“I can tell.”
“Well, f**king finish so I can go home and get off with my B.O.B. He might not be flesh and blood, but he gets the job done.”
His eyes darkened and I knew the vision of me pushing a vibrator in and out of my pu**y was playing in his mind.
A moment later, there was no desk between us. In a split second, we’d gone from arguing, to his body pushing mine against the wall. His hands pinned my arms to the hard surface, a shuddered breath leaving his chest.
I licked my lips, my body lighting up at his aggressive display. My body was on fire. I couldn’t think; speak. How was he doing it to me?
He leaned in, his face next to mine, lips tracing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “Does that turn you on?”
I resisted the urge to turn my head and find his lips. I wanted to feel them against mine, to taste him. There were many ways I wanted to taste him, but that was the first. My body betrayed my need, bowing into his.
“My, aren’t you a naughty girl, panting for it. Tell me, Delilah, are you a dirty whore that likes to be f**ked?”
He was a dirty-talker—I was screwed. I’d always fantasized about being with a dirty-talking man, and now I had one pressed up against me.
His voice was deeper, somewhat rough, making my desire for him grow. It was useless resisting – I wanted him. By his display, I had a feeling he could bring me the pleasure I’d never found with anyone else.
His hips rocked forward, pushing his hard c**k into my stomach. My breath caught in my throat, cutting off my words, as my entire body ached for him.
“Answer me.” He pulled my arms above my head. “Are you a dirty whore that likes to be f**ked?”
I sucked in a ragged breath before whispering, “Yes.”
A victorious smile broke out on his face before his lips crashed to mine, his hands released me then, wrapped around my body. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was passionate, needy, and full of bite. His teeth grabbed my bottom lip, pulling it then diving back in for another bruising kiss. My hands moved into his hair, tugging at his light brown locks. He growled, and I almost came from the sound.
Fulfilling my unspoken words, Nathan’s hand moved down to my waist, his fingers kneading the flesh beneath. They relaxed a bit, almost unsure.
“Harder.”
His eyes widened at my request, and I realized the word had escaped my lips, revealing my secret need. I didn’t have time to blush or attempt to backpedal; he gripped tighter, lifting me from the ground, pressing my back against the wall he’d pinned me to. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to the apex of my thighs, where I needed him most. His hand moved up, pushing the material of my skirt with it, opening my legs further.
Hard strokes of his hands worked their way up my torso before ripping open my button-up blouse. I was oblivious to the pinging sound of the buttons bouncing off the furniture, due to my own ragged, erratic breath, pounding in my ears, until one of them hit my leg. With a rough hand, he grabbed onto my br**sts. He pulled the fabric aside and twisted my ni**les between his fingers. I moaned at the feeling, my hips pushing into his.
“You have beautiful br**sts. Fucking perfect, perky tits.”
Leaning down, he took one of my ni**les between his teeth and pulled. His tongue flicked out to tease, his hand mimicking on the other side. I cried out, my body on fire with need for him, shaking with desire.
“Please, Nathan.” I needed him inside me, f**king me, taking me.
“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”
He smirked, and I glared at him in return. I didn’t want to play his game; I wanted him inside me. My mind screamed out at him, calling him every nasty name I could conjure. His movements ceased, hands no longer moving but resting against my skin.
I gritted my teeth and growled. “Please, take out that big hard c**k that I can feel you hiding, and f**k my pu**y with it.”
“That was f**king sexy,” he replied, before tearing his shirt open. His hand moved between us, shredding the fabric that had been my panties away. He undid his belt and pants.
Once his c**k was free, he rocked his hips, running his hard, silky length against my wet folds, teasing my clit. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” I whimpered, pushing against him.
His hands returned to my waist as he lined himself up with my entrance. “Then f**king take it.”
I cried out as he drove his c**k into me. The force of his thrust was hard enough to rattle the painting that hung a few feet away from where we were. There was a brief second of a pause before he pulled out and pushed back in with the same intensity. In two strokes, he had me on the edge, my eyes rolling back as he filled me. I was so drenched for him he slid in and out with ease.
“So deep!” I managed to cry out between pants. My eyes screwed tight as I soaked up the pleasure, my head lolling against the wall. I was no longer able to do anything other than feel his c**k pumping into me.
