Page 85 of Cruel Fate

She sits up and whispers a soft but playful kiss over my mouth. I try to lean into it, but she climbs off the sofa, a mischievous smile on her lips.

My cock swells. I need her now.

She shimmies, shaking her hips, her hands scrunching her hair, and grinning in anticipation, I burrow into the couch, ready to enjoy myself. In the past, women have stripped for me and offered me lap dances, knowing just what to do that will lead to other things, but I can tell by the blush that creeps across Stella’s cheeks that this is her first time. I’m thrilled she’s never danced for another man, and my hands clench at my sides. I want to touch her, but that’s not part of the game.

She sucks on a finger, and I imagine my cock between her lips, her tongue licking the cum that’s already spurting from the tip.

A naughty glint flashes in her eyes, and she slowly unbuttons her blouse, slides her slender arms out of the sleeves, and flings it at me. I catch it, and she giggles, spinning on the floor. Her stockings give her little resistance, and her pirouette is graceful. She comes to a stop, and her hair settles onto her bare shoulders.

Her bra is champagne lace, and she takes it off, her back to me. She gives me a saucy grin over her shoulder and winks.

She’s good at this, and I adjust my cock. I’m rock solid, and when she’s naked I’m going to fuck her hard. She’s asking for it, teasing me.

Without a bra, her breasts hang heavy, and her nipples are colored a pretty rose. She sees me looking at them, and they harden.

Reaching behind her, she unzips her skirt. It’s tight, and she squirms out of it. She laughs, embarrassed, but I think it’s adorable. Her panties are the same color as the bra she was wearing. All lace and cut high on her hips.

This is my favorite part, and despite her inexperience, Stella doesn’t disappoint. As a backdrop, the TV plays our movie behind her, and she props a foot onto the coffee table. Tilting her head at me, she unsnaps the garter clasps, one by one.

Licking her lips and never breaking eye contact, she rolls the silk down her leg. She throws it at me but the light material flutters through the air and misses its mark, landing on the floor near my foot.

Stella slowly removes the hose from her other leg, and the garter straps skim against her creamy thighs. She’s wearing nothing but the champagne lace garter belt, panties, and a smile.

“Come. Here.” I can’t wait another minute to put my hands on her.

She steps between my legs, and I yank the garter belt down to reach her panties.

“Undo my belt,” I growl, and her eyes widen. I raise my eyebrows, and she relaxes. We’re only playing, but I still have plans to do her hard. She can’t strip in front of me and stand there looking like that without knowing there will be consequences.

Stella unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my pants. She eases a hand inside my briefs, and I take a deep breath to keep myself in control.

It’s crazy what this woman does to me.

I stand to undress and drop my clothes onto the floor, and I push her onto her knees on the couch. I love looking at her from behind, and she’s glistening, her cum slicking the insides of her thighs. Gliding my fingers inside her, I want to make sure she’s still wet and ready for me.

She is.

I grab a condom out of my wallet. It’s tempting to do her without, but I need to protect her. She trusts me to keep her safe, and I can’t disappoint her. There’s too much at stake.

I’m fully covered and I nudge the tip of my cock into her slit. She tenses for a moment, and I brush my fingers down her back, assuring her I won’t hurt her. I push inside her, and I’m amazed I don’t blow my load. It takes extreme care not to come, and I slowly slide in and out of her. I find my control, and grabbing her hips, I increase my tempo.

She mews with every thrust, and her little noises spur me on. I press my thumb to the delicate place between her ass cheeks, and she relents, leaning forward, moaning. There’s something about Stella that compels me to touch her in whatever intimate way I can, and that she’ll allow.

My sac slaps against her skin, and a ball of heat forms in my groin. I’m about to come, and I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Stella,” I cry, and I ram my cock inside her so ferociously she sobs my name, gripping the back of the sofa. I come hard. My cock needs several moments to empty completely and several more until it stops twitching inside her.

My knees shake, and I rest my hand on the delicate curve of her lower back, sucking in a much-needed breath. She’s pushing her face into the soft material, and it muffles her whimpers.

“Did I hurt you?” I don’t see how I couldn’t have. I lost every shred of my control.

“No. I just need a minute.” She looks at me over her shoulder and tries to smile.

I lean over and press my lips to her tattoo. “I’m going to pull out now. I don’t want to hurt you more, but I probably will.”

“It’s okay,” she says, but her voice wavers.

My cock has barely gone down. That’s what Stella does to me. I’m in a constant state of arousal whenever I’m around her.

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