Roxanne touched her lips as she stared into the bedroom mirror. It was as if the ghost of his kiss lingered through the nights between their dates. Each time he held back. Each time she pressed him harder. Talked dirtier. How long am I supposed to be cool about this before I jump his bones?She looked into the mirror at her body. Arms covered in tattoos with two big pieces on her thighs. Her hip bones stood out just above her lacy black panties. Collarbones prominent under the black straps of her bra. I’m too skinny. I look fucking breakable. A hollow feeling cleaved her stomach. No wonder he doesn’t want to touch me like that.Roxanne blinked. Took a deep breath. Shaking her head, she pushed her shoulders back and straightened her posture.No. I’m fine. There is nothing wrong with me. If he doesn’t get that tonight, I can’t do this with him anymore. They’d gone out on dates, both in the daytime and at night, almost every day for the last two weeks. Each had ended nearly the same, but with increased sexual desperation. It was on both of their parts, she knew. She’d felt his burgeoning erection under his jeans and dared him to use it. To spank her for driving him to his end quicker than he wanted, then ravish her in any way he desired.The thought of breaking his restraint and letting all that sexual energy flush through him and onto her kept her blood rushing. All this evasion had to end. Tonight.Grabbing her phone, she sent him a quick text. “Still pretending you’re working tonight?”She’d just slid on her second stiletto when her phone buzzed. “Thinking of you.”“What part of me?” Smiling, Roxanne hit send. Pictured him blushing as she waited for his reply.An ellipses finally popped up. Disappeared. “Every part. But your heart most of all.”“Jesus Christ.” With every other man, that kind of shit was a line. Something they tossed at the ladies to get in their panties. Not with him. The cell shook in her hand, her pulse loud in her ears. She tried to breathe normally, then gripped the phone again. “I’m wet, Jesse. I want you. In the worst way possible.”Nothing. The prompt beat at the text window, urging her to say something else. She wouldn’t.The ellipses bubble made her heart jump.“Jesus, Roxanne. There’s nothing I want more than to fuck you. It’s everything I can do to wait until you’re really ready for me.”She whimpered, breath rushing out of her. “What do I have to do to–”The ellipses pulsed before disappearing again. “Fuck it. Lie on your back. Pull those panties aside, rub your clit, and think of me tasting every fucking inch of your beautiful skin. Can you do that for me, Roxanne? Will you say my name when you cum?”“Fuck.” Goosebumps raced over her flesh. Her body trembled as she toed off her heels. Lay down on the thick blanket. Throat spasming around her breath, she slid her fingers under her panties and over the slope of her hairless mound. The lacy waistband of her lingerie tightened against the back of her hand in soft protest.Roxanne closed her eyes. Imagined his weathered fingers trailing over her flesh, gripping her legs, squeezing her breasts. “God.” She moaned, pushing through the valley of her labia and finding her slick clit.The phone buzzed. Twisting to the side, she smacked her free hand on it and dragged it back to her. Closed her eyes and rubbed her clit.The cell vibrated on her stomach.Sighing, Bostancı Escort she held it up to read.“Imagine my tongue on that little clit. Sucking it, flicking it as I finger that sweet pussy. Are you touching yourself like I told you to, Roxanne?”“Oh, fuck.” She rubbed her clit faster, pussy soaking her fingers. A wet lapping sound mixed with her moans as her legs kicked, her flesh heating and sweating. Her hips arched, pleasure blooming from her clit and infecting her nerves.“Fuck.” Whimpering, thrashing, she was hardly aware of her back coming off the bed, her tightened eyes going wide. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, the orgasm careening through her veins and trembling every muscle in its wake. Crashing back to the bed, sucking in rabid breaths, her mind was broken save for one thing.“Jesse.” *** “I’m coming over,” Roxanne had texted.She hadn’t replied to his protests. Jesse stared at the computer screen, trying to make sense out of his best student’s essay. His cock ached, feeling harder than ever before. Fuck, what am I doing? A knock at the door blew through the room.