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Kelcie

Ifeel like I am on edge, I don’t think I have relaxed since he picked me up.

The dress gave me a level of confidence and when he said he wanted me, it grew stronger, but I couldn’t stop the nerves from rising.

Me, he wants me.

Is it just a fuck or does he want more? I doubt it’s the latter.

The conversation never picked up after he said he wanted me, he was intense and never took his eyes off me.

Even when he was speaking with the server, they were still locked on me.

The car ride back is full of unresolved sexual tension, the way he’s been looking at me from the moment I opened my door lets me know that he wants to take this dress off me.

“I don’t do one-night stands.

Which you probably already know from tracking me.”

“It won’t be only one night.”

His voice is intense and captivating.

My body is begging for his touch, I want him too.

I want him to take me and bring me to the climax that my toys just can’t seem to reach.

We pull up outside my apartment, I wasn’t expecting to be brought home.

The routine of him opening my car door, helping me out and walking to my door proceeds.

I unlock the door, before I can open it, he turns me, his hand around my lower back pulling me close to him.

His other hand grips the nape of my neck, his lips hover over mine.

Taking in a deep breath his aroma drowns me, and the arousal between my thighs increases preparing to let him have me.

“I am going to taste every inch of you, devour you, make you beg for me to never stop, you will be mine and only mine.”

He whispered making my body quiver and my nipples harden.

He can have me, all of me, anyway he wants.

His lips brush mine before he moves over my jaw to my neck, his grip tight stopping me from moving, he kisses me delicately, and I feel his tongue poke out and taste me with a soft lick.

My entire body yearns for him to have me, the sensation that runs over me makes my eyes fall shut.

He releases me, steps back and walks to his car, leaving me craving him.

As he opens the door he turns, his eyes cast over me, intense desire lurking in them.

I swallow hard, my pussy unable to control the wetness escaping me.

Before I see him leave, I hurry myself through the door, but as I am pushing it closed there is a resistance to it.

The door is pushed back open, he steps in pushing it shut behind him, my purse drops from my hand, and I am unable to speak.

My pussy is pulsating, he’s tightly gripping my waist as he pushes me, my back now against the wall.

His hand back gripping the nape of my neck, his lips against mine, taking full control of my mouth, his tongue glides around mine effortlessly.

His body is flush against mine letting me feel his full hard length, he’s as ready for me as I am for him.

I finally manage to move, and I grip his forearm that’s gripping my waist, my nails digging into it, the other is left hanging by my side.

He stops kissing me but keeps his face close to mine, slowly he starts to pull my dress up, the anticipation forces me to tighten my fingers on his arm, my left hand grabs his jacket.

He doesn’t lower his hand and just gathers up the dress until the slit is resting on my hip.

He orders me to let his arm go, I immediately release it and grab the other side of his suit jacket.

His hand slides in between my legs, grabbing the top of my right thigh.

My legs involuntarily open for him, and a ravenous growl escapes his throat when he realises that I don’t have any underwear on.

He sweeps his thumb over my clit moving it back and forth before he stops, resting over the centre.

His hand moves and cups my pussy, gently pushing his finger so it slides through my folds to give him full access to my awaiting wet cunt, small circular movements begin, as he pushes a finger into me.

I gasp, my head leaning back, his grip on my neck tightens holding me in place, I clench my eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Keep your eyes open.”

Another order which I follow, forcing them open.

“You’re going to watch me make you come,”

he commands.

The wetness that he’s caused allows his finger to glide in and out easily, on the next stroke he enters a second.

“Are these juices for me?”

He whispers in my ear as he continues to plunge his fingers in and out of me. I nod.

“Tell me.”

“They’re for you.” I pant.

“I’ve thought about how you taste.”

He removes his fingers from me slowly, lifting his hand to his mouth he places his two fingers down to the knuckles on his tongue, sealing his lips around them he slowly pulls them out sucking my wetness off them.

A soft hum as they exit.

My eyes locked on his, the pulsating of my core increasing.

He replaces his hand to continue finger fucking me, speed increasing, my grip tightening on his jacket, my body reaching its peak.

“Don’t come,”

he demands.

He removes his hand again and I instantly ache at the sudden stop of elation, I’m panting in ecstasy, waiting for him to give me the release that my body craves.

“No one else is to touch you,”

his eyes piercing mine. “Ever.”

He undoes his belt and trousers to release his huge erection, I haven’t looked down to see it but can already sense that it’s going to take my breath away when he enters me.

He slides his foot against the inside of mine pushing my legs further open so that he can lift my leg around his hip.

I grip onto his shoulders so that I can keep my balance.

He grabs his hard shaft positioning the tip of his dick at my entrance, brushing across it.

The size of his head makes me take a sudden breath in and my eyes widen, apprehension flows over me that I won’t be able to take it.

He slowly pushes into me, my pussy stretching to accept his girth, I feel every inch of his length.

I feel so full, yet he continues to push in further filling me more and more until he’s reaching my g-spot.

He pauses, his hand grasps my hair, eyes still on mine, he begins to pull out and slide back in purposefully, each time my pussy stretches around him, accepting him, his pace quickens and I’m reaching climax, he thrusts harder.

The intensity of him is overpowering me and any restrain that I have to hold back my orgasm is fading quickly.

“Come with me,”

he orders into my ear.

“You ready?”

“Yes,”

I scream.

His next thrust makes me explode around him, as I do his body tenses, he grips my hair harder and forces himself deeper into me.

He climaxes and I feel the warmth of his load filling inside me.

“Good girl.”

He praises in his deep seductive voice.

Making a final moan escape me, satisfaction flowing through my body.

He slowly pulls out of me and lowers my leg placing my foot carefully on the floor.

