Page 31 of Mr. Red

“Do you want me to keep going? Keep making you feel good? Because I’d like to do that for you.” His thumb brushes against my lower chin.

I gulp, thinking of what’s about to happen. He doesn’t move, just keeps looking me in the eye. I could stop this freeing feeling right now. We could take it slow. But I want to say yes. I want to feel limitless, and I think Matt is going to be the one to help me.

I nod my head, “I do. I want this.”

I expect him to continue, but he holds my face between his hands and stares at me for a few seconds. “I got you, Scarlett.”

My shoulders relax at those words. “I know.”

He undoes the tie behind my neck, and my outfit falls to the ground. He’s watching my reaction for any hesitation, but all of my doubts have fallen away. I’m left wanting to see what happens next. I know I want him and right now, this is the best way to get him. I kick the jumpsuit to the side, still in my wedges, feeling powerful. His hands go back to pinning me in at my waist. I grab his face and pull him to me, meshing his lips to mine.

He breaks away to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then bends and removes my panties at a slow pace, kissing me all the way down.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he rasps as he kneels between my legs.

He leaves my wedges on. I reach for them to slide them off, but he grabs my hand. Then he shakes his head no. “Leave them.”

Demanding, much? For some reason, it’s ahugeturn on. My girl parts are cheering. Wetness materializes between my legs. I give in and listen, my heart pounding. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

He spreads my legs apart by nudging my ankle. I follow his direction, staring down at him on his knees. He’s eye level with my pussy and is staring at it like it’s his favoritework of art. My chest rises up and down in quick breaths as I push my palms against the cold door.

“Stay like that,” he commands.

My heart pounds as I lick my lips. The anticipation of what will happen next is almost too much.

“I want to see your eyes on mine the whole time.” His voice sounds deeper and raspier than usual. I almost don’t recognize it.

He moves his hands over my inner thighs. I follow his direction, keeping my eyes locked with his.

He caresses my legs, inching up until he gets to my sex. He inserts one finger, making me gasp. He curls his finger up and I almost lose it right there. It’s been over six months since I’ve had an encounter like this. Actually, I’ve never had an encounter quite like this.

“I want to taste you,” he states, looking for permission.

I nod and gulp.

He puts his mouth over my clit, moving his finger in and out in slow movements. He groans, and the vibration feels like an added stimulation I didn’t even know I wanted. I moan and arch my back. He takes that as a cue to caress my nipple with his free hand. I don’t want this to ever stop. After lapping me for a few minutes, he adds another finger. He knows exactly what to do. I’m on stimulation overload. My legs are shaking and a sheen of sweat is forming down my back.

He pumps his fingers, while licking my clit, and a few moments later, I convulse with one of the best orgasms I’ve ever felt, keeling over him. He doesn’t move his mouth until I’ve stopped convulsing.

“You’re so fucking hot, Miss Scarlett.” He takes his fingers from my core, stands, and puts them in his mouth. “You tasteso sweet.”

That move alone makes me want to orgasm all over again. My mouth opens as my eyes widen. This guy.

I see him take out a condom from his pocket. I take off his jacket, then remove his shirt. My hand moves down his chiseled upper body, over every groove of his eight pack. There’s a small patch of dark chest hair and a happy trail I know leads to something good.

I unbutton his pants, then pull down the zipper. The pants drop in a pile at his ankles. I get his black, silk boxers to drop next, revealing his cock totally erect. I put my hand around his length, my fingers unable to clasp together. My eyes widen. I start kissing him again to distract myself from my pounding heart and the rush of excitement forming in my stomach. He puts the condom on himself as we continue to kiss. He shuffles his legs to remove one side of his pants and boxers.

Then he bends his knees a little and grabs the outside of my thighs to pick me up, pressing me against the door. I wrap my legs around his waist and now his dick is rubbing at my entrance. He finds my mouth again. I’m so lost in him. I had no idea I could be so in the moment when someone else takes control. He pulls away from my mouth after a minute.

“You ready?” he asks, keeping his forehead glued to mine.

We’re doing this?

Yes. Yes, I can do this. I can be free. He makes me lose control and I want more of that. I nod my head at a frantic pace, my lungs unable to get a full breath.

He starts kissing my neck and thrusts in with one push. I held his dick, I knew it was large, but now that he’s inside me he’s stretching me so wide I’m pretty sure I can feel him in my chest. He’s got my thighs wrapped around hisforearms as he waits a few moments for my body to adjust.

“Relax, sweetheart. I got you.” There’s those words again. I think he means them physically and mentally.

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