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“Mr. Ren, do I need to remind you that there is no touching in the private room?” Rey teased Kylo after they’d finally stumbled into her tiny apartment. Once their bodies collided in the elevator, the Kraken had unleashed a desire more fierce than she’d felt in her entire sexual life.
Never before had unlocking the multiple deadbolts on her apartment door been so hard, putting the key in the keyholes was proving to be impossible. His octopus hands wouldn’t stop touching her all over, and his soft lips that pressed to the crook of her neck made it hard to concentrate.
As the time slowed down in the hallway, she couldn’t help but sing his praises under her breath for how well he could feel her up on the short walk from the elevator to her front door. Her tits and ass had never felt so alive underneath his hands. But in the same breath, she also cursed the series of deadbolts that kept them from getting into her apartment quickly.
Steady, Rey. One more key. You can do this! she coached herself along, her trembling fingers betrayed her. She was pretty sure Kylo knew exactly how to put his key in her lock. She internally rolled her eyes at herself because her sexual maturity seemed not much higher than a frat boy.
A few days before, an innocence test had floated around the staff at “Fantasy Island”. She was embarrassed to share her score with the ladies who worked with her. They’d all lived life to the fullest with no inhibitions and kinks galore. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d not performed most of the things on the list that her counterparts had done. She was vanilla as they came. She had the lowest score of them all and secretly wished she had explored the opposite sex a little more.
Tonight, she’d change all that, and check off a few more boxes and maybe increase her score a little. But first, she’d have to get Mr. Likes-to-Touch-a-Lot under her control.
--*--
How was he going to keep his hands off her? He hadn’t even kissed her lips yet or seen her naked, and yet, he felt like a caged animal ready to pounce once they were freed from captivity.
Kylo wanted to help her with the locks, but it was too much fun teasing her, watching her fumble around. He particularly liked how soft the curve of her hips felt on his palms and how the delicate flesh of her neck tasted like sea salt and caramel. He estimated that he could encircle her waist with his hands, and he imagined how easy it’d be to maneuver her around his body-pulling her to and fro. He’d been hard since the elevator, and his cock twitched thinking about how good she’d feel.
“It’s not much, but it’s home,” he heard her say in a small voice. The sound of the keys hit a nearby countertop, and he looked around the tiny room. His closet was bigger than her apartment. It dumbfounded him that her tiny kitchen, twin bed, and Ikea table could fit amongst his Armani suits and hundreds of pairs of shoes. He felt a slight twinge of guilt. How could he live lavishly while she seemed to scrape together everything she owned in this tidy box of an apartment?
He’d have to be gentle with her--there was no room here to get rough in her tiny place. He couldn’t fuck her senseless and break her things. He couldn’t push her up against the wall for fear of ripping a hole in the cheap drywall or take the chance of breaking her only table if he threw her on it. The nicknacks she collected looked so nice on their shelves. He’d hate to break the things she worked hard for.
“I like it.” He cast his eyes to the bed. Such a small piece of furniture for his body type, but he’d make it work...for her.
“You’re just saying that. It’s a dump really.” He watched her wrench her hands on the knot of her white shirt. He hated to see her feel this way about where she lived.
“Do you pay for everything yourself?” He grabbed her hands and felt her immediately relax.
“Yeah.”
“Everything you own has been because of your hustle and hard work?” Her eyes looked up to him through her long lashes.
She nodded her head yes.
“Then you should be proud.” His hands cupped her face, tilting her chin up so he could see her more fully. He’d been dying to kiss her ever since he saw her, and he wouldn’t waste another moment. His head tilted down chest tightened when he heard her gulp. He could feel every hair on the back of his neck stand up as the excitement of kissing her rushed through his body.
--*--
She wanted to kiss him badly, but she’d made up her mind and formulated a plan on the fly to seduce this man. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him (even if she was ready to give herself to someone she’d just met). Something about Kylo let her be herself around him, and she’d not felt safe with men in a long time. Maybe the safety came from his act of protecting her at the club. She’d not ever had an advocate on her side, and it felt nice.
Always fantasizing about the perfect lover, Kylo exceeded every expectation of her very limited experience. Let’s face it. She’d not been around many stellar men as she’d grown up in the foster care system, being bounced around from one house to the next. There weren’t many prime examples of a good man at “Fantasy Island” either.
