chapter 3

His home was magnificent. Nicely decorated far more properly for a bachelor, the glass mansion was elaboratly designed it had no hanged pictures except some few paintings on the wall. As much as I'd have loved to explore the entire house in all it's magnitude, I didn't think that was a proper thing to do.

He led me into the living room and headed straight to the mini bar, "care for a drink?" He turned to face me when he plucked out a bottle of whiskey.

"Why don't we just get down to business instead?" I drawled out seductively.

His lips twisted back into what would have been called a smile, " we will. But first Lizzie, we have to talk."

Stepping out of my heels I flicked my hair to a side and slowly began to unzip my dress. I swayed my hips in a perfect rhythm as I approached him. I pushed him back against the bar counter my hand rested on his chest and my lips slowly kissed his jaw.

"Talk about what?" I asked hoarsely.

He rested the bottle back on it's shelf and his hand curled around my waist when he pulled me towards him. He leaned forward and nuzzled my neck with his lips, his other hand stroking my hair lazily.

"I love interactive sex. You tell me your wishes and I'll try my best to fulfill them," he spoke gruffly, his voice thick with lust.

"Are you some sort of genie in a bottle?" I chuckled.

He inhaled and scraped his teeth along my neck earning a shudder from me. His hand stroked my bare back and he unsnapped my bra with a hand.

"Sadly, no. I'm much more than a genie. I find pleasure in keeping women sexually satisfied,"

"That sounds kinda creepy." I whispered when he sucked on my neck. My breathing harsh i was sure it would leave a hickey. I tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"Does it?" He asked. Pushing a knee between my thighs.

"Hm–hmm," i mumbled. His hand slowly took of my dress and bra. As it fell off my body leaving me half unclad before him he cupped my now exposed breast. Gently flicking a thumb over the sensitive nub that pebbled under his touch.

I moaned, 

My legs became mushy and heat flooded my pants, increasing the intensity of the need to be relieved. He pulled my body forward, allowing me to straddle his knee.

"Tell me your fantasies," he rasped.

"wild, and–hmph!" I yelped when he pinched my nipple with two fingers.

"I thought so," with that, he scooped me off the floor and I clinched my legs around his waist. He turned towards the stairs and headed up to a room.

Placing his thumb on a fingerprint sensor on a door, the room clicked open. He walked in, shut the door behind him and tossed me on the bed. My hands flailed in the air and I landed on the bed with a squeak.

The room had no pictures and no paintings except a king sized bed, a table and a chair. I knew there was no way this was his own room. 

He leaned to a side, his head tilted and his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. His eyes slowly drank up every inch of me slowly. Since he'd ditched his glasses in the car I finally saw how beautiful his honey–brown eyes were.

He pulled his shirt over his shoulders and tossed it to a side. His hand began to undo his belt and I leaned up on my elbows to admire his spectacular body.

Beautiful,

Was an understatement. He was the real definition of perfect male. His shoulders were broad and his pecs were firm. His abs flexed when he pulled out his belt. His gaze held mine, increasing the gush of liquid between my legs.

Finally he succeeded in taking the jeans off and there I knew how men felt when women strip teased in front of them. I couldn't stop the needy moan that escaped my mouth. He pulled at the bands of his briefs, not taking them off but I could already have a glimpse of what was expected.

"You're clean right? on pills?" He forced out. His voice growly. I watched how his pupils dilated completely.

Fuck,

I knew his eyes mirrored mine because he was as turned on as I was.

"I am," I nodded.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, lifting his brows.

"I am. Are you?"

He nodded, "I'm clean, trust me."

I was clean and a part of me believed he also was. Strange, but I trusted this stranger.

With that, he shrugged off his boxer shorts and stepped out of it. Holy fuck! He was huge. The velvety head of his dick glistened with precum and thick veins ran down the length and girth of his shaft. He had to be like a nine or a ten. Had me wondering how something that big was going to fit inside of me.

His cock twitched and my hand instinctively traveled towards my core and I stroked through the now soaked thong. He grunted, his nostrils flared and his hand squeezed his rock hard member. Our breathing became more heavy and ragged.

I moaned softly when my thumb pressed on my clit and he climbed behind me, pushing me down on the bed. His hand grabbed mine and pinned it above my head before his lips clashed with mine again. Just like he'd kissed me in the car, it was gentle but yet domineering.

His tongue trailed across the seams of my lips before skillfully mingling with mine, abruptly his lips broke away from mine and his head dipped down, with a loud groan, his mouth descended on my hard bud.

Gasping, I arched my back forward when he licked and flicked his tongue over my sensitive nipple. His knees pushed mine apart and his hand slid into the black lace thong I wore. His hand found my hot button and he pressed.

"Shit!" I moaned out.

Squirming beneath him, his weight pressed me down and his tongue continued it's assult on my nipple. He had focused on one for too long and the other was starting to feel jealous.

"Touch all of me, please!" I cried out and he hummed.

Suddenly he pulled the thong, ripping it of me. I winced when the band snapped against my skin. He gently rubbed the part where it stung. After he was sure he'd thoroughly lavished said breast, he finally moved to the other one. He slid two fingers inside of me and I whined. My chest heaved as i bucked against his fingers when he thrusted fast my walls clenched tight around him.

"I need to feel you clench that way around me when I'm inside you," he groaned out.