“The way you look at me contradicts the lies leaving your mouth, Jessica,” he whispers, his tone smooth and strong, filled with confidence.
I swallow slowly, and take a deep breath. The way my body hums for him, and the way my voice cracks when I tell him to leave, he might just be right.
“Maybe,” I whisper, my eyes trailing down his chest. He scoffs, and leans up, a smile playing his beautiful face.
He unbuttons his jeans, and pulls them down, his black boxers revealing an impressive hard on. I lick my bottom lip as I stare at it. I want to devour that thing, but not now. He slides over my body, his weight on the mattress sinking me further into his hold. His dick caresses against my inner thigh, causing me to arch my back and pant. I want to tell him no, reject him, but my body is defying me on so many levels. It’s a hopeless fight at this point.
He kisses my neck, his abrasive scruff against my skin leaving a delicious burn. His hands travel up my thighs, slowly making their way between my legs. He thumbs my clit softly, causing me to involuntarily thrust my hips upward. I feel a burn between my thighs, causing me to look up, finding Bobby a hair’s length away from my sex with his face. He smirks, and winks before I can even protest, sucking my clit into his mouth. The warmth I reached in the tub returns with an overwhelming velocity. I thrash forward with the loudest moan that’s ever left my body. I can’t even describe the sensations rushing through my core and licking up my body; it’s so intense.
“God, you’re better than I imagined,” Bobby mutters against me, making me shiver from the vibrations. I have never let Bobby do this to me. In fact, nobody has ever gone down on me before. I never felt that comfortable with someone or trusted them enough for them to dive into something so personal and intimate.
He pulls himself away, my body cooling from the loss of contact, and stands up tugging his boxers off his hips and to the floor.
“I want to eat you out all night, babe, but I have to have you now,” he admits, making me smirk.
His cock stands erect, swollen, and ready for the taking. I love Bobby’s dick. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It angles upward just slightly, so when he fucks me, the head always hits my g-spot perfectly. Nothing I have ever had compares to his cock, the best orgasms of my life have come from him. There is no denying that Bobby knows his way around a woman’s body, and his skill in-between the sheets is flawless.
He grabs a hold of my knees, his mouth trailing up my leg, nipping at my inner thigh, and then kissing the sting his bite leaves behind. I run my hands up my chest, tweaking my nipples, wanting more and now.
“God, you’re beautiful when you feel yourself up,” he growls. “Touch your pussy,” Bobby demands, clutching his cock.
I slide my tongue along my bottom lip and lower my hands from my chest down over my stomach to my clit. I circle myself causing a burst of tingles to drum through me. My core clenches, craving Bobby’s dick.
“That’s it, baby,” Bobby replies huskily, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he sits back and watches. “Flip over,” Bobby instructs, his hands pushing on my side. My eyes snap from their lustful haze and widen with fear, my body tensing.
“What?” I ask, frazzled.
“Get on all fours,” he clarifies, his blue eyes at half-mast, heavy with want.
“Bobby, no,” I answer nervously, lifting on my elbows to sit up.
“Trust me,” he whispers, lowering himself and brushing his lips over my belly button. I turn my head away, my eyes landing on my closet. The closet that holds my past. I want to move forward, and Bobby is the only person in the world who I trust to help me do it.
I push off my elbows, and turn myself onto all fours, my body on full display for Bobby to see, for him to do what he wants. My body vibrates with tension, my heart picking up its pace. I close my eyes and see Travis flash before me. His angry eyes stare at me while I’m on my hands and knees trying to hold in my sobs as he paces the floor with a whip.
Bobby slides his hand over my ass cheek sensually, making me jump from my terrifying images. I look up and see myself in the mirror on the back of my dresser, Bobby sitting on his knees behind me. I didn’t even realize he climbed on the bed; I was so lost in my nightmare.
He caresses my ass cheeks with both of his hands, his rough touch savoring the feel of my silky skin. He slides his hands around the apex of my thighs, until his thumb hits my clit. He circles his thumb, his fingers sliding back and forth softly over my opening. It feels good, but I am too wound up and too scared to let myself feel anything more. Bobby presses his hard chest to my back, his lips brushing against my ear.