You.

He laughs, seemingly sincerely amused by your muted hostility.

"I thought you were supposed to be smart, John," he teased, slowly crossing the room like a predator stalking its prey. "I want you." He kicks off his shoes as he nears the bed, looming over you almost menacingly. You try to press yourself back into the mattress, shrinking away from his hungry eyes. "Everyone expects me to pick up some bimbo trophy wife after I graduate, but I've dated enough of them to know how quickly they get boring." You let out a squeak as he puts his hands on either side of you, climbing onto the bed. "I'd rather have someone smarter, clever... unpredictable..."

You can't hold back your moan as he leans in, kissing your neck from the crook of your shoulder to your ear. Every muscle in your body is quaking, your painfully wide eyes fixed on him through their corners. His breath on your ear, much to your disdain, sends shivers through you.

"If I'd known it would be this easy to break you," he breathes directly into your ear, "I would have fucked you ages ago. Not that teasing you isn't fun, of course." You groan-- another normal comment in such an abnormal situation made your head spin in confusion, unable to process the seemingly contradictory words and actions. He chuckles quietly before planting a kiss directly on your ear, tongue darting out into your ear canal. You fight against your lungs to suppress a moan as he nibbles at your earlobe, relieved to have remained silent after he moved away. The sentiment doesn't last long.

You gasp in surprise as he forcefully presses his lips to yours, immediately taking the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue. You don't react for a few seconds, taken aback by the sudden act.

As he pushes his hands under your shirt to lift it over your breasts, your lungs finally win, pushing out a loud, low moan. Just like that, you've lost, and you know it. So does he. Unabashedly, he gropes at your tits as he raises your shirt. Despite your mind's pleas, your body gives in, arms moving to slip out of your sleeves. He keeps going, your top bunching under your chin before he pulls back barely an inch.

"I want to see all of you."

You whimper, head lifting from the pillows to allow him to pull the garment free of your body. Rather than sit up to observe what he has revealed, Josh resumes his dominating kiss, hands moving down to your skirt. The process repeats, one hand hesitating only to finger your briefly as the other flicks at your clit, drawing pleasured groans from your throat. As your skirt lowers away, you bend your knees up, essentially pulling yourself out of it.

Now he sits up, leaving you gasping for breath as he backs to the foot of the bed, eyes drinking in your heaving chest and trembling legs. That almost sincere smile returns to his face, though a sneaky glint flashes in his eyes. Before you have the chance to process this, he has his head and hands between your legs, stripping you of your last article of clothing. He clearly doesn't care so much about it, not bothering to push it beyond your knees, impatient to get passed them.

"Mmm..." he hums, on finger tickling at your lower lips. "Just perfect. Even after taking a good fucking." You want to slap yourself for the blush crawling down your face towards your tits, hating yourself for knowing you're giving him exactly what he wants.

Then, he moves forward. You bite your lip so hard you expect to taste blood as his tongue meets your clit. No; you refuse to give him any sign that he is having an effect on you. Unfortunately, he clearly knows what he's doing. Between his tongue and fingers toying with you energetically, your entire body is practically vibrating. At this rate, you fear he's going to break through your struggling facade and make you cum...