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Her eyelashes flutter a bit, and her voice is less sure when she whispers, "Yes."
And there you have it! That’s the lie that breaks the camel's back! I have to smirk bitterly, no woman in her right mind would want to lose her virginity to me. No, what they want is romance, a fucking luxury hotel room with rose petals on the floor, silk sheets, and all that kind of crap. Dixie thinks she can bamboozle me easily, but she’s wrong.
I am determined to push her to the limit of her bluff, even if it means fucking her if I have to. My gaze slides from her face to stop at her chest. I swallow. Fuck, she makes me so hard. My attention returns to her face, then I lock eyes with her before warning her, "You'll get off, Alabama, but I won’t be gentle, or sweet, and certainly not considerate. So think carefully."
My face is so close to hers that our breaths mingle. It’s not my style to be delicate with women. I’ve never had to be because my conquests were more mature than me, which was perfect. I don’t understand why Alabama attracts me, or what’s different about her that makes me seriously consider fucking her. Maybe it’s the way she stands up to me and challenges me that excites me? Yes, that’s possible. Fucking her would mean dominating her and ending the game we started. That prospect is more than appealing to my eyes.
"I think you talk a lot but don’t act much, " she retorts.
A gleam of defiance shines in her eyes, and I have to make a big effort to contain the wild urge that her words provoke in me.
"Last chance, Alabama. You can stop it all now, and we’ll consider that I won by forfeit. Take the L."
Her body is pressed against mine, I feel her breasts brush against me with each of her breaths. My fingers are still wrapped around her throat, where the flutter of her pulse is even faster.
"I will not give in", she finally articulates. "Fuck me, Player."
Her consent is all I needed for the dam to break within me. I lean towards her, without taking my eyes off her. Her face tilts towards mine, her breath dies on my lips, and I take a deep breath.
There's not much that’s tender when I kiss her, I take what she gives me, ready to take even more of her. My tongue finds hers, provoking her without mercy.
Alabama moans softly, and that sound ignites me even more. She hooks her hands around my neck, pressing her body against mine. At this point, I’m not thinking anymore, it’s my instinct that takes over.
As tempting as the idea of fucking her in the middle of the living room, where our neighbors or anyone could catch us, is, Irefuse to give Dixie an easy opportunity to interrupt what we have started.
I have crossed the line I had set for myself, and I will see it through to the end. I dismiss that thought, replacing it with the taste of Dixie on my tongue, with her warmth against my body. Despite our wet clothes, I am burning inside, so hot that I’m surprised steam isn’t rising from our clothes.
The door to my room slams behind us as I lead her inside, locking it behind her. I break away from Dixie to stare at her. She is breathing fast, and her face betrays the desire she feels.
The field of possibilities is infinite, and all sorts of ideas run through my mind. I want to take her in every way imaginable. My gaze slides over her body before going back up to her face:
"Turn around," I order.
She doesn’t hesitate and obeys. I smile, satisfied to see that she can be docile when needed. Or at least… motivated. I move closer to her until I feel her ass against my lower hips. My hands rest on her stomach, and I don’t hesitate, my left hand slips into her cleavage to the breast I am dying to caress, while my right hand goes in the opposite direction, to invade her panties again.
It would be so simple to penetrate her now, taking her deeply from behind. The idea of taking her without even having to remove her clothes thrills me deep inside, knowing I could mark more than her soul in a way.
Maybe another time.
I clench my teeth. There is no way this will happen again! Tonight, I am declaring a total victory, there will never be anything more between Alabama and me.
My left hand cups her breast, and she arches against me, pushing her firm asscheeks against my erection. I growl softly without stopping to pinch her hard nipple between my fingers. Between thunderclaps, I hear Dixie panting. Soon, I willmake her scream. I don’t care if our neighbors know what’s going on in this room. On the contrary, listen in. Know what’s going on… and be jealous.
"Is this what you want, Alabama?" I whisper in her ear as I slide a finger inside her.
Her moan is the only answer I need. I continue to explore her. She is wet, and I already imagine the satisfaction I will feel when I penetrate her. I withdraw my hands, and Alabama lets out a small gasp of surprise. But I quickly work to remove her dress, then I turn her around to face me. The light in the room comes from the lightning that cracks through the sky outside and my bedside lamp.
Our gazes are locked on each other. Dixie shows no modesty, on the contrary, she stands straight in front of me as I admire her breasts still imprisoned in the lace of her bra.
"Undress", I order.
She blinks several times, then slowly raises her hands to slide the straps of her undergarment off her shoulders. When the piece of lace hits the floor, I am captivated by the sculpted artistry, all natural, of Dixie’s breasts. They are round, a bit heavy, her light tan areolas large, tempting. I lick my lips.
For a supposedly virgin girl, I find her brazenness thrilling. No, she is not who she claims to be, I know it.
"The rest too", I add.
She doesn’t obey and replies, "Only when you also take off your clothes."
