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The door snicked shut behind me, damping the sounds of the voices beyond it and then darkening the room. I was hoping the alcohol and New Year’s festivities would make it so the others wouldn’t notice our absence.Shadows fell across his lean body as he sat lounging in the center of the couch, legs splayed, an elbow resting on the cushion behind him, his hand slowly running up and down his thigh waiting for me, just as he said he would be. While his stance appeared relaxed, tension radiated off of him and filled the room.I froze. Hoping the distance between us and the darkness hid the rapid rise and fall of my chest and how gratuitously I drank in the sight of him. Just him. Alone. For years we had stolen glances, bantered flirtatious comments, but we were always insulated by people or distance, we had never been truly alone. Without the presence of others to dampen it, the buzz of attraction that had always been there now grew to an electric current, dangerous but necessary.  Energy and lust arced between us.His voice snapped me out of my reckless and indulgent consumption of the sight of him.“Come here.” The low gravel if his voice drove my feet forward, my eyes Iocked with his, feet moving of their own accord. As I drew closer to where he sat in wait, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his piercing blue eyes tracking my movement like a stalking animal. As I stepped within arm’s reach, his hands darted out, gripping the backs of my thighs, tugging sharply: I fell hard and fast, catching myself at the last moment so I didn’t crash completely into him.His fingers dug hard into the flesh at my side; his thumb pressed with a bruising grip against my hip bone, fingers dug deep in the flesh of my ass. The rough palm of his other hand traveled up my bare sternum, to the base of my neck. His thumb slowly and roughly dragged from one point of my jaw bone to the base of my other ear. His hand now splayed across my throat. He drew me close to him, a breath away from his lips.“Say yes.” he demanded.He knew the answer. He’s had to have known the answer since the first time we spoke, he didn’t need to hear it now. The edge of my mouth turned up, I began to lean forward to take his mouth. His hand at my throat was unyielding and his fingers closed just enough to demand my obedience.“Say it.”Before my affirmation completely passed my lips, his crashed against mine, devouring me with bruising intensity. Releasing my hip, Escort Fatih he wound my hair around his wrist, gripping my ponytail and arching my head back providing him unobstructed access to my neck, his teeth dragged down my throat; I shivered as goosebumps rose across my skin. My hips now free, I shamelessly ground my pussy against him. The tiny scrap of panties did little to mute the delicious friction or hide how soaked they already were. As quickly as he had snatched me into his lap, he planted me back on my feet.“I need to see you,” he demanded and he leaned back, slowly rubbing the massive length in his pants.I tugged my dress over my head, presenting myself to him, expecting and hoping he would devour me again, yet he didn’t move. Just sat there with a hand on his impressive cock. Just moments before, when his hands were on me, my mind only processed his touch and his command. Now, standing before him, under his scrutiny, my mind focused on all my flaws. I became increasingly aware that my thighs touched, how I wished my stomach was more toned, my ass tighter… his voice pulled me from my tailspin of thoughts.“Hands behind your back, grab your elbows.I was so grateful to have something to do with my hands and have something to focus on. He rose slowly. Thank God he was going to finally touch me again, I needed the world to fall away and for my focus to only be him once again. Instead, he walked past me, I turned my head to follow his movement, insecurity creeping further in.“Eyes forwards,” he barked.Is he leaving? Well that’s a hit to the ego. Maybe I am less than he expected? Where is he going? Am I that disappointing?In an effort to give him an out and to hide my blooming embarrassment, I mustered my snarkiest voice to cover my hurt and disappointment, “If you want me to get dressed again, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to try to sneak out.”Before my sentence was finished, the sting of two sharp smacks brought the blood to both sets of my cheeks and a flood between my legs. My head snapped around at the animalistic growl that rose from his throat. