I grasped the handle tightly pulling the car door open and stepped into the cab, knowing well enough what my intentions were for that night. I looked over to my right and saw him sitting down beside me, his eyes focused over mine and his lips looking more tender than ever.
“Let me help you with that,” he said reaching over to my seatbelt and casually brushing against my breasts. I smiled at him and placed the palm of my hand over his thigh, tracing my finger over his shorts and teasing him with my touch. For the past weeks I had only one thing on my mind, to rip his clothes off and get down on my knees for him. And it was finally about to happen.
Back when I first met Harry I didn’t think much of him. I thought he was a good looking guy, slightly taller than me with deep soulful eyes and a pair of pouty lips, but nothing that would make my world stop spinning. But the more time we spent together, the more attractive he became. His shyness was now stored away, and he brought out a side that I’d never thought he’d have. A dark side in him that would send anyone else running away, but all it did was pull me even closer. He infiltrated my mind and by the time I realised it, I was already captivated in his realm.
I fantasised about his fingers trailing down my belly and pressing against my clit, and I dreamed about having him inside me. I thought about how I’d let him take control of me, and how badly I wanted to please him. But I also knew that I was playing with fire.
See the thing about Harry was that he hung out with the troubled crowd. He was extremely smart and he could have chosen any other lifestyle, one where is life wouldn’t be put to the test every couple of weeks. But as he explained it, he wanted a rush in his life and he loved the thrill of running the streets, so he had no intention of stopping. To put it bluntly, Harry was one of the strongest drug lords around the country.
He rarely ever used any for himself, but he made sure to enjoy the lifestyle that came along with it. And that is what he wanted to give me, a life of luxury without attachments. I tried to stay away, I told myself over and over again that this was simply a bad idea but I couldn’t get him out of my head. So last night after we had a couple of drinks I asked him to take me home. I thought that if we’d hook up once I’d be able to get him out of my head, and move on with my life.
I opened the window and closed my eyes, allowing the warm summer breeze on to my face. For a moment there it felt like I was hypnotised. I felt weightless, and I forgot about all the consequences that this night would bring me. “We’re here.” He whispered, squeezing my hand.
The driver pulled over in front of a huge stunning villa, and Harry stepped out and around the car to open my door. He gave me his hand and led me into the house without saying anything. I walked behind him, following him through the hallway and across the living room where his friends sat playing poker. Then we came up to a huge tinted glass door, that led up to the terrace overlooking his neighbour’s lawn. He closed the door behind us and sat down on the couch before lighting up a cigarette, and I followed. I sat down on the chair in front of him, looking over his shoulder and trying to see what was going on inside.
“You can’t see anything through the glass,” he said with a carnal look in his eyes. “I value my privacy,” he continued, “so I got them tinted on purpose.”
I looked over his shoulder once more and then leaned onto my elbows allowing my breasts to fall forward and expose my cleavage. “Kiss me,” I whispered, as I licked my bottom lip and gently bit onto it. The carnal look in his eyes grew hungrier than ever as if he was trying to picture the curves underneath my clothes. He took one more breath from his cigarette before shoving it into the ashtray, and exhaling the smoke through his pursed lips.
His body was leaning back against the couch, one arm on the side and his legs spread open almost like he was inviting me in. But his thoughts weren’t as clear, I could see that he wanted to have me, yet something was pulling him away, restraining him and telling him not to act on his desire. So I moved closer to him, placing my hands on the couch in between his legs and bringing my face a few inches away from his.
“Please,” I begged him. “Just kiss me.”
“Not tonight,” he said shaking his head. “You’re drunk.”
“I had a few drinks, but I’m not drunk. And I know what I want.” I insisted, slightly annoyed that he was trying to turn me down.
“Oh, do you now? And what is it that you want from me tonight?” he asked, moving his palm over my cheek.
“I want to have you. I want you to kiss me, now.” I begged
“I like you a lot, and there’s so many things I wish I could do to you right now, but I don’t want you to get hurt. You know my lifestyle, you shouldn’t be getting involved with me.”
I got frustrated that he turned me down like that, so I leaned back into my chair and put my feet up on the edge of it hugging my knees. Then I tilted my head backwards and sighed, taking a minute to process what he just said. But the few drinks I had gave me a little too much confidence, I took a deep breath, sat up straight and looked straight into his eyes,
“You know what?” I started off with an irritated voice, “I had no intention what so ever to fall for you. I didn’t want you, I wish I don’t want you. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this right now, but for some reason I’m here. I don’t give two shits about all of your issues, and about why we shouldn’t be hooking up. You don’t get to play me like that, and then shrug me off when I fall for you! I’m not some game that you..”
