"One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass."

Morgan Ann Bennett

The sun had gone down to let the moon rise and shine through Chris's loft.

I went through Hell and back trying to get the key from Mary so I could start setting up. It was nothing special, I just tidied up and lit some candles around the loft.

Just to be extra, I got some champagne, strawberries and whipped cream.

Pleased with all I'd done, I bounced around the living room in my robe with a glass of champagne in my hand.

I danced around, listening to Britney Spears's "I'm a Slave 4 U " song played.

My eyes whipped to the time displayed on the oven for the fifth time in under two minutes.

Curious, I got the idea to check his location.

I did a spit take when I saw that he was down the street already.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh My God! I mentally panicked, racing to the bedroom to change.

I reached under the bed and grabbed what I needed, tossing my black Kate Spade weekender bag onto the bed.

Peeling my post-shower robe off, I moisturized the skin I had just gotten waxed earlier in the day.

My eyes widened with sparkle in them as I held the lacy pink underwire cutout thong bodysuit to my body.

In the next instant, I carefully slipped into it and ogled my body in the full mirror parallel to the platform bed.

"Perfect!" I complimented my figure as I turned slightly to look at my ass, rubbing coconut oil over my skin.

If this doesn't make him love me, I don't know what will.

I lightly sprayed the amber fragrance in various spots from my neck, wrists, above the navel, and my ankles.

Lastly, I let my hair fall and brushed out the bouncy curls unlike it was styled to my liking.

"Okay, ready." I breathed out as I puckered my lips in the mirror.

With a deep breath, I checked his location one more time and saw he's in the parking garage.

My heart skipped a beat.

I turned the lights down except for the overheads above his bed, and turned up the music playing from the tracks I had queued.

Before retracting into the darkness where he wouldn't see me, I downed a shot of patron and then went into hiding.

I'm so nervous. It feels like I'm about to have sex for the first time, I talked in my head.

At long last, the keys turned in the lock and I jittered with anxiety.

Chris walked in finally, and chuckled, dropping his bag to the floor.

I quietly laughed through my nose at his reaction.

"Oh, this is what we're doing?" His deep voice asked.

"—I wanna make you hungry. Then I wanna feed ya. I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa. I wanna be a champion. I wanna be a loser. I'll even be a clown 'cause I just wanna amuse ya." The Maneskin lyrics played loudly through the apartment. I knew the words by heart but had to resist the urge to sing, hum, or even tap. But God, with those lyrics, in this moment, I wanted to put the song on repeat and get railed to it all. Night. Long.

I watched Christopher take a strawberry in his mouth then wash it down with some champagne straight from the bottle. He's something else.

Next, Chris strolled into the bedroom and raised am impressed eyebrow.

Even the way he stepped out of his black and white high top Nike Dunks, and folded up the sleeves to his crisp, fitted, plain black button-down shirt got me going.

With his back to me, I stepped from behind the custom glass window pane black metal sliding door and put my hands on his body, keeping him in place.

His hands glided over mine just briefly before he tried bringing me to the front of his body.

"Unh-unh." I teased, forcing his hands off of me.

He exhaled with a sort of laugh that translated as impatient and uncooperative but I was going to make him wait before just ripping my lingerie off.

Chris slowly turned and his eyes fell on me. If I had a little less willpower, I would've dropped to my knees that second.

I shuddered but managed to force him down into the chair before the bed.

His smirk was crooked, wicked. His gaze elevating from my feet to my eyes as they were locked on him.

I smiled wide, turning so he could get a full view.

"Goddamn," flew from his lips and I looked over my shoulder at him staring at my ass.

A proud smile crept onto my lips and I dropped onto his lap, pushing my back into his chest as my legs lengthened under me.

Chris's lips were warm against my neck. I shut my eyes and sealed my lips, giving into his touch.

He moaned in my ear, grabbing both breasts in his large hands.
I felt instantly aroused and he knew me well enough to tell that by the way my thighs glued together.

I quickly gasped, heart hammering in my chest, as his hand dipped between my legs.

My fingers tousled in his hair before I yanked and earned his grip around my throat in return.

I kept my lips parted and stared into his eyes hoping I looked more dominant than I felt but it was hard to stay in control with his firm touch and overall demanding personality.

Wanting to keep this about his pleasure, I lifted from Chris's stiff lap and nudged his knees further apart so I could sit on mine between them.

Eyes ablaze at the bulge in his navy-colored chino pants, I worked at the button to get them undone.

His eyes were bright with lust as he bit his lip, my chin in the cup of his hand.

I sat there, preparing myself for a second, wondering how I'd please him this time, like I'd never seen a dick before - his dick.

