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How I ended up naked on my first day.
Now that we're moving and the room is moving I find myself talking, probably more than I should but saying less than I could. He never treated me right, he just liked the sex, just like tonight. He's just going to take me home and fuck me. He laughs and gives me a little squeeze, kissing the top of my head like I was some kind of little girl under his care. THAT makes me a bit fussy but before I can muster up my rage he's kissing my face and I'm falling into it and he's groping my ass and I can feel his cock getting hard under his pants, a firm lump against my belly and I really want him to fuck me and he's leading me out again.
As he hails a cab he keeps one arm around me holding me to him, and it's always on the move, teasing me, keeping his touch fresh in my mind. Being outside in the cool air it occurs to me to be a little modest and I try to stand up straight, not to respond. Just a girl with her guy, not a girl that just caved on everything and is getting felt up in public. But I want it, right then and there.
The cab pulls up and we scramble inside, with him pretty much tugging me in. He tells the driver his address and then turns his attentions to me. I'm trying to save some face, brushing some hair away from my face when I feel his fingers stroking my hair, his lips finding the curve where my neck meets me shoulder and working it. I start to protest, but then I feel his hand on my knee and I melt, fumbling for the words again and not finding them.
It's moving up my thigh, under my skirt. I can feel my breath coming shorter and faster as I try to read the face of the driver in the rear view mirror. He's very professional, but I find myself trying to make eye contact so that he can see that I'm not like this, I'm actually very proper. But his fingers find their way to my panties and start their tease and it's too much. I close my eyes, the shivers of pleasure too much for me to focus on anything else right then. His other hand is over my shoulder, pawing my breast as his lips work under my jawline. I tilt my head back, feeling his teeth on my skin, back arching away from the seat.
By the time we get back to his place the sweet agony of temptation has me ravenous for sensuous pleasures. Getting to his apartment is a blur, one that ends with me down on my knees in front of his couch, my dress half unzipped but still very much on as I run my hands up his thighs. The button and fly take me a few seconds as I fumble with them, but then I just yank his pants and underwear down, his cock bobbing into view.
I want to bring him down to my level, where I know he wants it like me, so bad it hazes up all his thoughts and shrinks the world to blind lust. So I take it in my hand, feeling its heat and its pulse, and I lick it along the underside, from the bottom to the top, swirling my tongue around the tip as I come up off it. And again and again as I feel his fingers raking through my hair.
I'm clumsy as I get my lips around him and I know it. It's been a while and I'm in no state for the finer points of sex, but soon I can feel him taking control, the hand in my hair guiding my head back and forth down his shaft.
"That's it, that's it girl... suck my cock," he says again and again, as much to himself as me I think. He's rocking his hips and making very satisfied sounds as he fucks my mouth, and I raise my eyes to him and see him half-smirking down at me. The other half of the time he closes his eyes and just enjoys the feeling of mouth around him.
My phone rings. It's the tone I use for Alex, but apart from perking up for a moment I don't respond. She's got my text. He just chuckles at my reaction and pushes my head down so far I almost gag, then he picks up the pace a bit until the phone shuts up.
He starts to stand, keeping my head on his cock until the last possible second when he pushes me back off of it, then crouches down, slips his hands under my arms and pulls me up into a kiss with him, our tongues twining in my mouth in a clumsy drunken m