"I don't want anything."
His chest pressed against her back. The heat from his body wrapped around her like a glove. He moved her wet hair out of the way and kissed the column of her neck then her shoulder. He moved his hand down her arm and curled around her waist. His large cock seated on her ass.
"Do you feel how hard you make me?"
Suddenly, he grabbed both of her hands and laid them against the shower wall, palms down. "Don't move," he ordered.
Mandy stayed very still as his hands roamed her body. He went from her shoulders and down her back. Up and around, cupping her breasts in his hand. "I love your big tits. Your body is so beautiful. I'm hard from looking at you. You're driving me crazy with the need to fuck you hard and fast."
She loved hearing him speak so bluntly about what he wanted and what he liked.
Dan slipped his hands down to the top of her thighs and then moved her to open her legs wider. She moved without question. She was along for this sensual ride.
Next he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs until he was cupping her mound. He slipped a finger inside her as he used another to tap her clit.
Moaning, she fisted her hands on the wall. A riot of sensation coursed through her. She rolled her hips and pushed onto his hand, begging him to go deeper.
"You're so fucking wet and tight. I'm big, baby, and I liked the way I had to fight to get seated deep inside your cunt."
Mandy felt as if she was a different person. She wasn't the young woman who was scared of the world. Mandy Straus would never dream of going to a stranger's apartment and having sex with him.
"Don't you have anything to say?" he asked.
She shook her head. She was more than happy for him to be in control. Her experience was very limited, and so far he'd given her more orgasms than she'd ever hoped to achieve with a man.
"You want me to be in charge? To take what I want and not care about anything as long as you get some pleasure in the process?"
Words failed her once again. She nodded.
A second finger pushed inside her. A cry of passion broke from her lips.
"I don't want to be in charge, princess. I want to hear you beg and scream for your pleasure. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I can't," she said as his hands left her body. She whimpered, distraught that he'd stopped.
"Yes, you can or you can leave and don't come back. I want a woman in my bed who knows what she wants. Not a girl pretending to be a woman." He leaned over and turned off the water before leaving the shower.
Mandy watched him in shock as he dried and wrapped himself in a towel then left the room.
She stood looking at the shower stall in front of her, fighting with her inner demons. The scared woman inside her was cheering that she had an out. All she needed to do was get her clothes and leave. But the biggest part of her wanted to shove the fear away, walk naked into his room, and demand to be pleasured. Living only half a life for so long was no longer good enough. She wanted everything he had to offer and more.
Licking her lips, she moved out of the stall, careful to make sure she didn't slip. Glancing in the mirror, she was pleased she hadn't worn make-up. Otherwise, she'd look a mess. Gazing down at her body, she saw the red marks from the bristle on his face. Her breasts looked large and her nipples flushed red. Her pussy ached and she loved the feeling. Being empty for so long heightened her experience now.
He'd said he could fulfil every waking desire. That there wasn't anything he wouldn't do.
Taking it step by step, she walked to his bedroom. Pausing with a hand on the door post and one pressed to her stomach, she closed her eyes and took the final step over the threshold.
She took several steps into the room before she saw him on the bed staring at her. He had a hand on his cock, masturbating the large shaft.
"You took your time."
Chapter Four
Dan watched as she stood in his room, her gaze on his cock. She looked sexy as hell with no clothes on. He saw her nerves, and his heart constricted. He fought his rising feelings. Thinking about who she was and in the few short hours what Mandy had come to mean to him wasn't going to do him any good.
"I didn't know what to do," she admitted.
He took his gaze away from her and fucked his fist, bringing the attention to his cock. "But you're here."
Glancing up, he saw her nod. "Come here."
She walked slowly to the bed, climbed on, and knelt where he lay. Dan liked watching. Her tits bounced with every step and her hips swung. Reaching out, he took her hand, entwined their fingers, and pulled to bring her onto the bed.
She knelt on the edge and with a bit of manoeuvring, he got her where he wanted her. Straddling his waist.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Kiss me," he instructed. He cupped her ass, massaging the flesh with in his palms. Her body was to die for, and he wanted to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch. She leaned over and laid her lips against his. He let her take her time. Learning his lips and building her confidence until she tugged on the hair at the base of his neck. Her kisses deepening and her tongue thrusting inside to meet his. He moved his hands to her hips, and he guided her up and over his condom covered cock.
Slowly, inch by inch he seated her on his shaft. Watching as he disappeared inside her body.
She moaned and curved her back, taking all of him. Her hands rested on his chest. With his help, he taught her how to meet him thrust for thrust, getting her to ride his body to seek her own pleasure.
"Touch yourself," he told her. Taking two of her fingers, he pressed them to her clit and helped her to bring herself pleasure.
Each movement was meant to further her arousal.
"Oh, god," she panted. Her movement became hurried as she took him. Riding the wave.
He gripped her hips with a tight, firm hold. "That's it. Come all over my cock."
He took her over the edge and he went with her until she collapsed in his arms.
Running his hands down her back, he held her, closed his eyes, and inhaled her scent. He wasn't good for her, but he didn't want it to end.
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For the rest of the night, he answered her every sexual demand, taking her in ways she never thought possible. Her favourite was when he got her on her knees and rode her from behind. She felt controlled in a way she'd never been before.
Late into the night they fell asleep, exhausted.
A little after four, she awakened and knew it was time to go home. Even if her little apartment left a lot to be desired, it was still hers. Pulling the duvet off her body and then squirming her way from under his arm, she got the edge of the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked, startling her.
"You made me jump," she pressed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and stared at him as he propped his head up on his hand.
"Where are you going?" he asked again like she hadn't said anything.
"I think it's time I went home."
"Why? I haven't asked you to leave. I don't want you to go," he said.
Mandy glanced at the floor and then looked at him. She didn't know what to do.
"Spend the weekend with me," he said.
"What?"
"Haven't you ever been propositioned before, Mandy? Spend the weekend with me." He reached out and took her hand, giving a little pull to get her to move forward.
"I thought this would be a one night thing."
"If you want it to be a one night thing then sure, whatever. But what I'm saying is there is a spot for you in this bed, and in the morning I'll make you some breakfast."
Mandy couldn't keep up with the quick turn of events. "How do you know my name?" she asked.
"The same way you know mine, precious," he answered.
She knew he was avoiding her question. "Could you stop with the angel and princess and precious? I don't like them." The terms of endearment weren't personal. She wanted to hear him say her name so she knew who he was thinking about.
"Sure."
Running her fingers through her hair, she climbed back into bed. Settling down and closing her eyes, she waited for sleep to claim her.
"I've fucked you senseless and you're still tense. Relax." He took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. "Sleep."
Surprisingly, at his command and because she was still tired from the night of exhausting sex, she did.
Chapter Five
Mandy woke the following morning to the scent of bacon and coffee. Smiling, she stretched out the kinks in her body, wincing as muscles she hadn't used often protested.
Opening her eyes, she let her senses come back to her.
Mandy Straus, you little slut. Going home with a bad boy and being fucked until you forget yourself. Where is the boring woman I use to know?
Ignoring her inner worry, she got out of the bed, found one of his shirts, and put it on. She followed the path to his kitchen.
Dan was cooking in a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "You're awake," he said as he turned.