going to be able to control the seduction. That being said, she decided she would push the seduction, and her goal now was to get him into her room. It didn’t matter whether he carried her there over his shoulder or followed meekly after her. Once they were in her bed, she would give the best show of herself possible, and she would use all of her new skills on him. From there, she would then enjoy the ride. She had no hidden talents, no wild tricks to pull on him.
"So, when are you taking me for this ride? I like night time." She offered.
"Then now is a good time," he said, and with a single gulp he finished off his beer.
She just pushed her nearly full glass toward the bartender and hopped off the barstool. He took her hand again like he already owned her, and led her out of the bar. Once outside she looked up at him, "So is this the ride to the beach you were talking about, or the one where you ride me, that you hinted at?" New-Kris was definitely on a role tonight, and she nearly cringed at her own boldness.
"Both of course," he told her.
"Then let’s do the beach tomorrow. I don't have a jacket with me, it’s still in the car."
He looked down at her. He assessed her, and he looked for something that might be a trap as she supposed. She returned his examining stare with open, fully aware, and wanting emotions pouring from her eyes.
"You have lube for an ass fucking?" he asked her, and she blanched. He got her, damn-it! He fucking got her. She was speechless, and she didn't' recover with anything more than an odd noise coming from deep in her throat.
"No matter," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to her room. "But I hope you don't disappoint anywhere else."
CHAPTER FIVE
She tossed the key on the dresser just before he took her in his powerful arms and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips and then explored her with an urgency she never felt before. She was sure, as she submitted to his intrusion, that she would encounter a lot of new experiences before the night was over.
Kristina had a small moment of panic when she realized that there was no stopping this now. This wasn't some farm boy, a lover who was just as nervous and inexperienced as she was. This was a man: very strong, powerful and currently focused solely on his domination of her. His only goal was to use her for his own pleasure.
He took her top from her, and he removed her bra with hands that were far more dexterous than she had surmised. There was no fumbling around either. No faltering with the unfamiliar clothing. Her nipples were painfully hard. She made desperate, almost fearful noises in her throat when he dropped her on the bed. With the same unhampered skill, he pulled her pants past her hips and off her legs, leaving her only in her peach silky panties which she put on to impress herself after her solo-ride earlier.
She searched his expression as he examined her, lying on the bed, captured, with nowhere to run. Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to teach the little girl a lesson about messing with grown men?
New-Kris reared up from her growing wonder and panic and she bounded off the bed. She grabbed his belt, and pulling it undone, began to work on opening his pants. She saw his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans, but when it was out and starring her in the face, she blanched again. She thought her rubber cock was a joke. But here it was, alive, hard and very real.
New-Kris choked back her gasp, took the monster in her hand and began sucking and stroking on him, just like she practiced. Her free hand rubbed across his abs, and explored his thighs as she sucked and stroked and massaged the bottom of his cock with her tongue. She read that a piercing with a stud through her tongue helped with this sensation, but she didn't have time to run out and get one. So she pressed and wrapped and massaged him with her tongue as hard as she could,
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