Being able to be herself around him and not having to act like a different person felt good for a change. She’d enjoyed teasing him in the car and watching the ears that poked out from his shaggy hair turn red when she teased him. Rey welcomed the feeling of wanting to play lover’s games with him. All these emotions rolled up into one glorious knot in her gut, and she hoped those nerves marked the beginning of what would be more than a one night stand.
And if it ended up being a one-time thing, she wanted to make it last and draw it out as long as possible.
In the millisecond before his lips touched hers, she did the impossible--she turned her head. How she refused him, she hadn’t a clue, and she could feel him tense when she didn’t follow his lead.
Her mouth moved to his earlobe with a steadfast purpose.
She imagined herself being The Big Bad Wolf, telling him what big ears you have and proceed to nibble the hell out of them. But until then, she’d have to show some restraint or until she gave in.
“I told you, ‘No touching!’ Now, go take a seat on the bed,” she whispered in his ear as she drew a line down his jacket collar, slowly and seductively hitting each hand-done stitch before pushing him away from her. Kylo’s jaw flexed as his nostrils puffed like a bull about to rush through a red cape.
With only three steps backward, his calves hit the mattress. He didn’t move, only stared at her. He looked like a man drowning, suspended underwater, waiting for her to save him.
“I said take a seat.” The dominance in her voice surprised her.
His knees bent, and he plopped himself on the foot of her bed that now looked tiny with him on it. The colors of the boho green and gold pillows on her bed popped behind his dark suit. He looked odd sitting there in her funky, hand-me-down apartment. He stuck out like a sore thumb. All put together in clothes that cost way more than she would ever make in a year. He even smelled expensive, like leather and sandalwood. She, on the other hand, bought her beauty products at the dollar store and was happy to have a place to bathe and a bar of soap she didn’t have to share with anyone.
She finally found the courage to speak. She wouldn’t let this night pass without having a little fun. He looked so strong and delicious sitting there with his dark eyes fixed on her.
“I didn’t honor your request back at the club for a private audience, but I thought you might appreciate a little something from me now,” she awkwardly turned to the boombox she bought at Goodwill and guessed it was from the early 2000s. She knew the cd that was already loaded and figured number four was spot on, plus it’d be a good song to dance to. The song was bomb, and the rest of the cd would be a pretty good soundtrack to fuck to. She was pretty sure that she wouldn’t even notice the music after a while. She was ready to get wrapped up in one large man who waited for her patiently on the edge of her bed.
She hit play and faced her audience.
“What a Man” by EnVouge and Salt-N-Peppa began to play. She’d always liked her nineties rap and R&B.
Was that song cheesy? Yes.
Should she have chosen another one? Maybe.
Did she feel like her soul was on display from the blast of the first note as she watched him expectantly wait for her next move? Also yes.
“You’re going to dance for me?” he cleared his throat and wiped his palms on his thighs. The thighs that had muscles popping out of the fabric of his pants. Those large hands mesmerized her, and she almost forgot what she was doing.
“You okay with that?”
She smiled when all he could do was nod his head yes. The knot on her shirt untied first. She made sure she rolled her shoulders as the material slinked down the skin of her arms before the shirt hit the floor. She knew by how his eyes widened that he liked what he saw even though she had no idea what she was doing. By his reaction, she knew the black, strapless bra was a good choice.
“Whatta Man. Whatta Man. Whatta Man. Whatta Mighty Good Man” blasted through the weak speakers as best it could. The bass didn’t boom like it did back at the club, but the ladies rapping, paying homage to good men transcended the sound system.
Rey slinked her fingers to her hips as she rolled them back and forth in a circle eight, keeping the seductive rhythm to the song and somehow channeling the vibe from the ladies she worked with and had watched for a few months now.
The molasses speed in which she unzipped the zipper seemed to make his face contort into something that looked like he was in pain. Kylo squirmed and slowly bucked his hips. She’d never seen anyone try so hard to be still and fail miserably.
Was she turning him on?
That’s when she noticed the bulge pressing between the apex of his thighs. Yep. She definitely had turned him on. An evil smile crossed her lips. It felt so good to watch him be hard for her.
