The only thing my mind seems to register is the steady pounding of my own heart.
He's wearing my favorite suit. The navy blue one, with chestnut brown cap toe shoes, and a crisp white button down. He has unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt and my fingers are itching to run through the dark hair peeking out.
The intensity of his stare frightens me.
I'm in trouble.
It's not really my fault. I was standing in the living room completely naked when he got home. Usually, that wouldn't be a big ordeal, but I had forgotten to draw the shades before taking my shower.
I was talking to my BFF about her loser boyfriend and inadvertently placed myself directly in front of the floor to ceiling windows. Anyone in eyeshot could have easily seen me there.
He grabs my chin with his left hand and forces me to look directly into his eyes.
"Since you carelessly flaunted this perky ass for everyone walking by this condo to see, it looks like I'm going to have to show them it's mine."
My ass is cold against the glass, and the contrast of his warm body against my chest is causing my pulse to race even faster.
He moves his hand down my belly and dips one finger into my sopping wet pussy. He removes his finger and brings it to his mouth, sucking off the juices left there.
"So sweet" He whispers as he shoves two fingers into my slick heat this time.
I need more. I start to move my pelvis over his hand, but he removes his fingers. I whimper in frustration.
"Uh-uh princess, not yet, you've been naughty remember?"
There's no doubt he's going to torture me for my mistake.
I begin to protest, but he shoves his fingers into my mouth as soon as I part my lips. The sweetness of my pussy mixed with the saltiness of his skin is intoxicating. He's pushing his fingers down my throat now, and I try not to gag.
