LET'S SEE HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK OUT -> My first erotica ..

LET'S SEE HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK OUT -> My first erotica post - from the series BURNED BEFORE SUNRISE - Enjoy! _____________________________________________ IN EXILE - PROLOGUE “Don’t be afraid to miss me.” I heard him say from the couch. We were in my hotel room, one of the many we’ve been in for the past two weeks. I was smoking a cigarette. The smoke was filling my lungs, burning me on the inside. A fire that was far less potent than the fire he was making me feel. I was a sinner, the worst type of sinner. But so was he. We were playing the kind of game that would leave me shattered. Even so, I was in for the last round. “I am not going to miss you.” I lied. I was already missing part of who I was when I was with him. I was biting my lip, knowing that in a few seconds I would have his hands all over me, I just wanted to prolong the anticipation just a little bit more. “You are beautiful.” I heard him saying as he locked eyes with me. I was standing near the window far from his grip, and yet I felt like he was already so close. I started gasping. Why did I let this man have such an effect on me? Ever since we met two weeks ago, my mind has been fighting a war that was already lost. This was the denial part. “I would worry that you would be the one missing me.” I dared him, my eyes still locked on his. If looks could kill… “I don’t ever do the missing part.” said the lion hunting its prey. The question was: Who was the better liar? I was starting to fail the standards. I was now on top of him, staring in those blue, icy feral eyes. The kind of eyes that tell you there is no soul underneath the surface. Cold and heartless. “Come here,” he demanded. “hold me.” I did as I was told and started laying on his chest, my head resting on his shoulder. I wanted to bite him and leave my marks on his naked body. I refrained from it. “I am going to fuck you and let your mind keep recalling every detail that is about to happen.” he threatened. “Cocky…” I managed to say but knew that he was right. He started touching me, slowly teasing my skin through my pantyhose. “Undress!” his authoritative tone was making me wet and insane with need. I started doing his biding, getting my dress off, as he was watching. “I love how you always wear these provocative outfits underneath…” he finished saying as he plunged with his lips on my nipples, sucking them hard. I moaned in pleasure, needing more of his lips, more of him. With one swift move, he switched me underneath him, starting to tear down all the fabric. I was wet and panting and lost. I hated him for every single way he made my body crave his. “How bad do you want me to fill you up?” he asked as he was sliding a finger inside my soaked pussy. “And don’t you dare lie to me.” He commanded. “I … want your cock inside me really bad.” was the last thing I could say before I lost myself to all the sins that burned my skin alive. That was the last night he was going to be mine for the take.