beeping softly.
My hands shook as I turned the handle, pushing the heavy door inwards. I could
feel my heart beating in my chest, too hard, my breath shallow and panicky.
The room was dim, though the lights on either side of the king-size bed
were both on. Boon sat looking out the window, his fingers strumming on the
wooden table. The room was just a hotel room: fancy, in the way I assumed all
Vegas hotel rooms were, but not a fancy as the one I was staying in. Boon
turned to look at me, a grin on his face, when he heard the door clicking shut
behind me.
“I’m here,” I said meekly, not sure what else to say.
“I see that,” he replied coolly. If he was excited about the things I was
going to let him do to me, he didn’t let it show. I stepped towards him; he
rose to meet me. He towered over me, his strong arms intimidating, his gaze
penetrating.
“How do you want it, little sister?” he asked, his voice low and
gravelly, harsh in my ears. The question took me off guard and I panicked, mind
racing with possible responses.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I finally managed to croak. He was standing so
close, I could smell him, the burly, masculine smell of him….
“Well,” he said, reaching out and stroking my arm with a single
fingertip, raising all the hair on my body in goosebumps, “I could be gentle.
And slow.” His finger ran all the way down to my hand, where he entwined his
fingers in my own, drawing me closer.
“Or,” he said, suddenly increasing his grip and pulling me around, into
his arms, backwards, so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hands
flew to my halter top, pushing it up violently, his fingernails raking across
my taut stomach, rising to my fresh, bubbly breasts, kneading them hard. One hand
moved to my hair, pulling my ponytail, my head snapping on my neck as his lips
lowered to my ears. “I could fuck you hard, and fast, make you scream.”
I was panting at this point, my eyes closed, the warmth of his breath
against my neck mixing with the desire in my stomach. His hand was rough on my
breasts, cupping them, teasing the nipples, massaging them forcefully. I moaned
as his lips parted and he began to kiss my neck, tracing my jawline. His grip
on my hair released and he moved his hand back under my top, cupping both
breasts now at the same time. I’d never let anyone touch my breasts like that,
and I was amazed at the yearning it awoke in me, a deep aching need.
Suddenly, I was flying through the air, then bouncing onto the mattress.
Boon had pushed me over and was standing above me now. I could see the outline
of his hardness through his jeans, bit my lip, nervous and excited and hungry
and frightened, all at the same time. Adrenaline pulsed through me, lighting up
my nerves.
I was lying on my back, looking up at Boon, as he grabbed onto my thighs,
his hands rough against my smooth skin. He slid his hands up my legs, getting
closer and closer to my pussy. My breath quickened the further he got. His eyes
studied me, almost as though he were feasting on the sight of me.
“Take off your shirt,” he growled, and I obliged, unthinking. I pulled
the tank top off, letting the cool air of the hotel room flow over my nipples,
savoring the feeling of abandon, of risk, the heat of the intimate moment with
a stranger. This is really happening, I
thought to myself. I reached down, began to play with the button on my shorts.
Boon’s hands flew to my own, pushing them away. He ripped open the top of my
shorts, yanking them down, taking my underwear with them, his motions fast, as
though he couldn’t hold back.
I was totally exposed, then, laying back, knees in the air, completely
naked in front of a man for the
first time in my life. I could taste my heart in my throat. My skin was alive
with want. I couldn’t think, couldn’t question, couldn’t go back. Boon grabbed
my waist, pulled me to the end of the bed. His
My hands shook as I turned the handle, pushing the heavy door inwards. I could
feel my heart beating in my chest, too hard, my breath shallow and panicky.
The room was dim, though the lights on either side of the king-size bed
were both on. Boon sat looking out the window, his fingers strumming on the
wooden table. The room was just a hotel room: fancy, in the way I assumed all
Vegas hotel rooms were, but not a fancy as the one I was staying in. Boon
turned to look at me, a grin on his face, when he heard the door clicking shut
behind me.
“I’m here,” I said meekly, not sure what else to say.
“I see that,” he replied coolly. If he was excited about the things I was
going to let him do to me, he didn’t let it show. I stepped towards him; he
rose to meet me. He towered over me, his strong arms intimidating, his gaze
penetrating.
“How do you want it, little sister?” he asked, his voice low and
gravelly, harsh in my ears. The question took me off guard and I panicked, mind
racing with possible responses.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I finally managed to croak. He was standing so
close, I could smell him, the burly, masculine smell of him….
“Well,” he said, reaching out and stroking my arm with a single
fingertip, raising all the hair on my body in goosebumps, “I could be gentle.
And slow.” His finger ran all the way down to my hand, where he entwined his
fingers in my own, drawing me closer.
“Or,” he said, suddenly increasing his grip and pulling me around, into
his arms, backwards, so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hands
flew to my halter top, pushing it up violently, his fingernails raking across
my taut stomach, rising to my fresh, bubbly breasts, kneading them hard. One hand
moved to my hair, pulling my ponytail, my head snapping on my neck as his lips
lowered to my ears. “I could fuck you hard, and fast, make you scream.”
I was panting at this point, my eyes closed, the warmth of his breath
against my neck mixing with the desire in my stomach. His hand was rough on my
breasts, cupping them, teasing the nipples, massaging them forcefully. I moaned
as his lips parted and he began to kiss my neck, tracing my jawline. His grip
on my hair released and he moved his hand back under my top, cupping both
breasts now at the same time. I’d never let anyone touch my breasts like that,
and I was amazed at the yearning it awoke in me, a deep aching need.
Suddenly, I was flying through the air, then bouncing onto the mattress.
Boon had pushed me over and was standing above me now. I could see the outline
of his hardness through his jeans, bit my lip, nervous and excited and hungry
and frightened, all at the same time. Adrenaline pulsed through me, lighting up
my nerves.
I was lying on my back, looking up at Boon, as he grabbed onto my thighs,
his hands rough against my smooth skin. He slid his hands up my legs, getting
closer and closer to my pussy. My breath quickened the further he got. His eyes
studied me, almost as though he were feasting on the sight of me.
“Take off your shirt,” he growled, and I obliged, unthinking. I pulled
the tank top off, letting the cool air of the hotel room flow over my nipples,
savoring the feeling of abandon, of risk, the heat of the intimate moment with
a stranger. This is really happening, I
thought to myself. I reached down, began to play with the button on my shorts.
Boon’s hands flew to my own, pushing them away. He ripped open the top of my
shorts, yanking them down, taking my underwear with them, his motions fast, as
though he couldn’t hold back.
I was totally exposed, then, laying back, knees in the air, completely
naked in front of a man for the
first time in my life. I could taste my heart in my throat. My skin was alive
with want. I couldn’t think, couldn’t question, couldn’t go back. Boon grabbed
my waist, pulled me to the end of the bed. His
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