Rebeka – 17. chapter

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Aware of her tense body, she stared at nothing and didn’t move. Erik pulled the keys from the ignition and turned toward her. He rested his left forearm casually on the steering wheel and waited for her to look at him. She didn’t want to. She knew arousal and desire were written all over her eyes.

What happens now? Is he really going to pin me against the hood and fuck me hard? God, then do it already!

She finally lifted her gaze to him, full of expectation. He studied her face and smiled with satisfaction, confidently making it clear that he knew exactly what she wanted from him. Then the smile shifted into something smug.

“We’re here,” he said, cooling her off.

Embarrassed and reluctant, she accepted what he’d said and looked around. An ordinary cabin in the woods. They were parked on the driveway. Nothing special. Erik reached into the back seat, grabbed her bag, and stepped out. Annoyed at herself, she huffed, got out too, and followed him inside. He set the bag down and shrugged off his jacket.

“I’ll make us coffee,” he said, heading for the kitchenette.

“It’s ten at night,” she objected.

He answered with a provocative grin.

“What, afraid you’ll go to bed late?”

Completely thrown off by the situation, she couldn’t even muster a grimace.

She turned away from him and looked around again. The fireplace and the soft fur rug on the floor in front of it looked exactly as kitschy as one might expect. The rustic couch with a patchwork throw and pillows had the same effect, though at least that didn’t feel staged for sexual antics.

Sex. I keep thinking only about sex. Christ, just fuck me already! Surely he doesn’t plan to do this to me for three days!

She didn’t know what to expect, but she’d imagined constant sexual use rather than teasing but empty talk.

“These blankets must cost a fortune these days,” she tried to ease the tension in the air with any possible change of topic.

Walking toward her, he checked what she was looking at.

“My mother made them,” he said. “Not even two years ago.”

His eyes swept once more over Rebeka’s luxurious, tight dress on an even more luxurious body. He undid two buttons of his shirt and stepped behind her. She stiffened slightly when he leaned his whole body against her. He placed his hands on her hips and pushed his hard dick even tighter against her ass. Her breathing quickened. Every blanket in the world instantly vanished from her mind. In her fourteen-centimeter heels she was almost as tall as Erik, so he barely had to lean down to whisper into her ear.

“I haven’t had the pleasure of coming in your mouth yet.”

He turned her to face him. She waited for a moment to see if he’d do anything, but he just stood there, inviting her to act with his gaze. She frowned, displeased, and when he still didn’t move, she licked her lip and reluctantly knelt.

She undid his belt, his zipper, and pulled him out. Immediately she remembered how hard he’d fucked her on the table. She sighed and lifted her needy gaze to his face. She realized he was watching her with immense arrogance, and a thought flashed through her mind.

Forget thinking I won’t enjoy him too.

She bent down and without hesitation took his dick into her mouth as deep as she could. She started sucking him right away. Erik tilted his head back. The pleasure she was giving him instantly drove the surprise from his mind at how willingly Rebeka had taken on her role, and under the touch of her tongue, he got lost…