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I want to fuck you. I’m not like the little coeds you’re used to. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to caress or snuggle. I don’t want to be coy. I want you.”
    His eyes widen as I take a hold of his cock through his boxers.  
    “And you want me. When I saw you, I knew you were a sexy motherfucker with a cock that could fuck me until I can’t move. Now prove me right.”
    It takes him only a second to start stripping down before he turns his efforts on me, roughly pulling me out of my clothing. A rip sounds as he tugs my shirt over my head, but he doesn’t stop to acknowledge his destruction of my two hundred dollar article of clothing. His plush lips move to my neck as he throws the garment to the floor. My flesh rises at the gentle feel of his mouth and the swirl of his tongue.
    Shivers run through me. This is what I want. All thought beyond my current situation flees my mind. Any lasting sense of fear or memory of the past disappears. All I can feel are his hands on my body as he guides me back to the sofa in the middle of the open space. He smells of salt, sweat, and soap. I love it.
    He hisses when he backs up and his calf hits the glass coffee table. I take the opportunity to bite his lower lip. It brings his attention back where I need it to be: on me. He yanks his head away and gives me an annoyed look.  
    I lick my bottom lip and run the palms of my hands over my breasts. The dark skinned young man in front of me tries to take charge of me again, but I take a fast step back. “I forgot your name.” My voice drips with seduction.
    “Vincent,” he replies, smooth, deep, and low.
    I drop my eyes to where one of his hands wraps around his hard cock, then run my hands down my body and dip a finger into the folds between my legs. “Vincent, have you ever tasted a movie star before?”
    He doesn’t speak; just shakes his head and watches me sit down on the edge of the sofa. I lift and spread my legs as I lean back into the plush cushions. Men like a show to whet their appetites, and performing is what I do.
    I run my finger up and down the length of my pussy and slip one finger into my vagina, then pull it out slowly. “Look at what you’ve done to me, Vincent. What do you think I’ll taste like?”
    “Fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his dick and taking a step forward.
    “Stop.”
    His eyes flash with anger again, as if I’m just playing with him, but he moves no farther.
    “You know what will happen if you talk to any media about this night, right?”  
    He remains quiet.  
    I continue. “I’ll deny it, and my publicist will destroy your credibility so completely, not even your mother will believe you.”
    “I won’t say nothing.”
    “Good boy, Vincent. Now tell me what you’re going to do to me when I let you get near me.”
    “Damn, baby. I’m gonna lick that pussy up and down. I’m gonna make you scream when you come. See these?” He holds up his right hand and spreads his long fingers. “These are gonna make you squirt.”
    I gently glide my index finger over my swollen clit. “What makes you think you can make me come, Vincent ?”
    He obviously doesn’t want to play anymore and lost his shyness because he takes two giant steps to me and says, “Shut up and let me show you.”
    I love the new confidence in his voice, but I love the wet heat of his tongue even more.  
    He flattens it against the throbbing length of my pussy, then rakes it across until the end of his tongue flicks my clitoris hard. Vincent licks at me greedily which causes the muscles in my legs to tighten and twitch. The prickling heat spreads from the core of me down to the tips of my toes. Blood rushes through my veins, thrumming inside of me until I can only hear the beating of my heart and his lapping tongue.
    I can’t stop my moans, and don’t want to, as he slides one long finger into me. He bends it just right to press against that powerful spot that makes my toes and fingers curl. My head presses