“If my father found out what you were doing…”
“He still couldn’t stop me from doing what I’m going to,” he finished her sentence in that firm, gruff voice, tugging her panties down even further, before they slid to her ankles. And then he reached back beneath her skirt, two fingertips finding her exposed slit, teasing along it for a delightful moment of raw, skin on skin contact. A man actually touching her pussy for once, instead of pawing at it through her panties.
He locked eyes with her then, as he withdrew his hand. Those glistening fingertips coming to his mouth where he suckled them clean.
A fire burned in her gaze, and she drew in her poutier, lower lip as she watched with rapt fascination.
He was an utter stranger to her. A bartender at a seedy club on the outskirts of a town that a girl like her shouldn’t be seen at. It was dangerous. He was dangerous.
And she’d never been so turned on in all her young life.
He kept his eyes locked on hers as he reached down, the buckle of his pants jangling as he unhooked it. That other hand still gripped her wrist so tightly. Then he began to peel those tight, leather pants down, and her eyes couldn’t help but break the stare-off, and watch as a thick, long, veiny shaft spilled out.
Not only big, in girth and length, but so perfectly shaped! With a big, well-contoured purple crown at the tip.
She was used to acting haughty, as if nothing she saw could ever impress her, but at the sight of that, her veil slipped.
Her tongue traced along the seam of her lips, and she shifted to press her pillowy thighs together, to quell the throbbing of her clit. It did her little good, as pent up as she was, her knees weakened by the sight of his raw masculinity.
But when he began to stretch her arms up higher over her head, and grasped for her ass, she found herself losing control all the more. Quite literally.
He lifted her up and pressed in against her, wedging himself between her thighs, prying them open as he kissed her lips again, biting the upper one this time. He growled and ground his rock-hard length against her.
“Open up. Wide,” he commanded her roughly.