Her skirt fell to the floor, and she tiptoed out of the tiny thing. She couldn’t help hear the grunt he tried to stifle. She always liked how her ass looked in a thong.
She couldn’t fathom what it was like as a man, walking around with their cocks swinging between their legs 24/7, but she thought his cock must hurt being constrained like that in those tight-ish pants of his. She wondered if he needed to let it breathe and get some air? Especially something so...so big underneath the constricting fabric. Since when was she so into the health of a man’s cock?
Since now apparently.
“Does it hurt?” she asked out of concern and continued to let her hands roam across her toned stomach while she waited for him to respond. She tried to calm the butterflies by caressing her belly, but the flutters weren’t going to stop any time soon.
“What?” he asked as if coming out of a mental fog.
“You look like you’re hurting. Does your, um,” Rey stumbled on the word cock, losing her courage but staring at the hugeness, dying to be released from his pants.
“My cock, you mean?” He manspread his powerful legs, making his width even wider than her bed. She trapped moan in the back of her throat and tried to stifle it by biting her lip. She should’ve let it out for him to hear because the noise that came out sounded like a wounded chipmunk.
His new stance showcased the topic of their discussion, and the view left her mute. She now understood why the male species out in the wild would peacock to woo their mate. This man had struck a pose all dressed in an expensive suit, looking like he was chiseled by Aphrodite herself. Looking the way he did pretty much secured the fact that she would absolutely let him fuck her tonight.
“Yes, your...cock.”
“No, it doesn’t hurt. Just a bit uncomfortable, but he’s doing all right, watching you.”
“Do you want to take it out while you watch? It looks painful.” She was doing him a favor really. She in no way had any ulterior motives other than wanting him to be comfortable as he took in the show. It had nothing to do with her curiosity about just how big he was.
“You want to see it, don’t you?”
Her shyness had melted away, and it seemed easy to ask him to undress for her.
“Mmm. Hmm.”
“I just have one request before I do.”
“Anything,” she breathed.
“Take off that bra, and I’ll take off my pants.”
She liked this game of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
“I want to see those perfect little tits that have been teasing me all night underneath the lace.” She had no idea that her breasts could ever tease anyone.
She didn’t ask him why on earth would he want to see her tits. She barely filled a B cup, and they weren’t anything that got her any attention before. Now, her ass, for that matter, was something she was proud of. She had a little junk in her trunk that always got the attention of men, especially when she wore her yoga pants.
She lazily let a fingertip outline the areola on top of the satin of one of her breasts while she squeezed it with her other hand.
“You want to see my little tits, Kylo?”
“Fuck yes.”
“What do you want to do with them once you can see them.”
“I want them in my mouth.”
“Do you now?” Her hands stopped their caressing, and she moved to undo the clasp that set between what cleavage she did have.
“I want to suck and lick them until they’re raw and sore, so the pain reminds you of me,” he grunted. He quickly began undoing his belt and pants, keeping up his end of the bargain.
“I’d like that very much, Kylo.” She stepped closer and was able to hear his ragged breathing. She positioned herself mere inches from his face.
“Say my name again,” he demanded as the clasp popped open.
—*—
In front of him stared the sweetest set of tits; her nipples had already pebbled. His tongue yearned to flick the sweet buds. What would she sound like as he sucked and nipped like a kid with a lollipop? His cock was so ready to feel her and be inside what he knew to be the sweetest cunt.
“Why should I say it again?” she asked, taking her slender hand and cupping her breasts together.
“It sounds so good coming out of that pretty little mouth.”
“You like my mouth, Kylo?”
“Yes.”
“What shall we do with my mouth, Kylo?” She asked, leaving her lips in a perfect O.
“First, you’re going to fucking kiss me.”
His hands reached up to grab her waist to pull her in for the kiss, but they were met with a firm slap.
“No touching! Did you not hear the rules or do I need to repeat them?”
“You can’t expect to have your tits this close to me and not be able to taste them and you.” He was dying to know if her skin tasted as good as she smelled.
“You have to have some patience. Good things come to those who wait. And I think someone has already forgotten his end of the bargain.”
