“It’s never enough,” I tease him, placing both my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers over to the collar of his shirt.
“We can agree on that.” I bite my lower lip, still looking into his eyes, and start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button until his naked chest presents itself to me. My eyes widen as I see the hard lines of his muscles, two rows of perfect abs demanding all of my attention. I’ve been with fit and ripped guys, but this is something else entirely… Where a six-pack should be, Austin has eight salient and perfect pieces of muscle. His pectorals are hard and defined and, even though I can tell that the gym must be his second home—Python being the first—they look more like the result of an outdoorsy lifestyle than a product of a gym.
“You’re not going to drool, are you?” he asks me as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back’s against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body, he’s perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.
“You’re the one drooling,” I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. Christ, I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…#p#分页标题#e#
My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and, with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily over my breasts, but he doesn’t want to wait; with his free hand, he grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.
Finally letting go of my other arm, both his hands fly straight to my breasts and he squeezes them, my flesh molding to his fingers. The warmness in his hands seems to prickle my skin, and from there it goes all the way down to my pussy, making it burn, burn, and burn some more.
“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” he asks, his hands turning into claws as he pinches both my nipples. It hurts but, at the same time, it feels amazing.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I respond, and he pinches my nipples harder, electric needles stabbing my mind as he does it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, applying more pressure with the tip of his fingers, “and I’m going to do it hard.” He’s pinching me so hard right now that I can’t even keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, and it feels like it’s beating straight in my throat. I let out a small cry, my nipples starting to hurt so much that I can’t help but become even wetter. Fuck, Austin’s a dangerous one, more dangerous than any drug I know—one taste of him and you’re hooked.
“I’m going to take your pussy,” he continues, letting go of one nipple and pressing his hand straight between my thighs, his touch on my pussy drawing a sudden moan out of my lips, “and I’m going to make it mine. I don’t give a fuck about what happens next… Even if I never see you again,” he whispers, leaning in and dropping the words straight into my ear, “your pussy is going to be mine forever, and you’re going to know it.”
Jesus fucking Christ, my fluids are running down my legs. I don’t think this has ever happened to me before. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man as much as I want—need—Austin right now. This man is a God, there’s no other way to say it. Even if you compare him to his male dancers back at Python, Austin is a breed apart, a King among kings, a God among gods.
Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and forces my head back; at the same time, he presses so hard against my pussy that I can’t help but moan again.
“You’re so fucking wet, babe,” he whispers again, the sound of his voice lulling me into a dream like state.
“I am,” I simply say, my mind completely blank as the feeling of his hand on my pussy pushes all other thoughts and words to the fringes.
“Yes, you are… And, just like I said… This is mine,” he growls, and them moves so fast that all I see is a blur: he takes his hand off of my pussy, turns me around and grabs my dress. Then, he pulls at the fabric so violently that I hear the fabric ripping as he pulls it off of my body. Standing here, only in my heels and thong, I feel my insides clenching. “Mine,” he repeats as he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, tugging harshly until the fabric simply tears. He throws it to the floor and then presses his hand against my naked pussy, a glint of hunger and savagery in his eyes.