Before I had time to finish off my sentence, Harry grabbed the bottom of my chair and pulled me against the sofa. He placed his hand over the side of my neck and moved his face against mine, allowing our lips to brush against each other. But I didn’t move. I stayed right there feeling the warmth of his breath on my cheeks. Feeling his hands caressing my neck until finally he pressed his lips over mine.
Gently and softly as if time had stopped moving. In all my fantasies I pictured him grabbing my hair and pushing up against the wall. I thought he’d hold my wrists above my head and bite my neck, but instead a sense of calmness and relief came through his kiss.
We parted our lips slightly, enough to observe each other’s expression and I could see the lust inside his eyes. He wanted to have me, so I moved over from my chair and sat down on his lap. Placing my knees on either side of his hips and gently started to grind his crotch as we continued to kiss. Suddenly there was no more tension around us. Both of us seemed to have melted and fused into one motion, rocking, kissing and teasing.
I looked up and gazed through the glass door where his friends were still playing, “are you sure they can’t see us?” I asked him worried that they could walk out on us any minute. “It’s as blurry as your eyesight underwater.” He replied, bringing my attention back to him, “we’ll be fine. Besides I’m sure they’d enjoy the show if they had to come out.” A daring smile took over his face, careless about any of the consequences that would follow if we get caught in the act.
He moved fingers down my neck and slid them in between my breasts, gently cupping one of my breasts before taking it out of my dress. I gasped in excitement, the feeling of being exposed out on the terrace like that while his friends were just mere meters away from us gave me a rush. Harry placed his lips onto my nipple and started to suck around it and over it. Squeezing my breast in his palm, and flicking my nipple with his tongue. Then he slid his hand into my dress again, and exposed my right breast, repeating the same touch and getting my nipples as hard as stone.
When he was satisfied with that, he moved his lips back up to me and his fingers down to my clit. Rubbing in circles and pressing hard against my swollen nub. It didn’t take long before my thong was soaked up in juices, but Harry wasn’t pleased just yet. “Get up,” he ordered pushing me back against the wall. He pinned up against the wall with his left hand, licked his right fingers and gently slid them into my wet pussy. Parting my lips and pushing his fingers through, stretching me out and picking up the pace. He curled his three fingers in and started to fuck me with them. Hard. Pressing them against my tender walls and watching me gasp for air.
That was exactly what I had dreamed about, this side of him. He pressed my shoulders harder into the wall and continued to finger me until my juices covered his hand and dripped down my legs. “Turn around,” he said, lifting my dress up over my hips and bending me against the wall. He slapped my ass hard, giving me a stinging feeling all over my butt cheek, pushed my thong to the side and slid in his hard cock.
I’ve had my fair share of guys in my life, but he was one of the biggest I’ve ever had. He pushed himself into me and grabbed my hips rocking himself in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. I could hear his friends’ laughter through the door, but no one came out as he continued to fuck me senselessly. I stood up on my toes trying to reach up comfortably to his hips and pushed my hands against the wall giving him space to fuck me as deeply as he wanted. I could feel his tip hitting over my favourite spot and his thickness stretching me out. Hammering himself inside me and bringing me over the edge to my first orgasm.
My legs shook as the feeling of climax took over my body, and made my pussy even wetter. I scrunched up my face and filled my lungs up with air, before turning around to kiss him. Wrapping my hands around his waist and losing control of my thoughts. “Get down on your knees,” he said holding his hard cock in his hands and carefully rubbing his fingers over it.
I kneeled down in front of him and wrapped my fingers over his throbbing member before taking him inside my mouth. Sealing my lips around his tip and sucking out the precum that had shot out. I sucked his tip again until I was happy enough to take him all inside my mouth, pushing his cock against my throat and gagging over his length. My eyes started to water as I kept alternating between sucking his tip and gagging over his shaft.
As I looked up I could see his eyebrows fuzzle and his eyes begging me to make him cum. I wrapped my hands around his cock and started to massage his length, covering every inch that he had to offer. “Cum inside my mouth,” I breathed, “I’m all yours tonight.” I stuck my tongue out licking his cock, and he continued to jerk off his cock until he shot bitter cum into my mouth. And with one big gulp, I swallowed it all, then I took him into my mouth again and softly sucked his cock until he was dry.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants and fell onto the couch, patting his hand onto the side inviting me to sit next to him. I licked my lips and fixed my dress before collapsing next to him on the couch, leaning my head onto his shoulders and just seconds later the door slid open.
“Harry there’s someone at the door for you,” said his friend.
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