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Authors: Melody Anne
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to know where she’d gone, and when she wouldn’t tell him, he’d end their time together. Saturday would be their last night together, though, so her week’s duties to him would be fulfilled already. However she had other things to think about now; she’d have to worry about that when the time came.
After reaching Blake’s side, she waited for his next order, feeling almost curious about what it would be. He reached out and touched her throat with one finger, and then moved it slowly downward, between her breasts, and to her stomach. Here he stopped and splayed all his fingers over her flat abs.
“Yes, you are beautiful,” he said almost reverently, but the shutters went back over his eyes and she stood trembling before him. His touch alone left her barely able to stay upright, so violently were her knees shaking. The hitch to his breath as his skin connected with hers made her core pulse and grow slick in preparation for what she knew he planned to do.
His next command almost completely undid her, though she hated herself just a little bit for it. “Spread your thighs.”
She moved her feet apart as much as she comfortably could, opening herself up even further for this man and anyone else who happened to enter the garage.
“More.” His tone was strained as she did what he wanted, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. “Now, bend your knees slowly, gripping my waist with your hands as you do,” he said through gritted teeth.
What did he want? She was thoroughly confused.
Tentatively lifting her hands to his waist, she steadied herself and going lower and lower, leaving her core wide open, though he couldn’t see it from where he stood.
“Perfect,” he whispered, and she realized that her face was right in front of his zipper, and the fabric of his slacks was obviously stretched to the limit.
“Undo my pants. Hold me in your hands.”
Her breath whooshed in. She was about to see this man, feel him. This was it. There was no turning back once she did this, not that she’d been able to turn back from the moment she’d set foot inside his car.
Without a word, she tugged his button free, and then slowly drew the zipper down. Excitement built inside her, higher and higher, in anticipation of seeing him. She should hate him, hate this moment, but she felt perversely intrigued.
Pulling his pants open, she freed him from the confines of his cotton briefs, and… oh my . Another, greater wave of panic seized her as she stared at the solid length now resting in her palm. She couldn’t wrap her fingers completely around his arousal, and if he couldn’t even fit in her fist, how in the world would he ever fit in her body? She unconsciously squeezed him, and was rewarded by a low groan rumbling from his throat.
“Make me come.”
Despite his whispering, his words came through loud and clear, but she could also hear the tension in his voice. He wanted her to believe he was in total control, but this man, a man who liked so much to issue orders, was shaking beneath her touch.
That knowledge gave her more confidence than anything else could. Without waiting for his next command, she slid her palm over the slick tip of his shaft, and she used his own lubrication as her hand glided up and down its length. When his breathing quickened and she began moving faster, she knew it wouldn’t take her long to learn what would make him explode.
Yes, she might not have done this before, but his sighs and his praise told her what he liked, told her to move faster, to brush her thumb
After reaching Blake’s side, she waited for his next order, feeling almost curious about what it would be. He reached out and touched her throat with one finger, and then moved it slowly downward, between her breasts, and to her stomach. Here he stopped and splayed all his fingers over her flat abs.
“Yes, you are beautiful,” he said almost reverently, but the shutters went back over his eyes and she stood trembling before him. His touch alone left her barely able to stay upright, so violently were her knees shaking. The hitch to his breath as his skin connected with hers made her core pulse and grow slick in preparation for what she knew he planned to do.
His next command almost completely undid her, though she hated herself just a little bit for it. “Spread your thighs.”
She moved her feet apart as much as she comfortably could, opening herself up even further for this man and anyone else who happened to enter the garage.
“More.” His tone was strained as she did what he wanted, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. “Now, bend your knees slowly, gripping my waist with your hands as you do,” he said through gritted teeth.
What did he want? She was thoroughly confused.
Tentatively lifting her hands to his waist, she steadied herself and going lower and lower, leaving her core wide open, though he couldn’t see it from where he stood.
“Perfect,” he whispered, and she realized that her face was right in front of his zipper, and the fabric of his slacks was obviously stretched to the limit.
“Undo my pants. Hold me in your hands.”
Her breath whooshed in. She was about to see this man, feel him. This was it. There was no turning back once she did this, not that she’d been able to turn back from the moment she’d set foot inside his car.
Without a word, she tugged his button free, and then slowly drew the zipper down. Excitement built inside her, higher and higher, in anticipation of seeing him. She should hate him, hate this moment, but she felt perversely intrigued.
Pulling his pants open, she freed him from the confines of his cotton briefs, and… oh my . Another, greater wave of panic seized her as she stared at the solid length now resting in her palm. She couldn’t wrap her fingers completely around his arousal, and if he couldn’t even fit in her fist, how in the world would he ever fit in her body? She unconsciously squeezed him, and was rewarded by a low groan rumbling from his throat.
“Make me come.”
Despite his whispering, his words came through loud and clear, but she could also hear the tension in his voice. He wanted her to believe he was in total control, but this man, a man who liked so much to issue orders, was shaking beneath her touch.
That knowledge gave her more confidence than anything else could. Without waiting for his next command, she slid her palm over the slick tip of his shaft, and she used his own lubrication as her hand glided up and down its length. When his breathing quickened and she began moving faster, she knew it wouldn’t take her long to learn what would make him explode.
Yes, she might not have done this before, but his sighs and his praise told her what he liked, told her to move faster, to brush her thumb
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