3. Far too gone

Abigail Hayes

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Taken by surprise, I stilled and he pulled back, looking into my eyes carefully. “I thought you wanted to fuck?” The question came out unsure. I was a straightforward person but it seemed like the man was worse than I was.

“Uh, yes.” I breathed out. “You just took me by surprise.”

He nodded once, as though all his moves were calculated. “Can I kiss you now?”

Instead of answering him, I put my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, connecting my lips to his. He took control of the kiss immediately. One of his hands found the back of my neck, angling my head better so he could kiss me deeply, while the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

The kiss was so intense that I could feel my panties soaking. If I had decided to go with my gut and not wear panties, I would have been embarrassing myself for the second time that night.

A moan escaped my mouth when he squeezed my ass but the ding of the elevator alerted us that we had reached our floor and he calmly pulled away from me, walking out like we hadn’t been kissing intensely just a minute ago.

Disoriented, I let out a breath and followed him, standing beside him as he swiped the key card. The door opened and we walked through.

“Do you want anything? Water? Wine?” He offered as he took off his suit jacket, leaving him in a black shirt.

I watched, transfixed, as he popped open the first two buttons and rolled up his sleeves.

“Abby.” He called out gently, breaking me from my trance. “I asked you a question.”

I frowned. I could barely remember what the question was. Seeing an inch of his chest had disoriented me even more. The man seemed like the type that worked out, not to impress women, but to keep their body how they liked it. I licked my lips to keep them wet. “What did you ask?”

A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth. I didn’t think he had smiled since I saw him downstairs and hearing him laugh seemed like a blessing. He looked twice more attractive with a smile. “Do you still want to drink?”

I shook my head. Staring at George was making me horny and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me. “I don’t want to.”

A quick nod. “Take off your dress for me.” He instructed, leaning against the table, arms folded across his chest as he watched me.

I was never shy during sex but the way this man was looking at me made me flustered. I turned around. “Can you undo my zip for me?”

A beat passed and another before I heard his footsteps approach me. I held my breath when I felt him behind me. His hands moved my hair in front of me, brushing my shoulders as he did so. I tried not to shiver and stayed rooted in place as he zipped it down. He didn’t touch it after that but took a step back. “Take it off.” I wanted to turn around, but his voice stopped me. “With your back turned to me.”

I nodded and slowly removed the dress.

When I went to remove my heels, his voice stopped me. “Leave the heels.”

I nodded again and found myself waiting for him to tell me to turn around. Dominant men turned me on and it was just my luck that I ran into one tonight. I was left in my panties and heels and the only thing that kept me sane was the fact that I couldn’t see the way he was looking at me.

I felt his presence behind me again and he turned my neck gently to bring his lips down on mine. His other hand traveled down my chest and cupped my left breast, squeezing harshly. “You seem like the type that listens to orders very well.” He pulled away slightly to say as he pitched my nipple in between his fingers.

I let out a cry, arching my back,

“I like it.” He added, the hand traveling further down south to cup me through my panties. “You’re fucking soaking, baby.” He muttered against my ear. “It would be so damn easy to slide my cock through your wet folds, but I want to have a taste of my meal first.”

Fuck. I thought dirty talking was overrated, but George’s words were doing things to me that I never thought were possible. I would gladly give myself to this man and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

He turned me around swiftly and I only had half a second to see the pure lust on his face before he dragged me to the bed and deposited me on it. “Spread your legs for me.”

Without waiting for me to react to his order, he focused on undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt and my mouth fell open when he removed his shirt and I saw how toned he truly was. His chest looked rock hard; all muscles and no fat.

“I told you to open your legs. I do not like repeating myself.”

“Sorry.” I squeaked out, realizing I’d been distracted again.

As soon as my legs were spread out, he covered his body with mine and took my lips into his again while his hands explored every part of my body. Soon enough, his mouth took over. He sucked on my neck, biting at intervals as if intentionally trying to leave a mark. I was too far gone to care.

I stayed under him as he continued to kiss down my body until his face was directly in front of my panties. He inhaled deeply and for some reason, the action made me blush. A second later, he was removing my panties with his teeth. When he had discarded the material, he looked up at me through his eyelashes. “Can you stay still for me?”

I couldn’t promise him that. “I can try.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He cooed as he wrapped both of his arms around my legs, keeping them spread. Then he leaned in and swiped his tongue across my slit.

My hips buckled in response.