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to face forward again. Pressing his rock-hard dick into my hip, he ground out his words through clenched teeth as he ground his cock against me,“Does this seem like I want you dressed again? I have waited a very long time to unwrap my present, and I’m going to take my time and play with Fındıkzade escort it as I damn well please.”His eyes locked with mine. He paused, his voice softening just a touch, “With those pleading eyes on me, it makes it very hard to take my time. So eyes forward and I will give us both what we need.” His fingers slowly encircled the thin string of my thong and tugged hard and fast, snapping the thin fabric instantly. He stepped in front of me, towering over me, his stance menacing but it only made me want him more. His knee nudged my legs apart, as his hands slid up my thighs. My breath quickened, anticipating him finally really touching me, filling me… his hand froze halfway up my thigh as he encountered the damp skin that betrayed how much I desperately needed him. A  slow smile spread across his formerly impassive face, revealing the boyish grin I had admired for years.“Is this for me?” He asked with a hint of amusement.“Yes, all of it,” I confessed“Good girl.” He crooned. Those words warmed and wet me further. I would do just about anything to hear them again. He kneeled, planting an open mouth kiss on my thigh, eyes glued to mine, stealing a taste before standing and continuing the agonizingly slow ascent of his hand. My breasts heaved in anticipation as his eyes continued to bore into mine. I found some comfort in seeing his cock straining for freedom and his own breath heavy and fast.Finally he dipped his finger inside of me, coating it in my desire. With his other hand, he gripped my chin forcing my lips to part. He painted them with his soaking finger. His teeth closed on my lower lip, holding it hostage as his tongue took a second taste of me. He hummed his approval making me flush.His hands gripped my waist roughly as he lifted and tossed me onto the couch then moved to kneel between my legs.“Hands over your head. Leave them there until I tell you otherwise.” His voice was strong and in control but I detected an undercurrent of urgency that empowered and humbled me. My body obeyed without my mind approving. I laid there, open for him, waiting as he had instructed. The air in the room seemed to buzz as I anticipated him finally taking me. His finger dipped deep into my pussy as his thumb rubbed a slow firm circle on my clit. He added more fingers as he nipped, sucked and licked my nipples. My body arched into him, biting my lip to keep from screaming his name as Gaziosmanpaşa escort calling attention to our prolonged absence from the party. His body levered over mine.“Eyes on me.” He demanded.At some point during his delightful torture of my body he had lost his clothes. My eyes widened and I finally saw his full length and girth, “There is no way that will fit.” I blurted out.His laugh rumbled over me as he positioned himself at my entrance.“It will fit. Trust me.” He pressed into me, all humor escaping his face. “Fuuuuck, you’re tight.”He rocked into me deeper and deeper with each thrust. Frustratingly slow.  My impatience took over, my hands snapped to his ass, begging him to take me harder and faster. He replaced my hands over my head, nipping me hard on the sensitive skin on the inside of my biceps in reprimand, I knew I should feel contrite but all I could think was, if that was supposed to deter me, I will be breaking the rules more often.He seemed to read my mind, as a small smile played on his lips. “Trust me, Little One, while I love your fire and sass, you are so tight and tiny, it will hurt if I go too fast and hard right away.” He kept up his agonizing press and retreat.Despite his explaining and my imploring, I was impatient and I needed to feel him. All of him. I wriggled and drove my hips into him the best I could, trying to gain some control and depth. He growled and snapped his hips, bottoming out brutally but retreating quickly, causing me to gasp at the sudden painful intrusion. He was bigger than I realized and more than I had ever taken before.  I should have trusted him. He caught my breath with his kiss before biting my lip. “Let me make you feel good.”It wasn’t a request. My body relaxed and opened for him, rocking with him instead of fighting against him. Submitting. His eyes were locked on mine. As soon as I gave in, the approval was noticeable on his face, “There it is. That’s my good girl.” Those words again. This time he felt my body gush its response causing him to groan. As he worked into me further, I softened completely, my pussy taking all of him. Once fully seated, he smirked at me, a silent “told ya.”His rhythm and intensity increased, driving into me hard and strong, reaching the ache that burned for him deep in my core. Building to the intensity I craved and to that good hurt, the hurt that brought me closer to my goal not further away. I could see his control starting to slip as he pounded into me; I let myself go, head falling back, enjoying the ride, and anticipating the shattering release but not wanting it to end, he knew his limits and anticipated mine. He stopped, deep inside of me, pinning me down, one hand pressed into my hip, the other resting at my throat.

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