“Fuck it.” He inhaled. Lurching from his desk, he strode across the apartment to the front door and yanked it open.Roxanne’s hair glowed in the porch light. A brown coat draped over her body, its hem dancing at her knees. Her glittering brown eyes focused on his. Inclining her chin, she stepped toward him like a challenge. He moved back. She moved forward. Easing past her, he shut the door and locked it. She faced him. Fingers went to her coat buttons. Undid the top. Middle. Bottom. It fluttered open, exposing a glimpse of lingerie and skin. Grasping the collar, she shed the thing. Let it crumple to the floor.Roxanne’s dark eyes caught the light, lending a blaze to the brown. He imagined staring into them when he entered her body for the first time. Or when they blinked open from sleep. Thoughts of days and days of those moments filtered into his mind. A warm flush radiated through his chest.Her lips pursed back a smile, dimples dotting her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re still looking at my eyes.”“As if I could look away.” Cupping her smooth face in his hands, he leaned down. Brushed his mouth to hers. Felt the little stream of her breath wash over his lips and heat his throat. So soft. Her lips opened under his. It was all he could do to pull away. He kissed her forehead instead. Jesse’s hands smoothed down her throat before resting on her thin shoulders. Felt every fragile bone, each strong pulse. His dick throbbed at his fly, an unreasonable beast of lust aching to bury itself into the innocent girl before him.He ignored it.“No.” Roxanne’s arms bent behind her, jerking open the clasp of her bra. “You are not going to pull away from me. Not now.”He watched her mouth tighten as she tore the straps down her shoulders. Got the hint of flesh below his peripheral vision.Not like this.Jesse grabbed her wrist, trapping the lingerie from pulling off her arm. Her eyes widened as the bra dangled against their forearms. Lips quirking upward, she bent her arm, leading his hand to brush against the underside of her breast.Desire careened through his veins. He tried to slow his breath. “Naughty girl. I told you I had to work tonight.”“Yes. You did. Then you told me to finger myself.” She hooked Bostancı Escort Bayan her free fingers over the side of his lower lip, his hand still clenched around her wrist. “Want to taste my pussy?”The aroma of her fresh slit wafted into his nostrils, beckoning his tongue to taste.Fuck.Yanking his face from her fingers, he bent her arm backward and pinned it just above the slope of her ass. He turned her around and drove her toward the door.An exhale burst from her throat, hissing against the door. “What are you going to do? Spank me? I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Why don’t you show me what happens to bad girls?”He lined his dick up with the crack of her ass. Leaned forward to let his lips hover around the shell of her ear. “Roxanne. One thing. You always supply me with reasons to spank you, and I can’t deny you’ve been a bad, bad girl. But I know your past situation, and I am not that man. I will never hurt you.”Her swallow was loud.“Never.”“What if I need to be spanked by you?” The words were nearly a whisper. “It’s not some bullshit need to be hurt, Jesse. It’s sexual, it’s raw, and…I trust you. I trust you, and that’s why I want you. Sweet sex or dirty fucking, Jesse, I want it all. From you. Please.”Roxanne’s voice grew louder the more she spoke. Her ass pushed backward, seeming to spread around his dick.“You trust me. That’s why?”“Yes. Mmm…God. Yes.” She ground against him. The world seemed to slim to the two of them. The moment. “Jesus Christ, Roxanne.”“Please.” Precum oozed from the slit of his dick, his boxers smearing it back against the head. He slid his hand down the fine skin of her free forearm. Circled his fingers around her wrist. Pulled it back to the other, then bound them together with her bra. “Want to play, pretty baby?”Her exhale shook from her throat. “Jesse?”“Shh. Trust me.” *** Roxanne had never felt so exposed. Jesse’s desk was cold against her bare breasts, the corner digging into her chin. After he’d pushed her over the side of it, he stripped off her panties. Told her to open her legs and stay there. His tie had come over her eyes, tightening as he cinched it at the back of her head, blinding her from everything.She held her breath, waiting for him to do something, but heard the creak of his chair instead. His computer mouse clicked.“Jesse?”