Page 26 of Lonely
I wasn’t overcome with mad lust the way I imagined Mr. Jefferson, the undertaker, would be if a young woman like Anna lifted her skirt and told him she’d done the rounds pantiless.
“Do you like my body, Doctor?” she asked, wiggling her ass.
I didn’t know what to do with her.
Not like Carter. Men were easy. You stroked them. They came.
She turned around and leaned back against the door as she trailed her fingers up the inside of her thigh, her lip caught between her teeth.
The hungry look in her eyes made me break out in a cold sweat.
I tugged at my tie, almost gulping, suddenly unable to breathe. She took my apparent discomfort as encouragement and pushed off the door.
With a seductive sway, she started to dance, and I seriously debated jumping through the window.
How high was the fall?
We were on the third floor.
Just then, a loud crash of thunder caused me to flinch.
Anna’s dress slapped me in the face when she threw it, and I clutched it like a lifeline while she reached behind her to unclip her bra.
Blood-red heels, white garters, and a cream suspender belt.
Scantily dressed, Mother would have called it.
Gyrating her hips, she squeezed her small breasts and moaned.
“Oh, Doctor,” she whispered, licking her lips like a serpent.
I gripped the armrests as she walked over and straddled my lap. Her tits were in my face, her pointy nipples rubbing over my mouth as she giggled.
With quick movements, she unbuckled my belt and freed my cock. It was surprisingly hard, considering how much she made me sweat with anxiety.
“You promised I would get to hurt you.” My breathy voice sounded strained as she spun around on my lap and sank down on my length.
A moan rose from her throat as her velvet heat wrapped around me like a glove.
She leaned back into my chest and circled her soft hand around the nape of my neck.
“Soon, Doctor. Let me be a bad girl first.”
Reaching for my hand, she guided it to her breast. “Touch me, baby. Make it hurt.”
Strands of her hair tickled my face as she rode me backward. I spat them out, tasting hairspray on my tongue while pulling and tugging at her nipples. My cock popped out and ran for freedom like a terrified prisoner before she sucked it right back inside her Black Friday sale vacuum cunt.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
The chair creaked rhythmically now that she was picking up pace and bouncing on me like it was a sport.
“Touch me here,” she said in a breathy voice, guiding my fingers to the swollen nub between her legs.
We rubbed her in slow circles together.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Oh, fuck, you’re so good.”
When she squealed, I gulped hard and dragged my gaze to the crucifix on the wall.