She cleared her throat and turned herself around. Her round ass tempted his hands something fierce.
She bent over, twerking her ass like Beyonce in plain view. Her pink, pussy lips peeked out from the string of her thong. Her ass was a thing of beauty--round and full. He would definitely like to take her from behind. That view alone made him writhe in glorious agony.
“Your cock, Kylo. Take it out before I have to punish you.”
Did she just say she’d punish him? Why would she threaten him with a good time?
“I’ll take any punishment you want to give me,” he growled as he unbuttoned his slacks and kicked them off with fervor; his black underwear came off with it in the process. He was nothing if not proficient. He even took off his shirt and tie for good measure. From here on out, he wanted to be naked with her and have nothing in the way of fully having her.
He could see her bare cunt glistening from the little bit of moonlight that peeked in from the lonely window in the room. He knew he’d glide right in; she was already so wet for him.
Peeking over her shoulder as she danced, he watched her eyes get big with wonder as she took in the view.
“I’m ready for you, Baby Girl.” He stroked himself rubbing the precum all over his tip. Using his hand on his cock was like bandaging an open wound with a band-aid when what it really needed was stitches. Only her cunt could ease the tension that was rising.
He watched her bounce backward, positioning herself between his legs, her palms balanced on his knees. He let her make all the moves. Even though he wanted to fuck her senseless right now, he would let her take it slow. At least for now.
She maneuvered her ass to his cock, making him hiss when they made skin-to-skin contact for the first time. She bounced his cock between her cheeks like she was a pro.
“Fuck, Rey.” He swallowed the lump hanging in the back of his throat. He wasn’t inside her yet, and she felt so good. Just watching her juicy ass bounce up and down his shaft was just about the sexiest foreplay he’d ever experienced.
“Are you sure you're not a stripper?” he asked.
“Only for you, Kylo.”
“Well, if you’re my personal stripper, then those stupid rules are null and void, aren’t they?
"I guess so," she squeaked out when his hands clasped around her small waist.
"At the club, a lap dance would have to suffice, but since there are no rules here, I get to do whatever I want with you, Baby Girl."
In one swift motion, he spun her around and sat her on his lap where he came face to face with his doe-eyed beauty with the sexy British accent that drove him mad. She squealed with excitement and laughter as he grabbed her ass, grinding his hips to her hot center. Damn, she felt good underneath his hands. He wouldn't tire of caressing her soft skin.
"You can do whatever you want with me, Kylo." Her long legs straddled him, his cock resting between their bodies. They drank in each other as they stared into each other’s eyes. Their breath ragged just trying to keep up with the anticipation of what was to come. Still a head taller than Rey as she sat on his lap, he meandered his hands up the curves of her hips, around the swell of her breasts, and tightly cupped her face once again.
He leaned down millimeters from her lips and whispered, "Then kiss me, goddammit, before I burst."
Their lips burned when they finally met. Their need was dried tinder, ready to ignite. When her lips touched his, a small spark erupted into an inferno. Her lips were hot, and he'd never tasted anything quite like her.
Cinnamon and spice and everything nice. That's what Rey's lips were made of.
She moaned as she took his tongue with hers, intertwining them in a desperate dance. His hands moved to her the back of her head where he fisted the soft locks in his grip, tugging and pulling. He liked the small moans she let out as he did.
"Baby girl," he pulled away. She liked being called Baby Girl, just like Morgan and Penelope from a favorite show of hers.
She licked her lips and whimpered, begging him to keep going.
"I want to have you over and over again. I want to take my time with you tonight and make you come so hard on my mouth, my fingers, and my cock over and over again. But right now, I need to fuck you. I need to be inside you."
She didn’t need to think twice.
"Do it," she commanded.
He reached down and fumbled with his pants to find his wallet. He knew he had a whole pack of condoms in there. She'd made fun of him for it earlier, but he was glad to always be over prepared. It didn't take him long to rip open a silver packet and slap it on his throbbing cock. She watched the whole process in awe.
"I want you to fuck me now, Kylo." It looked as if she admired his cock as much as he enjoyed her naked body on full display.
