The way he looks at me, though, doesn’t make me feel self-conscious about my weight, my body. If anything, he’s had enough experience that he can easily make me feel like I’m beautiful even if it’s not true.
His gaze makes me bold. And when his movements seem to drag on, I decide that two can play this game. I do something I might’ve never done if he were literally anyone else.
I spread my legs open and let my wet underwear on display.
Twelve
Noah
Motherfucker!
If I thought I could easily tame Andie Moore into submission, I was dead wrong. She’s a kitten with hidden claws that will strike when you least expect it.
You won’t find me complaining, though. If anything, it only makes my dick harder than it already is.
The wet patch on her purple lace panties and the smell of her arousal permeating through the air have me losing the control I pridemyself on. I rip apart my shirt, with an animalistic growl, the buttons flying across the room, falling God knows where.
Andie again proves me wrong by gleefully smiling at my wavering restraint instead of running away at the first sign of roughness.
In the next second, I’m dropping down to my knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed, making her squeal in surprise. She tends to do that a lot in my presence.
I plant her legs over my shoulders as she readjusts herself on her elbows, and her heated eyes drink up my naked chest, and I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I might puff it out just a little bit, loving the way they admire it.
My fingers lightly trail over her legs—legs with skin so fucking soft it should be criminal. Her chest rises and falls, her breath short as her pupils dilate, nearly swallowing the blue.
I replace my fingers with my lips and drop feather-light kisses from her ankle to her luscious thighs—thighs my hands are currently branding with their grip on them.
Her dress is bunched up at her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her wet panties. With my thumb, I trace her waistline, seeking herpermission, and she nods.
“When you’re with me, Andie,” I lean closer and blow on her lace-covered pussy, making her moan, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound ever. Apparently, my dick agrees with the way it wants to rip the pants apart and slide right into her.
“You use your words every time I ask you something,” I finish, my voice sounds husky even to my own ears. “Do you understand?” I blow once more, loving the way she writhes.
“Yes, please,” she mewls, her hips bucking from the bed, seeking friction as she tries to close her legs.
“You don’t get to come without my permission,” I growl, pushing out her legs and stopping her from closing them.
Her eyes flare with desire. “Inside the bedroom, I’m in charge. Alright?” I ask, being the greedy, filthy bastard that I am, and nuzzling my nose in her panties, taking a long drag of her arousal.
Fuck she smells like honey.
“Yes, okay,” her head falls back on a moan, pushing her pussy forward.
Satisfied with her quick submission, I praise her. “Good girl.”
Though when I let that pass my lips, I did not expect her to react the way she did. Her panties get wetter if possible, and her elbows finally give out as she falls back on the bed, her sexy moan reverberating.
“I think…I think I came a little,” she whispers, her voice laden with lust.
Fuck me!
Andie Moore likes to be dominated inside the bedroom and has a praise kink that turns her on like a fucking light switch.
This might be the sexiest fucking discovery I’ve ever made.
Impatient and slightly annoyed at being unable to taste her cum or her pussy, I rip her underwear apart, the tearing sound echoing in the room along with Andie’s surprised gasp and the curses that leave my mouth at the sight.
She’ssoakingwet.