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Dinner—dinner for me, at least—with Lucy was torturous, in the best possible way.
She looked so fucking good in the dress I gave her, I felt almost bad knowing full well I would be destroying it within the hour.
When we left the restaurant and sped back to my place—our place—we couldn't arrive quickly enough. While I was worried about what her response to what I had planned for tonight might be, my curiosity was beginning to outweigh my sense of worry—after all, she had done so well with everything up until now, I was hopeful tonight would be no different.
I opened the door to the apartment and let her in before me, my eyes focused on her beautiful frame in that silky red fabric. She looked like a work of art. So fucking pretty.
Lucy turned to face me, her eyes wide with anticipation, and just a hint of fear. Her chest was rising and falling quickly to match the rhythm of her rapidly escalating breathing. It took everything I had in me not to bury my cock inside her right there by the front door—fuck, I don't even care if it's open.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She began to walk toward the bedroom without another spoken word, taking a quick glance back over her shoulder at me with a small smile, biting her lip softly, and I nearly froze in my tracks. The grip this girl had on me was indescribable.
I quickened my pace and came up behind her, pressing my hard cock into her backside just as she entered the frame of the door to the bedroom. My primal need for her at that moment was very clear.
