She unbuttoned the thing with shaky fingers and slid it off her shoulders.
I stared at her face as she exposed her sweet little body to me. And then down, when she couldn’t hold my gaze anymore.
Pretty fucking tits, pink nipples, really small. Smaller than I thought they’d be.
She was wearing a full-on whore get-up. Her legs were quivering under the weight of my gaze. That tiny patch of fabric between her legs had to go.
“You always dress up like that?” I asked her, and she made an attempt to close the jacket.
I moved towards her, and took it off for her. She let me. I folded her jacket over my arm and motioned for her to turn around.
She did.
Tiny ass, too. Really perky. Legs up to her neck. Nice long neck.
She tried to turn back around, but I came up behind her, twisting her arms behind her back. She gasped.
“You should be mad at yourself,” I said into her ear. “Because you’re a very fucking naive little bitch. Who told you to trust strangers?”
She arched her back against me just as the elevator doors dinged open.
Her breath caught in her throat.
There was a couple standing in front of the elevator. When they saw us, their jaws dropped.
“Wanna join in?” I asked with a smile, and they just stared at us.
I pinched her nipple. Really hard. She made a pretty noise, and the doors closed. And up we went.
“You… I…” She was shaking pretty badly.
“Shut the fuck up, little slut,” I told her. The doors opened again, top floor. “This us?”
She nodded and I marched her down the hallway, tits out and all. There was only one door on the floor, and I let go of her so she could open it.
I didn’t look at the apartment because I didn’t really give a shit what it looked like. Whether she lived with her loaded parents or a sugar daddy didn’t really matter to me. As long as they weren’t there so I could bury my cock inside her and fuck her naïve brains out.
I threw her jacket on the sofa and looked around. Paintings. Modern shit that could either be functional or a piece of shit decoration. Weird place.
“It’s… can you come with me?” she asked, and I followed her into a dimly lit room. Floor-to-ceiling windows like in the rest of the apartment. A big bed. A whole lot of kinky fucking shit.
She made a move to close the blinds on those windows, but I stopped her, stood in front of her.
“Don’t,” I said.
“I… Someone could see,” she argued.
“Good.”
I pulled her against me, and her body trembled as I peeled her clothes off her. All of it, even the pretentious fucking stockings. I wanted her totally naked. And shivering.
She stood so close to me I couldn’t get a good look at her, and I knew she was really scared. It made me excited. Made me fucking hard.
“Hey,” I said against her cheek. “Why are you so fucking terrified?”
All I could see were those ridiculous lashes against her cheeks.
“Because I… I want this,” she admitted.
“No shit,” I said. “Come on, little girl. Tits against the window, legs spread.”
She did as she was told, pressed her tits against the glass and spread those slender pins for me. Someone had trained her well.
“Look outside,” I told her. She did.
I took my clothes off, littered the floor with them.
My head was empty.
For once, my fucking head was empty.
No background noise, no annoying fucking voices, no damn distractions.
Only her.
Her reflection stared at me from the window. I stared back.
“So, listen,” I said, running a hand down her back. She mewled and my cock twitched for her. “I really want to fuck you.”
“Do it,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I will,” I muttered against the nape of her neck. She was gasping again. Loud. Almost out of control. Almost on the verge of panic. “I’m not gonna use a condom, though.”
“P-please,” she whimpered. “You have to, I’ll get in trouble.”
“Nah,” I said. I tasted her skin and her legs nearly gave out. “I don’t have to do anything, little slut.”
I thought she would cry, but she surprised me by biting the tears back.
“But hey,” I said, my fingers wrapping around her throat, the other hand guiding my cock between her legs. She cried out. “I’ll fuck your ass, okay? So you don’t get in trouble with your guy.”
She cried out then, finally, her little body resisting. It was too late, though.
I pressed my tip against her little hole and she went fucking wild. I held her in place when I spat on the crack of her ass. She didn’t say a word as I slicked her hole with my thumb. Not begging me to stop, or to go on. So fuck being the good guy.
I pushed my thumb in and she hissed.