I want him

He spoke into the phone, his tone cold and professional. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. But as he talked, his eyes never left me. It was as if he was devouring me with his eyes, and I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.

With a curt, "I'll deal with it later," he hung up the call. He didn't miss a beat as he turned back to me, his eyes darkening with a hunger I hadn't seen before. Before I could react, he was closer again, his hand reaching out to pin me against the wall. I gasped as he lifted my leg, pressing me firmly against the wall with his body.

"It's nothing to worry about," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down my spine. "Now, where were we?"

his body heat enveloping me. Before i could answer his hand gripping my thigh and lifting it. The fabric of my dress bunched up, exposing the top of my stockings and the fine lace of my panties. I gasped, trying to push him away, but his other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place.

His mouth can upon mine, claiming my lips with a hunger that left me breathless.suddenly I felt his hand slip under the elastic of my panties, his finger grazing my sensitive flesh. I whimpered into the kiss, trying to resist, but the sensation was too overwhelming. He kissed me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger moved further, sliding inside me with ease.

I moaned in protest, the sudden intrusion causing a sharp pain. He broke the kiss, smiling wickedly. “It looks like your cherry isn’t popped yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

He knelt down, his hand still holding my leg up. “Do you like this?” he asked, his tone dark and playful.

I couldn’t answer, my breaths coming in short gasps. I felt his thumb stroke the slickness on my skin before he moved my panties aside with a gentle tug. He kissed my inner thigh, his hot breath making me tremble. The anticipation was unbearable, my entire body quivering with need.

His mouth found my core, and I gasped as his tongue swiped through my folds. The sensation was new, but the pleasure that followed was unlike anything I had ever felt. He licked me with an expertise that spoke of years of practice, his tongue teasing my clit in a way that had me begging for more.

"Do you want to taste it?" he asked against my skin, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked up at me.

I blinked, trying to comprehend what he had just said. "What?" I gasped, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and something else I didn't dare to name.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving my face. "Do you want to taste it, Sophia?" he repeated, his thumb circling my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. "Do you want to know what it feels like to have me inside of you?"

I stuttered, my mind racing. "I—I don't know," I managed to say, though the truth was that I did want to know. I wanted to feel the full extent of his desire for me, to explore the forbidden territory of his touch.

He chuckled again, the sound sending a thrill through me. Standing up, he pulled me closer, his hand moving from my thigh to my waist. "Let Daddy take care of you," he said, his playful tease sending a jolt of heat through my body. "I promise I'll be gentle if you're a good girl for me, Sophia."

My eyes widened at his words, and I stuttered, trying to find the strength to protest. But the desire building inside of me was too strong. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Do you want that, baby?" he whispered. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek. The other hand gently traced the line of my jaw before moving down to my panties to pull it down, exposing my trembling legs. I stuttered, my eyes widening as he chuckled. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered. “Daddy’s got you.”

With surprising strength, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt so excited as he carried me over to the bed, laying me down with a gentle ease. His own pants were unzipped, and I could feel his erection pressing against me, thick and hard

He leaned over me, his hands moving to the zipper of my maid’s dress. With one smooth motion, he pulled it down, revealing my bare skin I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the fire in his eyes was all the reassurance I needed. He kissed me again, his tongue moving playfully against mine, and he gently took my hand, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. My heart raced as I felt the warm, hard length of his erection beneath my trembling fingers.

I wrapped my hand around him gently, feeling the heat and power of his dick. He moaned into the kiss, his body shuddering at my touch. He was so much larger than I had ever imagined, and the thought of him inside me was both terrifying and thrilling. His hand moved to cover mine, showing me how to stroke him, how to explore every inch of his manhood. His grip tightened as I followed his lead, his breath hitching in his chest.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at me, his eyes blazing with hunger. “You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he murmured. “So innocent and eager to learn.” He kissed me again, his tongue delving deeper, claiming me as his own. His hand left my cheek to cup my breast, his thumb teasing my hardened nipple.

With a groan, he pulled away, standing tall and proud above me. He began to take off his shirt, revealing the muscular planes of his chest, each movement deliberate and mesmerizing. His skin was tanned and lightly sprinkled with hair, leading down to his defined abs. I watched, my breath hitching, as he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His boxers followed, and his erection sprang free, thick and veined.