Latte Darling: Chapter 21
I’m gonna die.
That dick is gonna rip me in half.
Scrambling to my own doom, I tear at my shirt, pulling the tight material off roughly. With my pants still undone, they only need a little help before they’re pooling at my feet.
With his eyes watching my every movement, Axel stands a few feet away, stroking himself.
Jesus Monster-Dick Christ. I can’t decide if I’m excited or terrified.
I reach for the clasp at the back of my bra but Axel stops me.
“Panties first.”
My hands pause. Then, once again, I do as he says.
Pulling my black thong down my thighs, I bend forward.
“Stop there.” His voice is rough, and once again I comply, my chest parallel to the floor.
Axel steps closer, his giant cock bobbing near my face.
I start to part my lips, but then he moves. Stopping behind me. His feet framing mine in my upside-down vision.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls, dragging a hand up the back of my thigh, over my ass cheek, and up my spine.
He steps closer until the hard length of him is settled along the top of my ass. Our height difference is too great to nestle him between my cheeks. But when he steps closer I feel warmth there, and realize his balls are pressing into me.
Why is that hot?
Why is all of this so freaking hot?
Hands grip the back strap of my bra, and – with experienced fingers – Axel has the clasps undone and the bra falls away from my body and onto the floor.
Axel bends until his chest presses against my back, and with a groan, his hands close around my breasts.