Muse in Lingerie (Lingerie 1)

She was my muse.

My fantasy.

I untied the string around her neck and let the dress come loose. It slowly fell forward, slipping down her body until her tits were revealed. My hands slid over her dress until I felt the curve of her tits. I pressed my mouth to her ear and breaths as I cupped each one, feeling their firmness. My fingers squeezed hard, her tits filling out my large hands perfectly. I felt her nipples harden in response, gentle bumps forming on her creamy white skin. I squeezed them again as I stared down at her body, my cock harder than it’d ever been before. “My muse…” My thumbs flicked over her nipples, and then I kissed her neck.

She was fucking perfect.

I had stared at her gorgeous figure under the bright lights of the stage. I’d studied the way her body moved, the way her hips shook as she paraded across the room like a queen. But now she was physically in my hands—and she was my property.

I pulled the dress back over her head, and she lifted her arms in cooperation. Her breathing had picked up. I could see it in the way her chest rose and fell. The muscles of her back were all tight in anticipation. Her lips were slightly parted so she could draw in more breath.

I dropped the dress on the ground.

Now she stood in her heels and the thong, her round ass perfect for a slap. My hands trailed down her back, my finger feeling the ridges over her spine. I followed the steep curve and reached her luscious behind. My finger hooked into her panties.

I didn’t know how I would take her. I wanted to fuck her in every way imaginable, but for the first time, I wanted it to be good. I wanted her legs spread underneath me, every inch of my dick buried inside her. I wanted to give her every drop of come, to take away her innocence and make her feel like a real woman.

My hands shook just thinking about it.

Paying that kind of dough for her was a hit, even for me. But now that I felt her tremble at my touch, I knew she was worth every penny. Not only would I have her now, but I would have her all I wanted—as long as I wanted. She was a treasure I wouldn’t share with anyone else. She was exclusively mine.

I pulled her panties down, tugging them down her tanned skin and over the huge curve of her ass. Slowly, I removed them, dragging them down her thighs. I lowered to my knees at the same time, undressing her slowly. My lips kissed each of her cheeks and the backside of her thighs until I helped her step out of the thong.

That’s when I spotted the pussy juice in her panties.

She was wet for me.

I rose back to my feet, a maniacal smile on my face. She could pretend she was only here because she had to be, but she couldn’t pretend not to be attracted to me. She fought the urge to come as some kind of silent protest, but that hadn’t worked. Her body wanted me as much as mine wanted hers. I felt the connection anytime I touched her. And now that I’d rescued her, dropped a bunch of change to own her, she respected my power.

Now my dick was a little thicker.

I slowly turned her around so we were face-to-face, spotting the redness in her cheeks. Her slender shoulders led to an even more slender neck. Her body was endless curves, soft skin, and pure beauty.

I could stare at her all day.

I slowly backed her up to the bed, my dick eager to be inside that slick pussy for the first time. I was already possessive of her, but I knew my attachment would only intensify once I’d fucked her.

She moved with me, her hands gliding to my chest. Once the back of her knees hit the bed, she was supposed to scoot up onto the mattress. But instead, she leaned in to kiss me.

I pulled my face away, never allowing her lips to touch mine.

She stilled at the cold rejection, her eyes shifting back and forth in alarm. Her hands slowly slid down my body and stopped at my stomach.

“I don’t kiss.” My hand moved up her back, directly over her spine.

“Why?”

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor without taking my eyes off her. Her bust was large in comparison to her petite rib cage. Every time she breathed, her tits seemed to swell. When she held herself with perfect posture, it made her body that much more hypnotic. Her waist curved in before it lengthened into the wide hips I loved to grab. I wanted to drag my lips all over her body. “I just don’t.” I grabbed her plump ass and set her on the bed.