Chapter 1: Unveiled Desires
I leaned back on the plush velvet couch in our dimly lit loft, a glass of red wine swirling in my hand, as Eran sauntered in wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that clung to her curves like a lover’s caress. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes glinted with a mischievous spark that told me she was up to something. My pulse quickened. Eran wasn’t just my girlfriend; she was a goddamn force of nature—wild, unapologetic, and always in control.
‘So, babe,’ she purred, straddling my lap with a confidence that made my breath hitch. Her robe parted just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of her thigh. ‘Wanna hear a little story about my past?’
I smirked, trying to play it cool despite the heat already building in my core. ‘Depends. Is it gonna make me jealous or just turn me on?’
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through me. ‘Oh, honey, I think it’ll do both. Let me tell you about Randolph.’
My brow arched. ‘Your ex? The one you said was “forgettable”?’
‘Oh, I lied,’ she teased, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. ‘Randolph was anything but forgettable. That man had a cock so big and fat, I used to call it my personal daddi dick. I’d get on my knees for it without a second thought.’
I swallowed hard, a mix of intrigue and envy swirling in my gut. ‘You’re shitting me. You, on your knees? I thought no one could tame you.’
‘Tame me?’ She scoffed, her eyes flashing with defiance. ‘No one tames Eran, sweetheart. I sucked him off because I wanted to—because I loved the way he’d groan when I took him deep, the way that hard, throbbing beast felt in my mouth. Best blowjob of his life, he said. And trust me, I made sure it was.’
Her words painted vivid, filthy images in my mind, and I couldn’t help but shift beneath her, my own desire stirring. ‘Damn, Eran. You’re not holding back, are you?’
‘Never,’ she whispered, leaning in close, her lips brushing my ear. ‘And when I rode him? God, I’d grind on that manly dick until he was sweating, panting, begging for mercy. I’d get so wet, dripping for him, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. I came so hard I’d see stars.’
My hands gripped her hips instinctively, my fingers digging into her flesh as her story ignited a fire in me. ‘You’re a fucking menace, you know that?’ I growled, my voice thick with lust. ‘Telling me this while you’re sitting on me like you own me.’
‘Oh, I do own you,’ she shot back, her grin wicked as she rolled her hips against mine, teasing me through the thin fabric of her robe. ‘But don’t worry, babe. I’m about to show you why I’m even better now.’
She slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist, revealing her bare, glistening skin. My eyes drank her in—every curve, every inch of her radiating raw, unbridled power. My hands roamed up her sides, desperate to feel her, to claim her as mine in this moment. She leaned down, her lips crashing into mine with a hunger that matched my own, her tongue demanding entrance as her body pressed against me, hot and insistent.
I could feel her heat, her need, and I knew we were seconds away from tearing into each other. My fingers slipped lower, brushing against her, finding her already wet, ready, and I groaned into her mouth. ‘Fuck, Eran, you’re gonna kill me.’
‘Good,’ she hissed, her nails raking down my back as she tugged at my shirt. ‘Now shut up and let me show you how I ride.’
And just like that, the world narrowed to the two of us, the air thick with anticipation, our bodies poised on the edge of an explosive collision.
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