by Wolf, Alex
They always tried to maintain some dignity. Played it off like they didn’t notice.
It won’t work, mystery girl. You are mine.
I tapped her on the shoulder.
She stopped dancing and looked up at me. “Yeah?”
Even her voice was sexy as fuck. I could already hear it screaming my name later.
“Come on.” I took her by the hand. Women like men that take charge. Confidence is key.
Her head snapped back, and she gave her friend a helpless shrug. “I shouldn’t leave my friend back there.”
“Right.”
“Hey.” She said it to try and slow me down, but the grin on her face told me otherwise.
“She’s an adult. Doesn’t need a babysitter.”
She stopped and folded her arms over her chest. It pushed her tits up, and I wanted to grab hold of them, just to see what they felt like; how they’d fit in my palms.
Later.
I held out my hand. “We both know this is gonna happen.”
“Really?” She half-smiled. “What makes you so sure?”
I stalked back over to her and leaned into her ear. “I saw the way you’ve been looking at me. I’m doing exactly what you want. It’s natural you’d be in shock right now, second-guessing, because you’ve never had a man take control like this before. You’ve only read about it in books and seen it in movies. Fight it all you want, but it’s going to happen.” I exhaled down her neck and lingered for a quick second, before straightening back up and staring straight into her eyes.
She gave me a look that said, who are you?
I held my hand out. “One chance is all you get.”
She glanced back at her friend, and then her eyes darted back to mine.
She reached out and took my hand. I smiled.
Too easy.
She moved in close, and I pulled her harder into me. “I saw you earlier. You’re a talented dancer.”
She blushed and at the same time smacked me on the chest.
“What was that for?”
“You just say—things.”
“Goddamn right I do.”
She danced around me, and we kept in time to the music. Before long, her ass was bucking up against me in that tight skirt, and I said thank you to God in my mind on at least two occasions.
After two ass-grinding, up-tempo songs, a slow one started.
She stopped dancing. “I really should be getting back.”
“Nice try. She’s a little busy already.” I gestured toward her friend.
She was dancing with a guy of her own.
Mystery girl glanced over and mumbled, “That bitch.” Her head snapped up to meet my gaze.
I smirked.
“I guess she doesn’t need me after all.” She moved in closer and I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her hands laced up around my neck and she looked away from me. Her body trembled in my hands, but I didn’t comment. She was nervous. Something inside of me liked that—liked it a lot.
“What’s your name?”
Her soft eyes looked up at me. “Rory.”
“Hunter.”
After a few moments of nervous tension, she melted into my arms.
Too easy.
“I’m not so bad, am I?”
“Not bad at all.” Her eyes widened at her admission. “I mean, umm, this is nice.”
She was so close I could feel her heart thumping against me. For some reason, mine was beating equally as fast. My friend hadn’t lied. I did enjoy my fair share of women in my bed, but Rory seemed different than most of the women I fucked. There was something about her.
Red flags went up everywhere. The last thing I needed was to have feelings for a woman. The chase was fun, but after that, they were nothing but problems. Always trying to change you. Lying to get whatever they wanted. Fuck that. I loved my life, and I wasn’t about to give up my ways.
I stared down at Rory and her tight body, though, and I had to get her naked in my bed. There was no escaping that. My cock simply wouldn’t allow it.
A strand of her hair fell over her eye, and I pushed it behind her ear.
She practically nuzzled into my palm.
“You have beautiful eyes.” A lame line, but it always worked. “I’m sure you hear that all the time.”
She beamed. “Not enough.”
Like I said.
“Anyone tell you that you’re a charmer?”
“No, I’m usually shy around women.”
She smacked me on the chest again, in a way that said, please fuck me now.
I ran my hand to the small of her back, as close to her ass as possible without copping a feel. “You single?”
She moved in closer, so close I could feel her breath on my chin. “Define single.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Married?”
She shook her head.
“Living with someone?”
More head shaking.
Each time I asked a question, she inched closer. Before long, her tits were pressed against my chest, and my cock took note. I looked down and I could see the top of her cleavage. My dick went from six to midnight. “Committed relationship?”
She seemed to think about that, but then slowly shook her head.
I leaned down to her ear, and asked the question that would decide the fate of my cock for the evening. “Is there anyone that would keep you from going to my place right now?”
Her pulse thrummed faster on her neck. Her body tensed ever so slightly, and her cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink.
She had a decent poker face, but I knew my question made her wet.
“Umm.” She looked away, seemingly trying to buy some extra time for a response. “I don’t—” Her words trailed off.
Her eyes made their way back to mine, and she stared up at me, as if asking me to answer the question for her. Which was silly. Obviously, I’d never cock-block myself. Especially when the target was as hot as her. I didn’t answer. I just smirked and raised an eyebrow that said, well?
She gave me a cute little fast nod. “Fuck it.”
My fingers dug into her hips, harder than I needed to. But, I wanted to set the tone of the evening. She needed to know who was in charge once she said yes. I raked my gaze up and down her body, and then leaned into her ear once more. “Oh, I plan to.” I exhaled warm breath right into her ear, and down her neck. “More than once.”