With her words, the foreplay had ended and the real show was about to begin. She lifted her body up, pressing her knees on either side of him onto the bed, allowing them to adjust themselves to the other and prepare for the damage they were about to inflict on the other. His hands strapped to her waist, tearing the teenie-tiny thong off her body. She had one hand balanced on his shoulder and the other gripped his wet tip, and she lazily swirled it around her clit before connecting it into home base.
Rey sank on him, inching down with the ab control of an elite athlete. She seemed to be enjoying him filling her up for the first time by taking her time, giving her body a chance to adjust to his girth.
"I've never had anyone so big before," she moaned, and his chest puffed out with pride. "Oh, oh, Baby that feels so good." Her ass popped a few times on his cock on the way down and he almost came from the little bursts of serotonin her little movements had released.
"Damn, girl," was all he could muster to say.
Warm, soft velvet. Wet. Tight. He couldn't put words into sentences once he was inside her. Her pussy walls gripped his cock so tightly. She definitely wasn't a virgin, but damn if she didn't feel like one.
Her arms draped over his shoulders, and he watched her go to work, lifting her body all the way up his shaft and slamming her pussy down as hard as she could. His grip on her ass began to help her take him over and over again--their grunting reverberating off the walls of the small room. Their mezzo-piano moans grew into a cacophony of fortissimo screams escaping from deep within. The neighbors next door would soon be complaining of the noise.
With every thrust, her tits bounced gloriously in front of him. He was mesmerized by the motion they took when he filled her as deep and as hard as he could. He'd have to suck those sweet nipples raw later tonight when they went another round.
"Fuck me harder, Kylo. I'm so close," she begged, and who was he to deny her of her request. He worked her so hard that he knew she wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow.
His large fingers snaked to her clit, knowing how to make her melt. With a punishing circular motion, he rubbed her sweet mound over and over again--her body soon went limp on top of him. He knew what was to come.
A desperate wail came from her as he held her in place and thrust harder, stroking her clit in double-time. As he watched her body contort on top of him, her cunt began clenching around him. He felt the warmth of fluid running down his thighs.
AFter her climax, he teetered on the edge, so close to feeling himself burst inside her. With one last guttural push, he came, and he came hard. The lightning flashed behind his eyelids, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
.
.
.
Kylo didn’t know how long they stayed connected on the edge of her bed. Time had stopped as they felt each other’s skin again and again with feathery touches while he was still inside her. The world ceased moving as he nipped her heated flesh and licked the perspiration still damp from their tryst.
Whispers of again and next time floated in the dark.
Feeling himself go limp inside her made him burn for her again. Never before had sex felt that good. She had a magic within her that had him head over heels already, and he didn’t want to leave her bed anytime soon.
Without words, he scooped her up, taking her into his arms and effortlessly slipped their bodies under her covers. The two lovers made themselves at home in each other's embrace where they fell asleep until they awoke for round two.
--*--
“This is all mine?” Her mouth hung agape, catching flies as she stared at the biggest closet she’d ever seen. It was already stocked with clothes, shoes, and accessories galore. “You didn’t have to do this, Kylo. It’s too much!” She couldn’t quite grasp that this was all hers.
“You deserve to be spoiled, and like I told you before you moved in, you’ll never want for anything ever again. As long as you’re with me, I will keep you and make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Just as long as I fuck you every now and then, right?” she giggled.
They’d been inseparable since that fateful night a few months ago, and she finally agreed to move in with him after he’d been begging her to since their first night together. She wasn’t one to need a fancy apartment, a personal driver, and all the other rich people things; she’d fuck him because she truly knew she wanted this man. The rest was just icing on the cake.
“Blow jobs work, too,” he said with a smirk.
She loved when her boyfriend’s dry humor emerged.
“Oh, and we both know how much you like those.” She turned to face him, and a little part of her melted when she saw him smile.
“You are the best at them. I’d buy you a trophy, but it seems I’ve spent all my money on this closet for you.”
“I don’t need a trophy, Mr. Ren.” Rey dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. “I just need you.”
“Kriff, I love you so fucking much.” His hands did their thing and pulled her hair from around her face. She knew he did it, so he could get a good look at her, taking him in her mouth over and over again.
Rey smiled as she took out his cock, and right before she went to work, she whispered, “I love you, too.”
And they lived and fucked happily ever after.
The end.