She blushes, her blush is absurd. I laugh at her false shame. The blouse had torn from one shoulder and down the middle where it was buttoned. Fuck, my cock jumps at the sight of Alexa in the black, sheer bra across her beautiful breasts. Like a fucking kid, I clumsily cup one heavy, full breast. I’m unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of the nipple tightening as I rub my thumb over it. Her breath is coming out of her ragged as I run my hand down and then over to her other breast teasing it more lightly than the first. She moans. I tweak her nipple painfully. “Keep your fucking mouth closed.”

Her eyes flash at me even as she presses her lips together tighter. Good, I don’t want to hear anything that reminds me of those fantasies I had of her. Those were of another woman, a woman who does not exist. This is a woman who played a part to get what she wanted. I wish knowing everything about her was a lie made the hunger go away. The only way to sate this hunger is to feed it and be done with it and her.

Her skin glows against the black silk covering her, the closure is in the front between her breasts. The catch falls apart easily, I draw one silky cup away from her. Dreams and fantasies are nothing compared to the real thing, full, sweetly rounded pouting for attention. Cupping the slight weight of her, she fits and fills my hand perfectly. I tease the tight, dusky coral nipple with a few swipes of my thumb. I’m fascinated by the play of emotion on Alexa’s face. Highly sensitive nipples, duly noted is my last thought as I give into the need to sample her.

A light grazing of my tongue teases her to full attention before I take the sweet bud into my mouth and suck lightly. Just a sample of her then my hunger takes over until she is gasping, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. Her legs give out, I swing her up and take her over to her bed. I’m not gentle as I set her down. Gentle is not something she deserves anymore. Once I dreamed of gentle, of slow, of hours. Now I just need to fuck her and get this hunger out of my system.

Her slacks are easy to remove as I slide them off her body. She is laying there, her bra still half on beneath her torn shirt, she looks scared. Before today I would have murmured assurances, whispered promises of pleasure in her ear. Now I don’t have them in me to give her.