Chapter ５

She grabs my head and drags my lips to hers. I'll kiss her soon. As our eyelids shut, our lips part and tongues contact. Her tongue on mine makes me happy.

She quickly pulls back.

She says, "I'll meet you outside." As she walks out, her hips bounce and her cheeks flex.

I can't wait for more.

I never believed I'd set foot in a luxury condo. I'm in One57's elevator with the stunning Paul Caspar. I don't pay much attention to the place's beauty. When he opens his door, just sex is on my thoughts. 

When I hear his door close, I'm on him. I spin around and kiss him. My spirit boils as we kiss. Once I taste the Devil's lips, I'm condemned. I'm his for the taking.

My tongue dances around his as I part my lips slightly. His long fingers are on my hips. We kiss recklessly, my fingers disheveling his hair as my pulse races. I trace the tight lines of his jaw, the warmth of his flesh appealing to me.

"I'll fuck you," he says, grabbing my neck and pulling back my hair. I lock my eyes on his and stop breathing as he speaks. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't remember your name."

Each syllable from his mouth is like heroin, numbing my head. I attempt to respond but can only mouth a nervous "yes." He advances and pushes me against the wall. My heart is pounding so rapidly I half-expect it to escape my chest.

"You're mine." He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "Right now, you're mine." As his gaze engulf me, my heart and lungs race. Impatient with my silence, he yanks on my hair, his lips hardening. "

With his steely gaze on me, my brain shuts down and my unconscious thoughts escape.

My voice sounds strange when I say, "I'm yours."

"You are," he smiles, his curled lips making him even more handsome. "Do what I say."

I repeat, my lips drying, "I'll do anything you say." As my tongue dries out, my pussy becomes wetter than ever.

Still holding my hair, he brushes his fingertips on the area above my right knee on the hem of my dress. His fingers creep up my calf, slowly lowering my clothing. As he draws closer to my pussy, I become wetter, my desire growing. I nearly grab his wrist and shove his hand against my pussy, but I'm so intrigued by his touch I remain motionless, the ideal victim to his tormenting.

Unblinking, I gaze into his eyes as his fingers press in on my groins. Instead of going for it, he traces my thong with his index finger, moving over both my groins without touching my pussy. Unconsciously, I buck my hips at his, craving his touch. H e yanks my hair again from under my dress.

"Stand motionless," he says deviously. Nodding, I purge my lips. Instantly, his hand is beneath my dress, his index finger moving down my flesh. It feels like a lifetime, yet it's really just a minute. When your underwear is drenched with juice, time flies. Then he flattens his palm across my thong. His fingers on my pussy make me gasp. I toss my head back and shut my eyes, feeling numb everywhere.

Paul rubs my hot pussy lightly. As he does it, I whimper and my world fades away. His touch on my labia and thong makes my head burst.

"You're so wet," he adds, stroking my soaked lips. It's awesome.

I mumble, "Please," without knowing what I want. I want him to drive his cock past my inner lips and into my pussy. I want everything immediately.

Before I can respond, he splits my inner lips and glides his finger in, hooking it in that wonderful area. He pushes harder on my G-spot as I moan again. I'm so crazed with want I don't know how I'm standing.

Each time his hand moves, the beat grows. Soon his finger moves so rapidly I stop moaning and simply attempt to breathe through the avalanche of feelings. He lets go of my hair and rubs his thumb across my clit, causing me to groan again.

He takes me to the brink with his thumb and index finger, then throws me off with a word.

He says "Come" into my ear. 

I shut my eyes again, inhaling through clinched teeth as my muscles tighten and harden, stress gathering in every fiber of my existence. My muscles release tension as I scream with tremendous ecstasy. My voice quakes when he stops moving his finger and rubs my G-spot with the skill of a guy who knows women too well.

I tremble as he pulls his finger from my pussy and stares at me.

"Just a taste," he smiles, his lovely mischief driving me crazy. "Much more... ." As he says, he puts his finger inside me against my lips. My own pussy's aroma fills my nose, and I open my lips slowly to let him in. My mouth licks it dry of my own secretions as he slips it in. After tasting myself, I want more than to be fingered. How else can he make me feel this way with one finger ? Judging by his gaze, I'll know shortly.

I grab for his crotch, eager to feel what he's hiding inside. When my hand is an inch away, he grips my wrist.

"Not yet," he says, releasing my wrist and stepping back. 

I moisten my lips, eager to deserve it. I can't believe I'm letting him dominate me like a naïve girl... He's intoxicating.

Paul steps back, loosens his tie, and opens the first button of his shirt while he scans my physique. I feel him eating my nude flesh, and I know he wants more.

"Turn around," he says firmly. As soon as his words touch my eardrums, I look away, my heart thumping harder. "Pull it down. Slowly."