His hands move to my waist, he lowers my dress back down, pulls me close and kisses me softly as he tucks himself away.

I let go of him and smooth down my dress.

“It’s late,”

his words factual.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

The words are out of my mouth before I can think.

“No, but I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’ve just pinned me against a wall and fucked me, I think intruding is the last of your concerns.”

I snap.

A subtle grin takes over his lips, and the fire in his eyes reignites.

“So, I have wine.

Unfortunately for you, no whisky, and even if I did it wouldn’t be to your taste.

The wine probably won’t be either.”

I quickly state.

“Wine is good.

Should I remove my shoes?”

“Please.

I will be back in a moment I need to remove mine, and these aren’t something I can kick off at the door.”

I walk into my bedroom, taking some steady deep breaths.

Did that just really happen or am I about to wake up in a hot state yet again? I get the shoes off deciding that I am going to need to change quickly, I don’t want to ruin this dress with our cum that is beginning to drip out of me and slide down my thighs.

I grab a pair of sweats and t-shirt and slip into the bathroom to quickly clean myself up and change.

As I walk back to the kitchen area, I notice that he has already poured two glasses of wine and he is leaning against the countertop.

“Well make yourself comfortable,”

my sarcastic tone evident.

“I preferred the dress.”

“I thought it best to put some controls in with regard to access.”

“You think those sweats could stop me?”

I shake my head but can’t stop the smile from appearing.

I move over to the couch, he follows and sits across from me, his jacket still on but undone.

He leans slightly back resting his elbow on the arm.

I drink him in, unable to take my eyes off him.

“How’s the wine?”

I raise my eyebrows knowing that he’s had far better, but I can’t seem to get any other words out.

“It’s ok, if you’d like I will bring a bottle with me next time.”

“Next time?”

I know I sound shocked, but I never expected a next time not with a man like him.

“You said you weren’t a one-night girl.

So, I get at least one more.”

“Do I get to choose the next one?”

“I’m not one for letting go of control.”

A statement that I know he means, he’s been in control of me without even knowing, and I’m finding that I like it.

We finish our wine, with minimal conversation, still with a level of sexual tension in the air.

“It’s late, I have work tomorrow.”

Again, words come out of my mouth before I think.

I could sit and watch him all night.

He stands, I follow and take his glass from his hand, our fingertips brushing.

I place the glasses on the kitchen countertop and walk towards the door.

I feel him behind me.

I pause before opening the door.

I turn and he pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist, a hand on the nape of my neck again, just holding me this way awakens every part of me.

Leaning in, he kisses me softly, but passionately in a way I have never felt before.

His hand moves from my waist, and he slides it into my sweats, straight onto my eagerly waiting core.

He moves his fingers across my clit, making slow purposeful circles, the pressure perfect.

He’s better at this than I am.

He speeds up making my body shake and has me coming in seconds.

Fuck this man knows how to fulfil me.

He removes his hand, but I don’t move, my breath having been taken away yet again.

His eyes narrow, a fire burning in them.

“When I said that no one is to touch you, I meant it.

You are mine Kelcie, and I will ensure that you are even if it means taking people to the depths of hell and watching them burn.”

His voice is dark, demonic, my nerves take over and I huff out a titter.

“I said the sweats wouldn’t stop me.”

Just as quick his voice is soft, mischievous.

He reaches around me and opens the door.

“Lock this behind me.”

“Um-hum,”

I mumble still trying to control my breathing.

He places a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I breathe back.

I close the door, still in awe of the evening that has taken place.

He’s a man who knows what he wants and takes it yet has gentlemen’s tendencies.

He seems to know what I want, what my body needs, and I am willing and eager to give him it.

Work the next day comes and goes and as the rest of the week passes, I don’t see him in the bar at all.

I stupidly thought that I would.

I was like a needy fucking puppy watching the door every time it opened.

I should have stuck with my instincts that he wouldn’t want more than a one-night stand.

I try and convince myself that I got what I needed, and that he’s had what he wanted.

He had me, and now he’s done.

How could I have been so stupid to give in to him? Fuck, it was good though, and it did finally give me the satisfaction that my body craved, but now I have had it I want more.

The fact he didn’t use a condom, has started to play on my mind.

I’m on contraception and have been since I was 18, not to sleep around but I’m one of the lucky ones that don’t have periods on it so I am not worried about getting pregnant, but I can’t imagine he is the type of man that doesn’t sleep around, so I have booked myself an appointment at the sexual health clinic to clear my mind.

Sunday rolls around and it’s my day off so I am having a lazy morning watching another crime documentary until my phone pings.

Be ready at Noon.

Gabriel.

What the fuck, nothing from him since he fucked me then a single text message telling me to be ready at noon.

How did he even get my number? I’m angry but not surprised at his demanding orders.

Something in me wants to please him, and I know why.

I want him, more than I am letting myself believe.

I check the time it’s 11am, what the hell am I supposed to wear, what the hell are we doing? I’ve only ever seen him in a suit, so I don’t want to throw my jeans on.

The weather is decent, so I opt for a sundress with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves, it grips in at my waist and then flows to just below my knees.

As I don’t know where we are going, I slip on some flat shoes.

There’s a knock at my door, its noon, one thing is he’s never late.

He’s dressed in trousers and a shirt, collar and top button undone.

“Is this suitable?”

I asked whilst waving my hand down my sundress.

“Yes.”

Again, with his one-word answers.

I wonder if I will ever really know anything about him.

I asked him what we were doing, and he told me that he needs to view a hotel and thought it would be good to have lunch there to scope the place out.

He holds the car door open for me and his hand out, I take it looking at him whilst as I climb into the car.

“That’s my girl,”

he whispers in my ear making my body instantly ignite with desire.

Why do I crave to please him?