Sandy was confused, one minute she was giving what she definitely classed as the best blow job she'd ever given, the next she was being forcefully pulled off him.
What had she done wrong? She was certain she hadn't accidentally used her teeth and he'd seemed to be enjoying it, his cock swelling in her mouth as he thrust so hard and deep she could barely breathe, and yet he'd stopped her!
Sitting back on the bed she looked away, so much for being sexy and self assured, she thought, should have gone with my instinct and gone straight home, I'm just no good at this, no wonder Rob lost interest, clearly he could tell just from kissing me that I'd be rubbish.
Feeling him turn her face up, Sandy tried not to meet his eyes, she didn't want to hear whatever shitty excuse he was going to give. Obviously he'd been asleep and thought she was someone else and once he'd woken up and realised it was just her he'd wanted her off him as soon as possible.
She'd been right in the first place, no one that gorgeous could possibly be interested in her.
Shutting her ears to his excuses she stared blankly forwards, wishing this was over and she could just find some hole in the ground and crawl into it until the pain and embarrassment had passed. Thank God she'd never told him her name!
Suddenly she felt his fingers stroke over her chest, his knuckles brushing against her breasts as she caught her breath. She looked up sharply and saw him grinning.
"Oh yes," he growled," I definitely have plans for you."
She gasped audibly as his fingers slipped inside the lace of her bra, her nipples tightening as he stroked closer but not quite touching the hard pebbles, her rapid breathing making the lace scratch over them in a combination of pleasure and pain that had her aching for his touch.
"I don't understand," she whispered, searching for reassurance. If he was just playing with her this was too, too cruel. "Didn't you like what I was doing?"
"Oh I liked it," he replied, "I liked it a little too much! I was about ready to explode with what you were doing with that hot little mouth of yours."
"So why did you stop?" She asked, confused. What had she done wrong?
"Sweetie if you'd carried on any longer I'd have cum right there in your mouth and that would have been me done for the night! I plan on taking my time with you. I want you screaming in pleasure and begging me to fuck you. I want you to cum so hard you can't move afterwards, and then I wanna do it again. After all, we have all night."
Sandy didn't know what to say, part of her was cringing at how wrong she'd read the situation and the other part of her was turned on as fuck at what he was saying, no one had ever talked to her like that before and she wanted more. She'd never thought talking during sex was a good idea, the one time someone had tried to talk dirty to her she'd burst out in fits of giggles, it just sounded like some dodgy 80s porn movie.
This was different though. He was different. And she wanted him to keep talking, his sexy gravelly voice, the way he so obviously wanted her, the semi accidental way his nails had scraped over her nipple as he spoke. She was so wet, she could come just from listening to him.
It appeared that wasn't an option though as he pulled down the neck of her top to expose her breasts in their flimsy covering.
"Ohh," he groaned as he saw how her hard nipples pushed against the fabric.
