Seize Me
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“Real tits or are they fake?”
This one should offend me too, but they’re large and perky so I can see why he would ask that.
“What do you—?” Startled by his touch, my words are lost. His thumbs caress my ni**les as his hands cup my boobs. All too soon, his magnificent hands are gone.
“Real,” he whispers into my ear.
My breath catches in my throat as his hands move to the globes of my behind. I shiver. This is almost too much.
“Why the fascination with me?” I breathe.
“I’ve never seen something so damn sexy that looked like an Angel,” he murmurs in my other ear as his teeth graze my lobe. Something cold and hard is on his lip. Please be a lip piercing, please.
“It’s just a body,” I squeak.
“Just a body my ass. You’re every man’s fantasy baby, and you know it. Long flowing brown locks.” He tugs on my hair. “Gold eyes, pouty lips, that perfect nose.” He taps. “Even your ears are sexy. You have abs, but yours are sexy and not too muscular. Your ass, oh your ass baby, plump and firm and yet it jiggles beautifully.” His voice drips with desire. Oh yes please, I want. I want. I f**king want.
“I can smell you again.”
I throw my hands up frustrated.
“What the hell do you expect? You’re turning me on. This isn’t fair at all.”
“Not to mention you’re fiercely ballsy. You’re not afraid of me are you, Angel? Because anyone else who knows who I am wouldn’t speak to me like that,” he chuckles.
“I don’t f**king know you, but I do know you’re pissing me off.”
“Time for bed baby, c’mon.” He grabs my hand.
What in the hell? How am I supposed to sleep in a stranger’s room? And I’m high again.
“And tomorrow I’m gonna pound the shit outta your cunt for talking to me like that.”
I gasp. He can’t be for real. The bastard hasn’t let me touch him or see him, and he thinks I’m gonna let him screw me?
“But for now I’m tired; I’ve been partying all day. I’m getting f**king old,” he jokes.
“You’re not old,” I whisper as he covers me up. I hear the light switch, and then the bed dips next to me. He won’t touch me, but I can feel how close he is.
“I know Angel, I know. Now sleep,” he whispers.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep next to a stranger and on a high, but somehow my body gives way and I fall fast asleep.
4
I wake up with the light shining through the window, and I almost forget where I’m at until a soft but rough tongue swipes at my core. I freeze when he chuckles, sending a vibration through my entire body. “I’m hungry.” I squeeze my eyes closed as his voice smoothes over my folds. I don’t want to open them and risk losing this feeling that’s coming over me. I’ve yet to see his face, and I’m pushing that aside so that I can get that orgasm I’ve been wanting for so long.
“Aren’t ya gonna look at me, sweetness?”
“No,” I moan as his thumb swipes at my clit.
“Why?” Braxxon chuckled.
“Because, oh don’t stop… please don’t stop!”
Lightning bolts shoot through my body as stars dance in the blackness behind my closed eyelids. I’ve never experienced such as cosmic release in all my life. I tighten against his fingers as he works my clit with his teeth.
“Angel, look at me,” he demands.
“No!”
I can’t look at him. It’ll ruin it; I just know it will. I don’t want this moment to end. Somehow, my fingers grasp his hair as I protest because he’s starting to pull away. Before I can voice my displeasure, he flips me on my tummy and pushes my knees underneath me. He didn’t even wince when my fingers caught some of his hair.
There is no warning for the next assault. His length and width stretch me wide open as he slams into me.
A sharp hiss breaks through his clenched teeth when I let a long throaty moan escape my lips.
“Fuck,” he shouts, pounding me hard.
My toes begin to curl as my body scoots higher and higher on the bed until finally my head bumps the wall. Braxxon’s large hand slaps me on the ass before gripping my hips tightly with his fingers. I know it’ll bruise, but I can’t think about that as I begin to shake and burrow my head into the pillow, screaming out his name.
I feel nothing but hard muscle pushing against me as his tongue works the back of my neck all the way down my spine and stops in the small dip above my ass where he sucks and licks me until I can’t remember my own name.
“Come,” he says hoarsely.
“I can’t,” I groan.
“Yes… You… Can.”
His arm wraps around my neck as he lifts my body into his, bringing his other arm and hand to my front, working me as he slams into me.
“Oh god… harder,” I scream.
I know rockets are shooting off, and jets are taking off as the earth moves all around me. I cry out my release when Braxxon sinks his teeth into my earlobe. We collapse, his hand still underneath me and his sweaty body on mine. We’re huffing and trying to catch our breath. When my wits start coming back to me, I realize he didn’t wear a condom, and I make a mental note to go to the doctor. I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t stop anything else.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I force myself to look away from him. I’m entirely way to blissed out and satisfied. I know it must seem as if I’m shallow, but if you’re not attracted to someone, it can dampen everything, kind of like smothering a candle’s flame until the smoke dissipates. Braxxon turns my head to the side trying to coax me to look, but it doesn’t work. He must read something in my closed off expression because his lips smash hard against mine before he shoves my head into the bed, growling. The bed dips, and the sound of his footsteps echo around the room then I hear a shower turn on. I finally open my eyes. I wanna go and get in with him, but that means I would have to look at him. I’m contemplating all the reasons why I shouldn’t when I remember one significant thing.
