long and steamy night
1227 Words
Barbie.
The door opened in a flash.
On the door frame was the silhouette of a man.
His fingers were buried in his pocket.
I gasped.This was not what I had anticipated.
He has stunning good looks.
It simply cannot be.
Perhaps that is the wealthy man's driver, bodyguard, or something else.
sent to confirm that the artifact is in the bedroom.
His silhouette suggested that he was very well endowed as he took a step forward.
He was tall, very good looking and young.
He closed the door behind him, seemingly putting an end to all of my thoughts of him being the messenger for the rich guy.
If he had been sent, he would have quickly peeked and left.
He got closer to me, his strides were loaded with dominance, strength and pride.
His face became clearer as he drew closer to me.
" You didn't turn on the lights."
A deep, spine-tingling voice.My skin was starting to get goosebumps. With a quick snap of his fingers, the lights went on. How was I aware that these were snap your finger lights?
The switch was right next to the door. I didn't see that.
He exceeded all of my expectations. This will be more difficult than I anticipated. He had excellent looks. It appears as though I was scowling at an erotic book cover model. wearing a golden Rolex on his wrist, along with a crisp clean white shirt and dark pants.
Why did I skip the videos of the young, hot guys? I would have been prepared with them as a fallback in this situation.
It's comparable to putting off studying for a test because you assumed the only questions would be about bones, only to discover that the entire test was about the subject you put off.
" That's more like it." He groaned.
I was sitting there like a dumbass as his amber eyes gazed down at me; looking at him with a cat-like awe. His fragrance reeked of wealth.
`` Introduce yourself,'' I thought to myself.
" Hi, I am ..."
" Barbaria Cookie. Cute name." He cut in.
How did he know ... Of course he had to do a background check on me. To be sure of who he was bringing to his bed.
I stood up, only two inches from him.
I slid off my dress as it gathered around my feet, then removed my bra and pantyhose.
Let's just get this out of the way.
He's terrifying, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull it off until I get out here.
His gaze was fixed on me at all times.
I lay na.ked on the bed, spread like an eagle.
He'll want to make sure I'm a vir.gin before letting me in.
I was on all fours, trembling like a leaf, and I didn't want to look into his daring eyes.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the agony.
His icy hands wrapped around my waist.
I twitched. He drew me closer to the edge with force. I was so light to him.
" Ah." I let out softly to conceal the dread that was building inside of me.
Something cold and slimy swiped across my center to my peach crack.
' Mo.an Barbie '
" Ah."
Two of his fingers parted my lips, and he was right in front of my cootie cat.
His lips brushed up against my cootie cat lips.
They were supple.
When he pecked my cl.it, I twitched once more.
That is my most delicate area.
A light touch could render my entire body vulnerable to his will.
" Ouch! No! ' I jolted away from him. The agony of whatever had entered me was intolerable. I rolled over and jumped away from him. As I leaped away from him, he took off his shoes and climbed into the bed. He approached me slowly, like a jaguar stalking its prey. As he moved closer, his muscles flexed.
My head hit the backrest. He parted my legs with his strong hands and firmly pinned them against his. He and I were staring at each other as he lay on top of me.
His white shirt came into contact with my b.reasts.
" If I hear another fake m.oan I will f***k you so hard Ozzy will hear your screams all the way from here. " He hissed.
It was a warning, he caught up with my little trick.
" I wasn't faking. " I lied.
"Barbaria, I can detect a phony mo.an from a great distance. This is going to be done my way. I'll remind you of me every time you and your boyfriend have se.x." He mumbled softly.
He stood beside the bed, away from me. He disrobed, only wearing his briefs. On his toned body, he had a massive wolf tattoo. His abs were as visible as day. He had scars on his arms and a swath across his chest. Scars that attest to his power. If that's how he looks with the scars, I'm curious about the opponent.
" Get up," He said.
I got down from the bed .
" You and I are going to have a shower together. I clean you, you clean me. Tonight, forget about Ozzy. " He said in a stern voice. I have never heard a man speak in a way that makes my skin, my soul's skin and my inner mantra skin crawl
" Will you f***k me after that?"
My big mouth doesn't know that curiosity killed the cat.
" I don't f***k, I make sweet passionate love." He whispered seductively.
That was an excellent response.
My body approved of the message by sending a sweet heat rush down to my center, which was very well articulated.
I followed him into the next room after he left.
He turned on the shower, and warm water sprayed all over my body.
He poured olive and mint scented liquid soap.
I could feel his erection on my lower back as he drew me closer to his body.
He switched off the water jets.
He squeezed the soapy, puffy loofah.
My chest was covered in soap.
"Have you ever showered with Ozzy?" He asked.
"No." I muttered. Our bathroom is so tiny he and I wouldn't fit in together. We shower in shifts. He goes in first because his job shift starts early and I follow after. If we had a bigger bathroom we would shower together.
He slid the loofah over my shoulder blade, shifting his free hand to my brea.sts. I closed my eyes as he cupped my b.oobs. This is a more sensual experience than a regular bath. I'm not sure how this height disparity would work. I'm assuming he's six four and I'm five one. Ozzy is six feet tall. This guy is a little taller than Ozzy. His commanding gaze adds to his ability to subdue me. I would easily submit to him.
His fingers slithered beneath my belly button. When his finger made contact with my bean, I was startled. She instantly flexed in delight.
"Sensitive c.lit. My favorite." He quipped.
I held his hand and looked up to his glare down at me.
" Part your legs for me, baby" He whispered.
I spread my legs apart, careful not to trip.
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