Semua Bab Club Red: Sin And Seduction : Bab 111 - Bab 120

“Do you always just walk up and start flirting with random girls?”He seems to cringe a little bit at my words. “You are most certainly not a girl, but a full-grown woman, and I prefer that.”The slight correction manages to rub me right and wrong all at once. “No need to be politically correct. We're just two people having a conversation. I do appreciate that you have a mature stance on that though.”He offers a playboy smile as the sunshine highlights the blue tones in his black hair. “That is fair. It's a bit heavy of a topic for our first conversation. What do you say we grab a meal and have a second conversation that's a bit more in depth?”He's so smooth it takes half a second for it to register that he just asked me on a date. “You seem like a really nice guy, but I don't think you're my type.”He inhales a deep breath through his teeth as if the rejection stings. “Well, I appreciate you being completely upfront and honest so that I don't have to spend the next three weeks wond

The smile on her face grows and her cheeks go red. “Oh, stop it. This is my job. I've had much more difficult requests than yours.” There's something so sexy about the way she's blushing furiously, and I can't help myself.I lean in and press my lips to hers. She exhales through her nose, and I feel her start to fall backward on the couch, but I instinctively grab the front of her shirt, my fist balling the material as I hold her in place. She lets out a soft sound between a squeak and a whimper, and I swallow the noise. Before I know what I'm doing, I move off the edge of the couch, grab her body, and flip her face down. With her bent over the couch like this, she's perfectly in position for me. All I'd have to do is lift her skirt, pull her panties to the side, move my pants out of the way and bury myself inside her.My hand moves for her skirt and she lets out a yelp of surprise as my other hand finds her ponytail and grips it tightly. I lift the material, bearing her sexy panties

Though if I’m being honest with myself, I’m over him. I don’t miss him. I don’t even wonder what if anymore. I don’t feel anything for him anymore, other than contempt, anger, and a strange grief. No love, no missing him, no wanting him back. Honestly, there’s more relief than anything. Relief that he’s gone, that he can’t keep breaking my heart, that I’m free of him and his abuse. Because he seemed to love hurting me. He’d throw me away, then reel me back in with sweet words, small gestures of kindness, and then he’d go right back to being cold and pushing me away.And the cheating… that was too hard to deal with. Finding out that he was taking other women to bed and breaking my heart… that hurt. So much. And now that I’m free of him, I just feel more relief than anything.The owner throws the disc in my direction again, but the dog leaps up and grabs it out of the air before it can get very far and runs it back. I smile as I watch them play, thinking about how my life is moving on.

With a growl, I head for my bathroom. Turning on the shower, I leave the lights low and strip down, feeling my cock spring free when I’ve shed every last scrap of clothing. The air on the heated, sensitive parts of my body only inflames my need, and I wrap my fingers around my cock while leaning a forearm against the wall to brace myself.The steam of the shower rolls over me and I inhale the dampness, smelling the sweetness of the soaps she’d used last time she’d been in here rinsing away the sweat from her trek up the stairs. As my fingers close around my shaft, I let out a slight sigh of relief at the pressure and sensation, once more imagining her lips around me. I think about her on her knees before me, looking up with those big brown eyes. I imagine her teasing the tip of me, then taking all of me deeply, before backing off again.Tugging my cock, I mirror the image in my mind’s eye of her for a moment, then back off, feeling the almost painful throbbing sensation that follows.

One thing is for sure, I absolutely can't talk to Troy right now. I don't want him to see me vulnerable. I don't want to be in a position where he feels power over me. I swore I'd never put myself in that position again, and with quick steps I rush around him.But Troy catches me easily with one arm and pulls me close, holding me tight as he whispers softly into my ear. “You're okay. No one can hurt you here. I won't let them.” I feel his fingers petting through my hair, his other hand stroking my back as he speaks softly, the way someone would talk to a frightened animal in their care.And though it feels good to be held like this and to be treated this way, I know that I need to escape. I know that being vulnerable puts me in a bad position and I am not about to let someone take advantage of me. I'd like to think that Troy isn't the kind of person who would take advantage of me, but I also thought that James wasn't someone who could do something like that in the beginning of our rel