Twenty-Two
1262 Words
Manon
Good, God, someone help me. He stands before me bare, and hard, so hard.
I gulp.
What did I expect? That he would carry me safely to his castle, where we would dance all night, and when the clock stuck twelve we would kiss, get married and live happily ever after?
No. I never expected that. Not from him.
I also didn't expect that he'd whisk me home in his sensible Ford Focus and let me stay for the night. Lend me his clothes, we'd kiss, fall in love, get married have two kids, and a white picket fence, with a green lawn.
No. This man...this man isn't fairytale or normal. Safe. He's...more.
He's sin. He's...
When I called him I knew I wouldn't go into the devil's lair and leave unscathed. I didn't want to.
He looms over me, smirking at my position.
“I did," I answer his question, after a beat.
I thought you knew that was a lie?
He just eyes me, crawling toward me. “I know.”
His powerful thighs on either side of my body, his face and mine inches apart.
“Remember that kiss you've been waiting for?”
I did. He bent down, capturing my lips ravenously. Without a prelude I make a noise feeling his tongue darting into my mouth, licking at the seams of my lips.
I open for him. His hand steadies me, gripping one side of my face, as he takes my lip between his teeth, drawing blood.
I hiss, but before I can retaliate, he soothed the sting with his tongue. All is forgiven.
Again, I'm startled when his hand palms my tit, running down my clothed belly. I'm itching for more, his kiss a prelude to more.
I want more.
Knowing, he pulls away slightly, watching me as he forced the tee-shirt over my head. Now I'm just a bare as he is.
On my experience with men, they like to stick in, and get it over with. He's not like that. He seduces me, as if I'm not already naked and panting in bed.
He takes his time, kissing my belly, making it cave under his lips. He kisses the inside of my thigh, making me arch, moan.
He kisses my neck, leaving little stings behind that I'll have to cover up tomorrow.
Finally, he gets to my weeping s*x, and pauses. He looks up at me, watching me quiver.
I bite my lip in anticipation.
Slowly, painfully slow, he leans in, sucking my p***y. His eyes stay on me as he sensually defiles my flesh, as he devours my p***y like a starving man.
“Niccolo,” His name rolls off my tongue.
He loves it, and it's obvious.
“So sexy when you call my name,”
He leaves my p***y, sliding up my body, he reaches for the drawer, pulling out a condom. He tears the packet with his teeth like the savage he is.
“Put it on," He ordered me.
Curious, I take the foil packet, and take out the condom. My hands shake as I hold him on my hand. He's so warm and hard. My finger trails down his shaft. I look up, finding his dark eyes boring into me calmly.
My curiosity is piqued now. I look down, observing his length. He's long, thick. His veins are prominent, but there's one in particular, standing his whole shaft. I flatten my tongue against it, and lick it slowly.
He doesn't hiss or jump, prickling my womanly pride.
I take his head in my mouth, making fire not to hurt him, sinking down on his shaft, peeking through my lashes at him.
He's watching me alright, and though his eyes seem to glow, he doesn't
have a physical reaction.
“You're good at that," He informs me lowly, eyes on me, my mouth full of him. “Unfortunately, that just pisses me off.”
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks me off his c**k. “Do what I told you, pulcino.”
I roll my eyes, picking up the neglected condom.
“Most men would be grateful to receive voluntary head."
He obviously doesn't like my back talk because he grips my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.
“Would you be here, if I was most men?” he sneers harshly.
We both know the answer to that. I do what he told me, rolling the condom down his length. I find myself fascinated with his d**k. It's... beautiful.
“Look at me," He commands. My eyes snap to his.
“What do you want?”
“I—I thought we—”
“I didn't ask you want you thought, Manon. I asked you what you want. Tell me.”
“I want...I want you?”
“Are you sure?”
Now that he asked...
“Y-Yes. I want you.”
A slow smirk encompasses his face. “You'll regret that. Turn over."
I do what he says.
He positions how he wants. I feel his hot d**k at my entrance, probbing.
“There's no turning back now,” He whispers in my ear. Then he shoved inside me, making my eyes go together.
Holy s**t.
“f**k, Niccoló!”
I claw at the sheets, as he breaks my back with long steady strokes.
“Nic—Nicccc!”
“That's right baby," He kisses my shoulder. “Scream my name.”
“Niccolooooo—Oh s**t. s**t! Please!”
“Raise your ass, higher. Good.”
The bed creaks as he pounds into me. His warm breath in my ear those throaty groans he lets out.
His hand strikes my ass. He pulls at my hair, biting my shoulder.
After a while, he finishes inside the condom, pulling out. I slump in exhaustion.
“I have a meeting in an hour. Stay here, and rest. I'll have some food brought up for you.”
I snuggle into the covers, watching him move about. He gets in the shower and gets dressed.
Calls the housekeeper up.
When she knocks on the door, he's tying his red tie. He stops to let her in.
“Tell her what you want to eat," He commands.
He's about to leave when I call out to him. He turns around.
“Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?”
He quirks a brow, but decides to humor me.
He stalks over to the bed, bending down. He slides his fingers in my hair, fisting the strands as he kissed me roughly.
“Rest,” He orders, pulling back. “When I get back I'm gonna want you again.”
He leaves without another word, the cold bastard.
It's just me and the housekeeper, who's blushing to the roots of her hair.
“U-Um, Miss? What would you like to eat?”
“Can I have chocolate chip pancakes?”
Her eyes dart about. “You can have whatever you want.”
Frankly, I think this lady is absolutely adorable. She's like a little kitten. She's young, maybe 18. I decide to adopt her.
I'll be lonely while he isn't here anyway. Might as well have someone to keep me company.
“Anything I want?” I tease her.
She blushes once more. “Yes Miss."
“Well then, I want chocolate chip pancakes, and you.”
Her face flames. “M-me?”
I grin. “Sure! Bring some food for yourself, and sit with me.”
She scurried out of the room, like a bat out of hell.
I just...want...to squish...HER CHEEKS!
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