"You should leave, Stinline, it's morning already. And turn off that damn music, will you?" His eyes narrowed, and his voice was savage.
He drawled out the words in that deep, rich voice of his, not seeming to notice the young woman walking toward him in her lacy nightgown, her hair loose about her shoulders, her eyes bright, and her body half awake, with an air of triumph on her face. His eyes trailed, noting every curve in the woman's body as she stepped closer to him, gazing up at him with her beautiful, proud eyes, and brushing her thumb along his lips, lightly, mouthing a wordless hello to him as he stood with his arms folded, bathing himself in the heat of the sun as it rose slowly in the sky. He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes glazing over as she continued in her quiet, seductive way.
"What do you think you are doing, Stinline?"
She shrugged, pulling back her hand, saying with that quiet seductive voice of hers which seemed to float away from her lips like smoke in the wind. "What? I just want to get into the bathroom, have a quick shower."
"Don't think that stripping in front of me will get me in bed with you. I've told you we're done. No more sex." The snarl on his lips didn't even slow.
He strode past her, the fury gathering at the corners of his mouth like a glowering furnace. She swallowed hard, feeling a deep inner chill against her bones.
"I know you well, Kinston. I know your true desire is to bury your cock deep inside this soft body of mine. But since we know that won't be possible, at least for now, I told you I'm ready to suck your cock...hard. Once you let me in your bed, I will offer you my pussy for you to drink my juices."
Her breath hitched and she almost reached for his dick, hoping to somehow make him change his mind. All the while she spoke, Kinston was tracing her every breath and her exposed nipples with his gaze. His cock moved back and forth in his pants. He was breathing hard and loud.
"Don't you dare touch my cock, Stinline! I...oh shit! Fuck!" It was as if he suddenly became aware of his body. He realised he was already naked.
Kinston's cock was leaking a stream of precome. He looked down and stared at the leaking precome that ran from the tip of his penis and fell down his legs. He desperately tried to control himself. She took this as an admission that he was ready to take her.
"Let me satisfy you at least with this."
"No. We are over. How many times do I have to tell you that, Stinline? I can't sink my shaft in there anymore. You need to leave n..."
Stinline leaned forward and sandwiched her hot body against his, pushing her nude breasts against his hard chest so she could feel his body heat and smell his arousal.
"Stop being stubborn already. We both know you want me as much as I want you. Let's just suck each other and forget about tomorrow, yeah?"
Her nipples were almost painfully poking into his chest and when he gently began to run his fingers up and down her thighs, she moaned, encouraging him, feeling her pussy become wetter and wetter as she waited for him to get between her legs and feel her silky soft cunt.
"Stinline?"
His voice was rough and his fingers found a sweet spot and slowly rubbed it, sending pulsating shock waves of pleasure through her body. She let out a soft moan and pulled him closer, needing his hot breath on her flesh.
"You should be glad since I'm giving you a free service here instead of paying for those unprofessional sluts you hire."
His heavy breathing not leaving her with a chance to speak, she murmured, her voice breathy and hungry.
"It won't..."
"I know. I know, Kinston. I'm your doctor, remember?" Stinline cut off his protest as she shoved him swiftly and forcibly against her breast, she gasped as the impulse tore a piercing throb of pain in her chest.
The pain surprised her for a moment. She hadn't felt that much in a long time. Panting deeply, she reached up and raked her fingers through his hair in slow, sensuous motions, pleasuring him with her touch until she felt his fingers slipping from her pussy and his breath coming in strong, shallow pants.
"We'll do with what we have now. We should start." She said with a smirk, unable to hold her smile in when she heard a deep rumbling moan come from his throat as his cock twitched painfully vibrating in her hand.
He spun her around and sent her crashing to the mattress, crushing her breasts and stomach against the fine linen bed covering. Naked, he flipped her into her back, leapt atop her, then spread her legs with his knees. Her thighs quivered as he leaned over her and his hot breath washed over her nipples, causing her to arch into his touch.
"Your hand, Stinline. Your hand. I want you to stroke me with it faster."
"Ok. Yeah. Oh, fuck! Kinston!" She cried out as she heard his growl reverberate against her bare skin, triggering more waves of delicious bliss from her pussy.
"You need to put it around my cock right now and stroke hard." Kinston said between his short gasps.
He grunted as she lightly gripped his dick and started to rub it to his delight, from tip to base just like she knew he liked her to do. She moved his fingers inside her juicy pussy and gasped at the sensation of friction as he rubbed her clit with his cock. He knew she was about to cum so, he began to twist her nipples harder, causing them to swell and harden. She drew in a deep, ragged breath, and the moan that escaped her lips caused him to forget everything else as he let his hands roam over her body, massaging her breasts, her hips, her waist, just about every inch of her perfect womanly form. A thrill of pleasure shot through her like a wild animal.
"Faster, Stinline! Suck faster! God! Fuck!" Kinston grunted and threw his hands over her shoulders, gripping her by the shoulders and tugging her hair into a ponytail.
"Kinston?"
"Just stop, Stinline. It isn't working. Stop, ok. It's frustrating already!" Kinston growled in a desperate tone of pain and anger and began to push her off him.
His fingers raked through his hair in frustrated rage as he fought for control of his hands and his mind, but kept on a cruel, relentless pressure over her breasts. Straightening his back he looked down at Stinline through half closed eyes.
He sighed and released her, saying in a quiet voice. "Get up, Stinline. Stop stroking."
Stinline shook her head and looked up into Kinston's angry eyes for a moment as if she could see through the pain that was blinding him.
The hard wetness still coursing between her legs and the press of his body against hers made it impossible to stop. She couldn't think clearly. She wanted his weight pressing against hers again, now more urgently. He was sweating and they both were. Stinline wasn't going to let anything ruin the moment. She kept her hands on Kinston's flaccid dick, keeping his attention on her. Her eyes were looking straight into his eyes, watching his reactions.
"It's ok, we can continue. We shouldn't stop because of this, it'll surely get better as time goes by, I promise." She spoke with a calm tone and her voice sounded genuinely soothing. Even though she was clearly horny and desperate to have his cock in her again, either top or bottom, she was keeping her cool and kept her focus.
"No, it doesn't seem to be getting any better. I really want to fuck the shit out of you right here and now!" Kinston growled in agony, only able to breathe with every word. "This is fucked up! Damn it! I fucking hate this shit!"
"Calm down, Kinston. Calm the fuck down. You'll be fine. I'm still working on getting a solution, I promise."
"I'm fucking fed up with it already!" He roared. It took every ounce of willpower to keep that growl in check. He hadn't really even realised how angry he had become.
That quick, deep growl tore out of his throat, making the girl shift her position ever so slightly.
"Get up, Stinline. Go get dressed and get out of here. I've had enough of this shit."
With that last statement, Kinstone sat up and left the room without another word and walked down the hall as fast as his bare feet would take him. Stinline, on the other hand, was sitting at the edge of the bed, naked with her legs spread wide open and her arms crossed over her breasts, and hadn't budged from her position, just glaring daggers at Kinston with her eyes as he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
"I will never stop until you can fuck me again. I'll make sure you never get tired or get bored with me." Her voice was pure venom. "You're mine, Kinston, and only mine!"
