it feels like my cock is going to fucking burst through my pants any second. She looks at me now, as if for permission, one finger on the waistband of her panties. Good fuckin’ girl.
Instead of dragging it out like I planned, I move forward, pinning her to the wall. My cock presses against her bare belly through my pants and I kiss her neck hard, sucking so that she’ll have to remember what the fuck she did every time she looks in the mirror for a week. I’m surprised to find how much I’m turned on by marking her, claiming her. My hand cups her breast, circling the hard point of her nipple as I kiss the warmth of her neck. She moans, pressing herself harder against me, hands reaching to explore my body. Normally, I would stop her. She cums when I fuckin’ say so. She touches me when I fuckin’ say so. But right now? Fuck. I just want to rut into her like an animal.