Chris chuckled and ran his hand through my hair, stopping at the back of my head where he pulled me closer to him.

I opened my watering mouth and reached upwards, dragging my tongue across the base of his erection.

As a knee jerk reaction, he roughly yanked my hair and I winced but didn't stop teasingly flicking my tongue on the tip, tasting the pre-cum that drizzled out.

I was just so excited and thankful he was letting me do this again after so much time.

My fingers wrapped around his cock as I sucked the tip into my mouth.

Chris pulled my hair harder, sending pulses of pain all over my scalp.
Eyes watering as I took him further down my throat, I started gagging on him.

"That's right," he moaned, brushing the hair from my face. "Good girl... good fucking girl."

Feeling the wetness pool between my thighs, I spread them and dipped my finger into my arousal, letting out a broken sigh.  It wasn't one of relief because that wouldn't come until his cock was deep inside of me, my fingers could never equal to that, but I tried to feel something.

I moaned, my hips rocking as fingered myself, filling up on pleasure at both ends.

Chris grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away, sucking my wet finger into his mouth.

I whimpered, missing the stimulation that fast, and his other hand impatiently pushed my head down, driving his cock further down my throat, and he kept me there until I had to mentally remind myself to breathe through my nose before I almost couldn't breathe at all.

"Oh, fuck!" he roared loudly, releasing my head from his hands finally.

I pulled away, gasping, salvia spilling onto my chin and over my breasts.

"Shit." He hissed. Watching his body go rigid, I sucked my lips into my mouth and pushed the thong to the side to slip my fingers back inside of me.

Chris stood tall, staring down at me with sinful eyes, and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Next, he removed his tank top and then dropped his pants and briefs with it.

I took in all 6'2" of him, admiring his physique, not caring that I was practically drooling.

He helped me off of the floor and carefully walked me to the edge of the bed where I stood against it, waiting for whatever he wanted to do to me.

I reached and released half his hair from the rubber band and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips again, this time gently with patience.

Chris carefully unclasped the bustier of my lingerie and watched the fabric fall from my shoulders, revealing all of my breasts to him.

His lips sucked into his mouth then he dropped to his knees and ripped the rest of the material from my body.

He nipped along my hip bone to above my clit and rose again, palming both sides of my face.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked lowly, pulling away.

I smiled. "Nothing, yet."

He smirked. One of his hands fell on my shoulder and guided me back on the bed where I spread my legs for him to settle between them and he did.

His breath washed over me and I involuntarily shook.

I tried to keep myself propped up with my elbows but fell quickly as he slid his tongue over my pussy.

Head tossing back, my feet dug in the mattress, and I let him drive me wild with his mouth.

I grew hotter and hotter, eyes flickering as he sucked my clit.
He kissed it and then pressed him thumb there. Hard. Dropping his tongue lower and it entered me.

I squirmed on the bed, whimpering.

His forearm impatiently held me down at my lower stomach and I crunched my body upwards, feeling like I was about to cum.

"Oh my God!" I screamed, grabbing the sheets.

His eyes left mine, focusing on me.

Chris brung his wet face up and licked his lips, two fingers in a 'come here' gesturing motion deep inside of me.

"So pretty," he complimented my pussy, eyes lost there for some time.

My legs started contracting, shaking, and I closed my thighs on his hand before releasing.

But he didn't stop, thrusting his fingers faster and using his other thumb to stimulate my sensitive clit until I cried out and creamed myself, coating his fingers.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth and moaned.

My vision went blurry for a second, mouth dry.

Chris crawled to my lips and I sucked his tongue, loving the taste.

I felt his cock tapping against my pussy and I bit down on my smile.

Chris helped bring my leg over his shoulder and he kissed over my foot and ankle, sliding his cock over my pussy. He rubbed the tip against my clit and I threw my head back.

I moaned, guiding his hard erection inside of me. My eyes bulged at the sudden stretch. This definitely felt like my first time.

"Fuck," he moaned, tossing his head back. "I almost forgot how good your pussy feels."

He held my ankle and thrusted in and out of me by surprise.

Chris lowered himself and kissed down my chest and stomach.

He pulled out and backed against the wall, bringing me onto his lap.

I moved so that I was straddling him and tossed my hair to the side, out of my face so he could see how good this made me feel.

I leveraged him onto his back so I could have full control, unable when he fucks me from underneath like that. While it was so filling, I wanted to top him for a change.

Chris let his hands lock under his head and he smirked up at me.

Pushing my hands into his hard chest, I lifted myself and then looked back as I dropped onto his cock harder than before, repeating this as he grunted.

