“Fucking me until I pass out huh? Sounds like a challenge to me.”, I peered over my coffee cup with amusement.

He smiled.

It irked me he could be so arrogant to assume I’d fall for that shit.  To think he actually could. I paused and pondered over it a little more. All the while he watched the expressions wash over my face.

“I think you are just a little bit curious to find out what if I mean what I say I do. I think you may be annoyed at my arrogance. The fact that I know I can do it.”

That pissed me off even more because he was right. And he knew it.

Fucker.

“Oh piss off “, the tone of sarcasm dripping off my tongue, laughing.

Without warning he leant right in. Snatching eye contact with those dark eyes of his I couldn’t do anything but stare right back. I could not break his gaze.

I could feel the heat gathering in my crotch. I wanted to squirm away and hide under the table, anything to avoid those eyes burning into me. He knew.

“Admit it , go on. Underneath that demure facade you hold up, there’s the real you. I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for a long while now. I know what you want and I also know what you need girl. I’ll have you breathless, spent and begging for more. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

Ten minutes later we left for his place.

I did pass out.