Trish had never been attracted to nice guys. She preferred the rough and tumble type who weren’t afraid to take charge, even if it meant they took charge of her in the bedroom. Yet something about her personal trainer, Tim—who appeared to be about as nice as they come—made her think he was a bad boy at heart. That’s when she devised a plan to conquer him sexually and give his sinister side a chance to escape. Little did she know what she would learn when she did.
“You’re just in time for dinner, madam,” he said in his soft, sensual voice.
“Hmm…” She gave him a slight smirk and attempted to ignore his obvious excitement, but unfortunately, had trouble looking elsewhere. “What are you serving?”
Without a response, he walked over to her, reached behind her, and gently caressed her ass cheeks while pulling her toward him. She could feel his rock hard cock only a few layers away from her naked skin.
“What would you like?” he finally replied in a teasing tone.
Before she could think clearly enough to answer, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her, his tongue moving expertly, reminding her just how good he was with it and how wonderful it felt when he used it on other parts of her body. The mere thought of him going down on her made her shudder from the inside out, increasing the wetness between her legs and getting her even more ready to enjoy the delicious meal that lay ahead.
Continuing the long and sensuous kiss, Keith lifted Trish, carried her to the couch, and laid her down gently. He slowly withdrew his mouth from hers, then knelt in front of her and undid the buttons on her shirt while looking into her eyes as if to say, “I’m going to give you all the pleasure you can handle. Count on it, babe.”
Trish loved for Keith to get that look in his eyes. The passion between them burned hot and spread like a wildfire that couldn’t be contained, warning her he would push her boundaries. All she had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
With her shirt now open, fully exposing her tits and heaving chest, Keith caressed her overly-sensitive nipples through her silky bra, rolling them between his fingers and letting the friction from the fabric escalate the desire inside her lower abdomen.
A small groan escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes. Her pussy grew even wetter as she anticipated what was to come.
Her eyes were fully closed when Keith lowered the cups of her bra and replaced his fingertips with his tongue, teasing her nipples by nipping at them with his teeth, making them harder and even more sensitive—taking her to that thin-as-hell line that exists between pleasure and pain.