I fought the urge to ride him harder despite the way him watching me made my cheeks burn.

"How's that, daddy?" I smirked, grabbing his throat.

When he didn't object, I squeezed slightly tighter and giggled, my hips circling.

One hand grabbed my hips, the other stayed casually behind his head.

He released his lower lip from between his teeth and moaned, eyeing me as I squeezed my breasts in my hands, hips still grinding against his.

"You know I love when you ride me, baby," he rasped. "keep doing it... just like that."

I smiled proud at his words of encouragement and didn't stop or speed up or dare slow down. This was perfect.

At a point, my legs trembled and I rolled over.

Chris pulled me into his body, the both of us on our sides.

He kissed the side of my face and ripped into me with no hesitation.

He kept my leg up while the other hand slapped my clit.

His moans came split seconds after mine until they synched up in a chorus that rose to the industrial ceiling.

Chris pinched my clit and I screamed, falling apart.

"Chris!" I cried out, shaking.

He kissed down my spine and flipped my body over, giving me a spanking that had no effect on me at first because I was still dazed.

His teeth sunk into my ass and I brought his lips to mine.

He grabbed my throat and lifted my ass to him.

Our lips tore apart as he reached around and fingered me, making me moan into his mouth.

His lips grazed mine and he started teasing me as I was weak under his weight and touch.

"R-right there," I whimpered.

He found my g-spot and rubbed against it, replacing his fingers with his cock.

I couldn't find my breath and whined, completely broken. "Mmm..."

He hooked his fingers on both sides of my mouth. My eyes rolled back as he pounded into me.

His teeth bit into my shoulder until I lied flat on the mattress, breaking position but that didn't stop him.

He grunted in my ear, skin slapping against my ass that made music with our moans.

I was so so full, tears falling from my eyes but I couldn't stop, my toes curling as I neared a high.

When he slapped my ass I felt it this time and the following two times.

"I can't-" I whispered, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from my forehead.

"I'm going to cum," I announced, voice mostly muffled as my head was stuffed in the mattress.

"Then turn around, let me see you," he ordered, pulling out.

I was bewildered by his words and force, easily complying.

Chris grabbed my face and kissed my lips as I fell onto my back, not caring we were on the edge of the bed and my head was hanging off.

Suddenly, I was pulled down by my ankles and Chris chuckled, sliding his hand down my body.

I wrapped my legs around him, bringing his body close.

He grabbed my head on both sides and kissed me deeply.

I moaned into the kiss and then smiled against his lips.

Chris first made sure my legs were straight together and then locked our fingers over my head.

He sucked my nipples and then sucked on my neck, distracting me from his cock entering me.

As my lips parted, a gasp about to escape, Chris looked at me and then pecked my lips over and over.

"You can take it," he reminded me in a whisper in my ear.

His hips rolled steadily, comfortably at first.

"I love it," I spilled. "You're so big. Please don't stop."

The longer I talked, the longer he stared at my lips, getting lost on them.

"I need you to cum for me," he talked, making my toes curl.

"Yeah? Are you going to cum inside me, daddy?" I kissed the corner of his mouth.

He swallowed and nodded. "Fuck. Yes, baby." He growled, speeding up.

I was suddenly charged with a need to make him finish.

He bucked into me, watching my body react.

It wasn't long before my body shattered with an intense pleasure that made me feel out of my body.

He roared, suddenly releasing inside of me and continuing to thrust until his body went limp on top of mine.

Our skin was sticky and hot, having shared all of that passion.

He used what little strength he had left to roll over.

I weakly carried myself to the bathroom, stumbling along the way like a newborn deer on ice.

When I returned from the bathroom, having freshened up, I found Chris pulling on some boxers which he only slept in. He then pulled the covers over his body and fluffed his pillow, did all of this with his eyes closed.

I shook my head, walking across the room.

I found his water bottle and offered it to him but he claimed he didn't want it. Knowing he'd just get up and raid the fridge for one later, I set it on the stand on his side.

I pulled on one of his t-shirts and made myself comfortable under the covers, putting my leg on him so he could sleep.

My eyes were heavy and almost shut when I shot up and realized the whole reason I was here in the first place.

"Chris?" I sniffled, shaking his body.

I plucked the scrunchie on my wrist as I waited for him to answer.

"Chris," I cooed.

"What, Morgan?" He mumbled. Cranky when he can't get his eight hours.

I sniffled again and that got his attention.

He sat up and took my hand in his. "What's wrong?" The concern was clear in his tone.

I looked between his two eyes.

"I love you..." I finally revealed.

*** To Be Continued ***