Did I get lucky or what?

When I showed her my hard on. It wasn’t to fuck her. It was to drive her away, it was to make her see me for who I am. But I don’t think she got it. I don’t think she understood me.

Because why she did next caught me off guard.

“How can I help?” She asked in a soft, seductive voice.

I felt heat rush down to my loin, my pulse racing.

Unaware of the torture she was causing me, she stepped closer. “I can take it from the back,” she licked her lips.

“Hmmm,” I groaned, still, I refused to loose control. “Go back to your room, Jess. Please…”

She pulled back, standing in front of me. Our eyes locked briefly and I thought she’d finally obey me.

She didn’t.

Instead, she slid down the strap of her nightie, slowly, seductively, teasing me with her cleavages.

“Jess…” my voice cracked, my breathing affected by the way my dick throbbed. “Jess, I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Hurt me,” she replied, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I want to see you try.”

“Jess, this isn’t games. I’m serious, you