This one should offend me too, but they’re large and perky so I can see why he would ask that.
“What do you—?” Startled by his touch, my words are lost. His thumbs caress my ni**les as his hands cup my boobs. All too soon, his magnificent hands are gone.
“Real,” he whispers into my ear.
My breath catches in my throat as his hands move to the globes of my behind. I shiver. This is almost too much.
“Why the fascination with me?” I breathe.
“I’ve never seen something so damn sexy that looked like an Angel,” he murmurs in my other ear as his teeth graze my lobe. Something cold and hard is on his lip. Please be a lip piercing, please.
“It’s just a body,” I squeak.
“Just a body my ass. You’re every man’s fantasy baby, and you know it. Long flowing brown locks.” He tugs on my hair. “Gold eyes, pouty lips, that perfect nose.” He taps. “Even your ears are sexy. You have abs, but yours are sexy and not too muscular. Your ass, oh your ass baby, plump and firm and yet it jiggles beautifully.” His voice drips with desire. Oh yes please, I want. I want. I f**king want.
“I can smell you again.”
I throw my hands up frustrated.
“What the hell do you expect? You’re turning me on. This isn’t fair at all.”
“Not to mention you’re fiercely ballsy. You’re not afraid of me are you, Angel? Because anyone else who knows who I am wouldn’t speak to me like that,” he chuckles.
“I don’t f**king know you, but I do know you’re pissing me off.”
“Time for bed baby, c’mon.” He grabs my hand.
What in the hell? How am I supposed to sleep in a stranger’s room? And I’m high again.
“And tomorrow I’m gonna pound the shit outta your cunt for talking to me like that.”
I gasp. He can’t be for real. The bastard hasn’t let me touch him or see him, and he thinks I’m gonna let him screw me?
“But for now I’m tired; I’ve been partying all day. I’m getting f**king old,” he jokes.
“You’re not old,” I whisper as he covers me up. I hear the light switch, and then the bed dips next to me. He won’t touch me, but I can feel how close he is.
“I know Angel, I know. Now sleep,” he whispers.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep next to a stranger and on a high, but somehow my body gives way and I fall fast asleep.
4
I wake up with the light shining through the window, and I almost forget where I’m at until a soft but rough tongue swipes at my core. I freeze when he chuckles, sending a vibration through my entire body. “I’m hungry.” I squeeze my eyes closed as his voice smoothes over my folds. I don’t want to open them and risk losing this feeling that’s coming over me. I’ve yet to see his face, and I’m pushing that aside so that I can get that orgasm I’ve been wanting for so long.
“Aren’t ya gonna look at me, sweetness?”
“No,” I moan as his thumb swipes at my clit.
“Why?” Braxxon chuckled.
“Because, oh don’t stop… please don’t stop!”
Lightning bolts shoot through my body as stars dance in the blackness behind my closed eyelids. I’ve never experienced such as cosmic release in all my life. I tighten against his fingers as he works my clit with his teeth.
“Angel, look at me,” he demands.
“No!”
I can’t look at him. It’ll ruin it; I just know it will. I don’t want this moment to end. Somehow, my fingers grasp his hair as I protest because he’s starting to pull away. Before I can voice my displeasure, he flips me on my tummy and pushes my knees underneath me. He didn’t even wince when my fingers caught some of his hair.
There is no warning for the next assault. His length and width stretch me wide open as he slams into me.
A sharp hiss breaks through his clenched teeth when I let a long throaty moan escape my lips.
“Fuck,” he shouts, pounding me hard.
My toes begin to curl as my body scoots higher and higher on the bed until finally my head bumps the wall. Braxxon’s large hand slaps me on the ass before gripping my hips tightly with his fingers. I know it’ll bruise, but I can’t think about that as I begin to shake and burrow my head into the pillow, screaming out his name.
I feel nothing but hard muscle pushing against me as his tongue works the back of my neck all the way down my spine and stops in the small dip above my ass where he sucks and licks me until I can’t remember my own name.
“Come,” he says hoarsely.
“I can’t,” I groan.
“Yes… You… Can.”
His arm wraps around my neck as he lifts my body into his, bringing his other arm and hand to my front, working me as he slams into me.
“Oh god… harder,” I scream.
I know rockets are shooting off, and jets are taking off as the earth moves all around me. I cry out my release when Braxxon sinks his teeth into my earlobe. We collapse, his hand still underneath me and his sweaty body on mine. We’re huffing and trying to catch our breath. When my wits start coming back to me, I realize he didn’t wear a condom, and I make a mental note to go to the doctor. I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t stop anything else.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I force myself to look away from him. I’m entirely way to blissed out and satisfied. I know it must seem as if I’m shallow, but if you’re not attracted to someone, it can dampen everything, kind of like smothering a candle’s flame until the smoke dissipates. Braxxon turns my head to the side trying to coax me to look, but it doesn’t work. He must read something in my closed off expression because his lips smash hard against mine before he shoves my head into the bed, growling. The bed dips, and the sound of his footsteps echo around the room then I hear a shower turn on. I finally open my eyes. I wanna go and get in with him, but that means I would have to look at him. I’m contemplating all the reasons why I shouldn’t when I remember one significant thing.
