, 230–My Pussy And His Hungry Eyes , Nora: , , , , I was staring at the text and gulping nonstop. Part of me wanted to tell him to go back to sleep, but another part was curious to know how he treats a woman in bed. , I closed my eyes tightly, and then, without thinking, I stood up from the bed and reached the door. I was wearing a silk top without a bra and silk booty shorts. It was a bad combination, especially since my. breasts looked like two round balls under the silk top. The straps were tiny daisy flowers in a line. Just imagining him taking them off sent shivers down my spine. , Yet it didn’t stop me from opening the door for him. I was so hungry for him that I swirled the doorknob and opened the door to his hungry eyes. He was leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his lips and his glasses almost falling down his nose. His head was down, but his eyes. were raised, watching me over his glasses. , His muscular arms were folded over his chest, conveying the nonchalance of his body language. , “I knew you would open the door,” he commented with a smirk while I quickly looked behind him to check on Cain. , “He was tired, passed out in your bed,” he shrugged but didn’t step into , the room. , “What do you want?” I asked again, even though he had told me what he wanted in the text conversation. , 0.00, 11:05 00 , 230 My And His Hungry , His eyes traveled to my cleavage and then boldly to my breasts, making me hug my chest and frown at him. I was acting like I didn’t want him to look at them. If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have opened the door. , “You don’t know what I want? I told you, I want to see your pussy,” he shamelessly said the word again, causing my body to flinch right before his eyes. , It made his smirk wider and a strange shine pass through his eyes. , “Why? I am not a museum exhibit that you want to see me,” I tried hard to sound confident, but I was failing. , “Let me decide what you are,” he unfolded his arms, and my body shuddered. I jumped in front of him as if I was certain he would grope me and start touching me. , “I am not that scary,” he whispered, finally stepping into the room. But I blocked his path and clicked my tongue. , “Not here,” I uttered, and he frowned in confusion. , “What?” he asked, bringing his ear closer to my mouth. , “I said, not here,” I repeated shyly, still unable to raise my voice. , “Then where? Tell me,” he insisted, and I cleared my throat. , “I don’t know. And I don’t know what you are talking about,” I felt like a fool trying to pretend I wasn’t involved in the desires of lust. , “Ah! No, of course, you don’t know. I am the one who knows what he wants,” he didn’t shy away from taking the blame. , His eyes remained on my face for a while before he nodded his head at , 24.332 , 11:05 , 230 My Pussy And His Hungry Eyes , something. , “Come with me,” he raised two fingers but then left only the middle one up, gesturing for me to follow him with his middle finger. , My legs squeezed shut at the insinuation. He said he only wanted to look, so! , I followed him like a fool. I hated this about my body. It got so heated. just by hearing him talk dirty to me that now I was walking behind , him. , “Where are we going?” I murmured softly when he held my hand and took me into the elevator. , “To somewhere you are comfortable,” his tone never shifted. The confidence in his voice was blunt. , “Have you done this kind of stuff with other girls too?” I just had to ask him. I remember when we first met, I thought he was a shy type, but the way he was acting and talking without any filter made me wonder what he truly was. , He didn’t answer me, and we landed on the ground floor. He then took me to the road without saying a word. After a few minutes of walking, he turned around just to check up on me. , “Your cheeks are red. Now, I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or–but don’t expect me to give you my hoodie. I would rather have you naked.” I closed my eyes for a moment before turning my face to the , other side. , Why the ** was he saying these types of things? , After a while, he stood in front of his black car parked next to the , 50.331 , 11.05 D , 230–My And His Hungry Eyes , woods. The weather was getting worse. The wind was heavy, causing my body to turn stiff. Not to mention, I was barely covered. , He opened the car door to the backseat and stepped inside, eyeing me to get into the car. I was now facing a hard decision. I had a feeling that if I stepped inside, I would end up in a very bad entanglement with him as well. And if I went back home, I might save myself another heartbreak. My eyes traveled to him, and I noticed how sexy he looked even without taking off his clothes. , I could no longer hold it in me. Then, I made the decision and slid into the car. He remained outside for a few seconds before he joined me and shut the door behind us. , “Spread your legs,” as expected, he chose to be nonchalant. , When I didn’t oblige out of shyness, he placed his cold hands on my thighs and pushed them apart. , “Hm! What is that, you naughty girl?” I didn’t know what he was talking about until he touched my private spot and said, “You are already wet?” , I instantly shut my legs and turned my face to the side while he chuckled to himself. After another few seconds, I found his hands under my body, holding my shorts and pulling them down my thighs in one fell swoop. , “Ah!” a yelp left my lips when I found my shorts in his hands and my lower body fully bared with a top that couldn’t even reach my belly , , , , button. , , Search the website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.