His Mild Touch

em might cause him to cease his actions. His palm glides along the curve of my lower back, generating delightful friction that compels me to arch my hips, cravi

lad in blue biker shorts and a white vest, while I writhe beneath him, gazing at him with desire-filled e

air and the strand returns to its previous position.

lay there and wait. I wait and watch as his eyes trail my body. Even as I feel myself getting hot a

y erect nipple and my eyes shut tight on instinct. He leans in close enough for his breath to fan my ear then bi

n tone them down. It is hard but I try not to move as he flicks his tongue ov

me. He doesn't. Instead, he grabs my slender wrists in one hand and I look away, reminders fro

ppers kisses all over the inside of my w

doesn't hurt as much as him leaving me here. I'll never do that to him.

with being a v

uestion but still provides m

am I being

s to stare at me as if he's seeing me for the first time t

change the subject. "Where did

, he went off to

ile my husband was probably balls deep inside som

e rooms." He

duvet around my chest and I fling it because

e the house."

ost interest in that conversation alread

hurt and my mouth waters. I know Pa and Ma have a hand in this. They must have given him a file on

e trying to get up, "j

bulge that is straining against his shorts

attention, I point to his bulge, spooning him through th

ven touching him the right way but I want to feel what I fe

my mouth. I shake my head and bare myself to him. My whole body is fre

show him how much I need him inside of me. Holding the fin

his lips twitch. But I refuse to back down, I want him,

s unresponsive. Maybe beg

urs, I can only hope I look as seductive as those pornstars who do

ht, no hard feelings. We ca

back. I let out a sound I think is sexy, my time with my sexually active

of Trystan's shirt but he's

brating all over again with need. His accent is to die for and I will g

silence. I was unable to eat anything yesterday due to j

n satisfy me

to his mouth. I watch as his lips move, reminded of the pa

ily anger surges through me when he finishes the breakfast he cl

I order, pointi

liquid seeps from the corner of his lips while his eyes remain on

uments and I smile internally when he lifts himself high eno

on porn sites. My only sexual experience is from watching porn and ye

ing what a penis looks like so we binge-watched lots of porn. I was

ear was spent trying to break off from the porn addiction. I know so much about sex and

n's limp cock and I stroke it lazily. A strange sensation courses through me as his

d push myself up withou

rail the space in between my breasts. That little gesture encourages me to increase my

voice is softer, almost ple

N

g around. I have been told severally that I am easy to mess with. The messy bun

levels a stare at me before his hands

. Fuck me

n't fuck

wife," I

make any difference. Only a part of our bodies should be doing the talking. Not just any type of talk

he sound it makes as it connects with the tiled floor. I push myself up

tact, I have barely started moving and I already feel this way. Why

his consent. He is huge and I know sex with a virgin hurts as much as getting kicked in the face b

lips. I avoid his eyes as he holds my waist at half an arm's length an

scream. There's no pleasure this time, only a wave of bl

s rhetorical, the smile that lifts the corne

more, it's a mix of pain and arousal but I don't want him touching me ever again. I

me down with his arrogant smirk. I will rather remain

and move far from him, grab

he murmurs and rises to hi

more before walking out of the room,