Bad Bad Girl

Vance pressed his fingertips to Coley’s lips. “Shh. Let me start.” He softly touched Coley’s chin and lifted it enough so her eyes were looking into his. “Coley, I haven’t been able to get you off of my mind. I’ve been thinking of the right words to say, trying to think of how to express the feelings I have for you. I just hope to God I don’t scare you off.” Vance paused a moment to look into Coley’s eyes and reached out to hold her hands in his. “I’ve been searching for the right woman my whole life, and I finally discovered that she has always been right in front of my eyes. I’ve just been too blind to see it. Your party cleared my vision enough to see what a treasure you truly are. I want more. I want you.”

Coley tried to swallow the lump forming in the back of her throat. Never had she had someone say something so romantic and loving. Not to mention, so honest and forthright. She knew Vance was one to speak his mind and not to hold back, but hearing him confess his feelings so freely, took Coley’s breath away. She loved Vance. She always had, but the question remained if she was in love with Vance. Was the man sitting in front of her the man she had always been searching for as well?

She couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to break the romance, the spell that Vance had cast on her. She decided to take a leap with her heart and pressed her lips to his. No words, just action.

Vance pulled Coley into his embrace and pressed his lips harder, driving his tongue past her ready mouth. His hand grabbed the back of her head, capturing the kiss, holding tight to the fire being created. The fire that danced between their tongues was hotter than anything Coley had ever experienced, hotter than she could ever imagine. She burned with desire for more. She burned with passion. His lips, his kiss, his touch blazed with a fervor like no other.

Coley wanted more. She wanted the hunger that formed within to be satisfied. Her body lusted, her soul craved. She wanted to feel Vance in her. She wanted to feel his cock press past the opening of her pussy and claim her as his. She craved, she yearned for him to take her.

Still not wanting to speak, still not wanting to break the chemistry with words, Coley eased her hand to the bulge in his pants. She stroked her palm along the hardness of his cock that pressed against the confines of his jeans. His moan sent a shiver through her pussy. She wanted to hear his moan once more. She wanted to hear his moan over and over again. She wanted to please him. She wanted to give him a night he would never forget.

“I want to taste you. I want to feel you between my lips,” Coley purred as she unbuttoned his pants. Coley might not be good with everything she did. But she was good with words, and she planned on using that fact to her advantage.

“Coley…”

“Make me scream, make me shake with ecstasy. Make me call out your name. Make me lose my mind.” Coley wanted nothing more but to feel his cock buried deep within her. She wanted him so badly that the sexual vixen in her was being unleashed.

“Coley, you need to stop. We need to slow down,” Vance panted as he placed his hand on hers, to prevent the lowering of his pants.

“What? No, I don’t want to stop. There’s no need to stop.”

Vance pulled away some more so that he was looking into Coley’s eyes. “Yes, there is.” He paused to take a deep breath. “Coley, I don’t want a quick hook up or something casual. I want all of you.”

Coley leaned in to lightly press her lips to his. “I understand. I want that, too.”

“Do you? Do you really understand what I’m asking? What I’m expecting?”

Coley continued the kiss, desperate for more. “I want you too. I want you, now.”

Vance broke away from the kiss, causing a sigh to release between Coley’s needy lips. “I need to know if you can accept my lifestyle. You know what I believe. You know what I would want out of our relationship. What I would want out of you.”

Coley froze. “I uh…”

She knew what Vance expected. She fully understood what being his girlfriend meant. She just didn’t expect the harsh reality to hit her like it did. He was sitting there staring into her eyes awaiting an answer. She wanted Vance sexually, she wanted him in her life, but what she wasn’t sure of is if she could fully submit to his desires.

“Vance, I’m not sure if Domestic Discipline is something I could ever really embrace. I mean, I get it. I do. I’m just not sure if it’s for me.” She took a deep breath to try to calm the anxious nerves coursing through her. Admitting this was putting her at risk of having Vance walk out the door. Yet, she knew she needed to be honest.