“Oh my God.”
I don’t think she meant for me to hear her whisper that last part. It came out low and on a gasp.
I pulled back and she nodded again. She held up a finger and walked over to her friend. The friend glanced over at me, then they both grinned at each other.
A few seconds later, we headed toward the door. I led her to my car, but she stopped about five feet away and gawked. “This is yours?”
“Like it?”
“Holy shit.”
I couldn’t blame her. This was always the reaction I got. The car got me nearly as much ass as I got on my own. She walked slowly around taking it all in.
I drove a 1970 Charger, jet black, 426 Hemi V-8.
I opened the passenger side door.
“Oh my God.” She slid into the seat, and I closed the door.
My eyes roamed up to the sky to say a quick ‘thank you’ to the gods, and I got in the driver’s seat.
Then, it was the moment of truth. My favorite part—the look on their face when I fired it up. It always foreshadowed the face they’d make later when they came on my dick.
“How will I get my car?”
“I’ll bring you back.” I answered her almost immediately. Couldn’t allow trivial questions to interfere with the events about to transpire.
Her hand tightened on the door when she saw me about to turn the key. I fired it up. The engine came to life and rumbled under the hood. The whole car shook, and if I was a betting man, I’d say the vibrations had her pussy ready to fuck already.
“Holy shit.” Her chest heaved up an
d down with slow, deep breaths.
She glanced over at me, and she had the look—the fuck-me eyes.
I was about to show her a night she would never forget.
* * *
When we pulled up to my house, she gave me the same look as when she saw the car. “You live here?”
“This is home, yes.” I entered a passcode on the gate and it creaked when it swung open. Her eyes were big like saucers. I couldn’t wait to see her on her knees, staring up at me with them while I fucked her mouth. She was different from the girls I usually brought home. Most of them agreed to keep me company after they’d already estimated my net worth.
I liked that about her. She was ready to be wild, whether I was a billionaire or living paycheck to paycheck. Rory didn’t seem to have expectations. Her surprise appeared genuine.
We wove down my long driveway, and I parked next to the Mercedes.
“Yours too?” She glanced over.
“I’m the only one who lives here. Well, besides the maid. It’s not hers though.”
“You have a maid?”
I smiled. Couldn’t wait for her to see the inside of the place. She started for her door handle but I held up a hand, then got out and opened it for her.
She stepped out and grinned. “A gentleman too?”
I shrugged. “Mom raised me right.” My hand found her lower back and I guided her up to the door. I took out my keys and stepped ahead of her. Her eyes darted around, taking everything in. I opened the door for her and let her step inside first.
“Want a tour?” I followed her in.
Her palms slid down the front of her thighs. Good, she was nervous. She should be. I liked her that way. She didn’t seem like the kind of girl that’d go home with a guy like this, but it was none of my concern. She was an adult. It was her decision. I had to respect that.
“Yeah. Umm, that’d be nice.”
“This is the kitchen.” I held a palm out at the room, granite countertops on the island, Viking range. I had no idea how to use any of it, but it came with the place.
“Are you sure. There’s a refrigerator. Odd that you’d keep that in the kitchen.” She grinned.
“That smart mouth is gonna get you in trouble.”
Her pulse sped up on her neck. I grinned like the devil. She swallowed audibly. I wanted to bend her over the island and spank her little ass, but I figured the bedroom would be more fun.
I showed her each room, watching how nervous she was. If she only knew what was about to come. The build-up was part of the fun anyway. I planned to fuck her so hard she screamed. But, I also had a plan of how to push her to that point. She was far too hot not to enjoy.
I showed her a bathroom and a couple guestrooms, along with the maid’s room during the day.
We walked toward the last door at the end of the hallway. I observed everything about her. She kept clenching her palms into fists, curling her fingers. They had to be clammy. She inhaled sharply as we made our way in front of the door.
I pushed it open. “Master bedroom.”
She stepped inside the room. I walked up behind her, so close my cock was just inches from her ass. I leaned down next to her ear. “What do you think?” I exhaled my warm words down her neck.
She gulped, but didn’t turn around. “It’s beautiful.”
“Because of what’s standing in it.” My hands slid up each side of her arms.
A shiver ripped up her spine, and her whole body tensed in the best kind of way. Her eyes closed as my hands made it to her shoulders.
“Umm, what do you want to do?” She inhaled a deep breath when I exhaled into her ear again.
I reached under her arms and palmed both of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and I squeezed both of her tits. “You. All fucking night long.”
“Oh my God.” Her words came out on a gasp.
I squeezed one of her nipples tight between my thumb and forefinger.
“Shit.” She gasped.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes.” She said the word immediately, without even thinking.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” One of my hands slid down over her shirt, and down between her thighs. Fuck, she was so hot already. “Knew it.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I smiled at her attempt to goad me. There wasn’t any need for it, but she could have her fun. Whatever worked for her.
“Every scenario that’s running through your mind right now, Rory?”