“I’m working, Roxanne. I told you had to finish, but you came over anyway.”The air cooled her bared pussy, her spread asshole. More vulnerable than she’d ever felt before. Her juice trickled over her clit. Drooled between the top of her labia. She was painfully aware of every inch of her flesh exposed to him. Waiting for him.How can he just walk away from me? Each mouse click drove her further into madness. She whimpered.“Careful. You keep making noise, you might earn yourself a spanking.” His voice was light, like he was trying not to smile.Roxanne shifted her weight on the balls of her feet. Pointed her pussy more in the direction of his voice. “Why should I be careful?”Every pore of her skin seemed concentrated on him. A current of air blew against her flesh, catching around the little hairs on her shoulders, back, and ass. The desk chair groaned.Warm, soft pressure rounded her ass cheek. His hand. Roxanne lifted her head, sucked in a breath. He chuckled. “Does it drive you crazy to know how exposed Escort Bostancı you are to me, and that I am going to touch you, but you don’t know when or where?”Arching her back, she pushed against his hand. Moaned. Whimpered.As soon as his soothing palm left her skin, his sharp spank echoed across the little office. She moaned, her ass stinging, but she didn’t move.“You have beautiful skin, Roxanne.” Jesse’s hand trailed from her cheek south, curling into her cleft. Fingers brushed her labia. “So wet, baby. This beautiful little pussy.”She held her breath. Touch me. Please.He broke just inside her folds without touching her opening, and followed the line of her slit. Nudged her clit.Her legs trembled. “Oh.” “You’re very distracting. I should be working.” His finger trailed back and pushed deep into her. “Oh, God.”“Instead I’m thinking about your pussy and spanking that ass until it’s pink and raw and you beg me to fuck you. I can just imagine your sweet whimpers when I spread you open with my cock.”Her throat trembled around her shallow breaths. “Please, Jesse.”“Mmm. I don’t remember telling you to speak, Roxanne.” Fingers slid over the humps of her butt, clutching the top her cheeks. Cloth tickled her pussy until the outline of his cock fit into her crack. The tail of his T-shirt dragged over her lower back, warmth radiating from his body to hers. “Tell me to stop.” His voice was low, rough.“No.”“I don’t want to hurt you, Roxanne. We can be dirty or sweet, but tell me to stop if you need to, baby.”The whisper of his breath at her neck made her groan. Her hips wiggled, sinking his shaft further into her crack. “Jesse. Jesse, I’ve been a bad girl.”“You most certainly have.” He drew back. Swatted her burning ass again. “Should I keep spanking you, baby? Is that what you need?”“Oh god. Fuck. Yes.” Her pussy ached for his cock the more his hand stung her flesh. It was all she could do just to breathe.“A slap against your juicy ass for every time you’ve teased me? For every time you made me want you? For every second I spent without you and wanting nothing more than to look into your eyes and know you were mine?”The spankings that punctuated every sentence stopped. His hands clutched and spread her ass. She felt the lips of her pussy ease open.“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet. Open your legs.”Roxanne teetered on her heels, spreading her feet apart. Her mouth hung open, lips tingling as cold air seized her tongue.The slightest of wet pressure tickled the top of her labia. Lips, closing around her clit. He sucked and licked, his hands holding her spread ass in place. Moaning, twitching, her nerves on fire and her control crashing, she pressed her body harder into the cold desk and tried to keep her balance.His lips broke around her, his tongue following the line of her slit to her pussy. She squirmed as he hesitated. Then his tongue penetrated her pussy lips and pushed deep inside her until his nose bumped against her flesh. “Fuck! Jesse… fuck me. Fuck me!”His tongue crept out of her pussy, slid over the sensitive skin toward her ass. Calloused fingers shot over her cheeks, thumbing her asshole as his breath washed over it. Just before his wet muscle glided through.“Please, please. I need you. I need your cock inside me.” Fireworks shot through her skin, exploding within her bucking hips. He left her body.Her body quaked, hips undulating like aftershocks. “Jesse?”Roxanne stilled, trying to breathe softly enough to hear him. Rustles moved around her. In front of her.Something wet and tangy hooked over her top teeth. Directed her face upward and mouth open. His finger. The one that had just slipped by her pussy and ass.