1. Neon Nights


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    trying to pull away. “Speak when you’re spoken to,” he said tightly. “And I told you to fucking call – me – James.” He released me suddenly and I fell against the railings, clutching at them desperately. I was half-afraid I would fall right over and become another unnoticed Vegas tragedy. “Now,” he said, “Get inside.” I started to turn but he grasped my elbow, halting me. I looked at him and something of a smirk crossed his arrogantly handsome face. “No. Crawl.” Any self-respect I’d managed to cling onto escaped me in that moment and was swept away into the air like cigarette smoke and broken dreams. I dropped down onto my hands and knees, cursing everything in my mind and forcing myself to think about the money. Five grand. Five thousand American dollars. “Faster!” Silver snapped and I hurried along, well aware of the way my clothes chafed against my sore bottom. I could feel how wet I was; my panties were soaked and sticking to my pussy. I knew I shouldn’t be turned on but I couldn’t help myself and I could only imagine Ethan’s amusement if he could see me. I figured I would have to edit the eventual story a little, if only to save his respect for me. Silver stopped in the bedroom and undressed hurriedly. I stayed on my hands and knees watching uncertainly as he dropped items of clothing onto the floor in turn before his eyes settled on me. A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. My heart hammered against my ribcage. There was complete silence in the room. “Take your ...
    clothes off,” Silver said and he sat on the edge of the bed as I raised myself cautiously to my feet, half-afraid he might do something unexpected. I dragged my uniform off over my head hurriedly, not wanting to let him out of my sight for longer than necessary. My shoes joined the small heap on the floor and a second later, my un-matching bra and panties followed suit. Silver’s eyes flicked lazily up and down my body like he was wondering how much it could take. I twisted my hands together behind my back so he wouldn’t see them shaking. “Let your hair down,” he said, and I reached up obediently to unclip it so long, dark waves tumbled over my shoulders and breasts in a veil of decency. His hand moved leisurely up and down his cock as he watched me stand uncomfortably in front of him. “All I ever think of is sex,” he finally said in a softer voice than I expected. “All day. Every day. When I’m with her, when I’m not. And I try not to but good God, it’s like a drug. The longer you try to go without, the more it burns inside you. I feel like Jekyll and Hyde. I’m Mr Goddamn-Perfect when I’m with her but when I get alone with a girl like you,” he paused for a second and his jaw clenched. “I just have to get it all – out.” I stepped back instinctively as he stood up. “It’s been fucking months. And I’m not gonna regret it. I’ve been craving this. I can’t fucking live without it.” I watched him, every sense on high-alert, my heart pounding and my palms sweaty. He stopped suddenly and ...
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