“Mmhmm.” She arched her back, nodding, shoving her body harder into my hands.
“They don’t even come close.” I pinched her nipple through her shirt again.
She winced, and then breathed out a hiss. “Oh my God.”
I wanted to yank her skirt down, smack her ass, and shove my cock to the hilt. It was hard to restrain myself, but I had to. I needed to tease her, let the tension build in her body. It’d be that much sweeter and oh so intense when she came undone on my dick. Or, on my fingers, or my face—all of them if I wanted. I knew in that moment that she was mine. I owned her for the next few hours, and I would get everything I could out of her.
I squeezed her pussy, knowing no man had probably ever been rough with her—touched her the way she needed. “You know, you look so sweet, and innocent.” I pulled her hair back over her shoulder and let it fall to the side, exposing the soft flesh of her neck.
“I’m not that sweet.” She tried to use a calm voice, but her breaths were shallow, and her words needy. “Or innocent.”
I kept my mouth next to her ear and worked her over with my fingers, confident I could make her come, even through the fabric between us. “I know.” I licked from her neck up to her ear and nipped at the lobe. “It’s all for show, isn’t it? Underneath it all, you want me to bend you over and pull your hair, spank your tight little ass—don’t you?”
She inhaled a huge breath, her whole body tensing under my fingers. “Holy shit, you have a filthy mouth.”
“I’ll show you a filthy mouth, when you come all over it.”
“Jesus.”
I squeezed her pussy in my hand and yanked her ass into my erection. My free hand slid into her hair, and I made a fist in it. “Now undress for me, slowly, like a dirty little slut.”
I let go of her and backed up to a chair in the corner, my eyes never leaving her as she stood there with her eyes closed.
I sat down in the chair and watched. She slowly turned around to face me. Her eyes darted down to the outline of my rock-hard dick against my thigh. Fuck, my cock ached just staring at her.
Her fingers slid down to the hem of her shirt, and she took a step toward me, slowly pulling it up over her head. Her high, firm tits, bounced lightly and fell into place as she pulled it off. “This what you want?” She cupped them both in her hands, tweaking her nipples.
I ignored her question. “Turn around and pull your skirt off, slowly. I want to see how wet your cunt is for me.”
She froze, mid-stride—closed her eyes and took a huge breath.
“I didn’t say to stop.” I made a show of unbuttoning my jeans to give my dick some relief, but she’d have to work if she wanted to see it.
Her gaze roamed down to my crotch and then back up. That sweet little tongue of hers poked through her lips to wet them, then retreated. Jesus, she had no idea how sexy she was.
Slowly, she turned around and unbuttoned her skirt. If I didn’t pull my cock out soon, I might pass out. Her hips began to sway, back and forth, just a little. She bent over at the waist when she shimmied her skirt down over her hips.
“That’s good, right there.” Her ass was so perfect I wanted to bite it, smack it, fuck it—all at the same time. My head fell back against the chair, and I groaned, then snapped back up to make sure I didn’t miss a thing.
Her skirt landed in a pile around her feet, and one foot stepped out. She kicked them off to the side. I scanned her body, from her petite ankles, up the back of her calves a
nd thighs, to that sweet, tight ass.
“Touch your pussy.”
Her head turned and she bent over at the waist, her eyes locked onto mine. I stroked my cock over the top of my jeans. There was no way I could stare at her in panties without my hand on my dick.
She hesitated, just for a second.
“I’m waiting.”
Her eyes darted to my crotch, and her hand slid slowly up the inside of her thigh. Finally, it came in contact with her pussy, over the top of her panties. Her legs tensed the moment her finger tips began to stroke back and forth.
Light moans came out of her, and she started to work faster and harder.
“Come here.”
She raised up and walked over. My heart pounded harder with each step she took. Man, this woman did things to me, but there was no way I was going to tell her that. Right then, I was in control. And the fact was, she was way more nervous than me. I liked that.
I held up a hand to let her know to stop right in front of me.
“See something you like?” I stroked my shaft, just to see if I could get her to look down at my cock.
She nodded, barely.
“You want me to take it out, don’t you? You wanna see it.”
More nodding.
“Don’t move.” I stood up from the chair and walked slowly around her. I wanted to make sure I’d seen every inch of her body before she got to see any of me.
Her head turned back a little when I walked behind her.
“Eyes straight ahead.” I breathed down her neck again.
Goosebumps pebbled down the backs of her arms.
I trailed a finger down the side of her neck, all the way down her shoulders and back, and stopped right at the curve of her ass. She inhaled a huge breath.
My finger hooked inside the waist of her panties, and I yanked them up, hard. Rory hissed when they pulled tight up against her pussy. I went down to a knee, staring at the outline on the thin fabric.
“You wet for me?”
“God yes.”
“Show me.”
Her knees bent slightly, and she eased her panties down her thighs. I licked my lips involuntarily when her slick folds came into view. She finally let go, and her panties fell down around her feet. My hand started at her calves and I worked my fingers up to her inner thighs, gripping them with a firm hold. She winced and let out a gasp when I yanked them apart.