In with a slam, and then out. Slam! Out. Slam.
His movements were relentless, making me feel him almost to the point that I could take no more. He grabbed onto my jaw, tilting my face down and bringing us almost eye-to-eye.
“Open your eyes. Don’t you dare look away,” he warned, driving harder.
I cried out softly. “Can’t…too much.”
“You will. Even when I make you come and you’re screaming my name. Or I won’t let you.”
I whimpered again, and he knew why; there was no denying his words were pushing me closer to orgasm. My muscles tightened, and my eyes threatened to close, my body giving into his assault, shaking as I tipped over the edge. I complied and screamed out his name as I came hard, my eyes never leaving his. The feeling of him continuing to thrust so hard while my walls clenched around him, was severe.
“Good girl. Fuck, that was so f**king hot. You feel so good when you come around my cock.” His lips found mine again; another hard kiss.
I couldn’t believe he was still going, his hips moving hard and fast. It was heaven and hell wrapped into one. His lips moved down my jaw to my neck, nipping and scraping at the flesh beneath as he went.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his mouth continuing its attack. It felt so good when his teeth dug deeper, marking my skin, but not breaking it. Each nip sent a wave of fire pulsing through me, making me wetter for him. The rumble in his chest grew as his hands tightened around my hips, making it pretty obvious he could tell.
“Well, f**king finish so I can go home and get off with my B.O.B. He might not be flesh and blood, but he gets the job done.”
His eyes darkened and I knew the vision of me pushing a vibrator in and out of my pu**y was playing in his mind.
A moment later, there was no desk between us. In a split second, we’d gone from arguing, to his body pushing mine against the wall. His hands pinned my arms to the hard surface, a shuddered breath leaving his chest.
I licked my lips, my body lighting up at his aggressive display. My body was on fire. I couldn’t think; speak. How was he doing it to me?
He leaned in, his face next to mine, lips tracing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “Does that turn you on?”
I resisted the urge to turn my head and find his lips. I wanted to feel them against mine, to taste him. There were many ways I wanted to taste him, but that was the first. My body betrayed my need, bowing into his.
“My, aren’t you a naughty girl, panting for it. Tell me, Delilah, are you a dirty whore that likes to be f**ked?”
He was a dirty-talker—I was screwed. I’d always fantasized about being with a dirty-talking man, and now I had one pressed up against me.
His voice was deeper, somewhat rough, making my desire for him grow. It was useless resisting – I wanted him. By his display, I had a feeling he could bring me the pleasure I’d never found with anyone else.
His hips rocked forward, pushing his hard c**k into my stomach. My breath caught in my throat, cutting off my words, as my entire body ached for him.
“Answer me.” He pulled my arms above my head. “Are you a dirty whore that likes to be f**ked?”
I sucked in a ragged breath before whispering, “Yes.”
A victorious smile broke out on his face before his lips crashed to mine, his hands released me then, wrapped around my body. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was passionate, needy, and full of bite. His teeth grabbed my bottom lip, pulling it then diving back in for another bruising kiss. My hands moved into his hair, tugging at his light brown locks. He growled, and I almost came from the sound.
Fulfilling my unspoken words, Nathan’s hand moved down to my waist, his fingers kneading the flesh beneath. They relaxed a bit, almost unsure.
“Harder.”
His eyes widened at my request, and I realized the word had escaped my lips, revealing my secret need. I didn’t have time to blush or attempt to backpedal; he gripped tighter, lifting me from the ground, pressing my back against the wall he’d pinned me to. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to the apex of my thighs, where I needed him most. His hand moved up, pushing the material of my skirt with it, opening my legs further.
Hard strokes of his hands worked their way up my torso before ripping open my button-up blouse. I was oblivious to the pinging sound of the buttons bouncing off the furniture, due to my own ragged, erratic breath, pounding in my ears, until one of them hit my leg. With a rough hand, he grabbed onto my br**sts. He pulled the fabric aside and twisted my ni**les between his fingers. I moaned at the feeling, my hips pushing into his.
“You have beautiful br**sts. Fucking perfect, perky tits.”
Leaning down, he took one of my ni**les between his teeth and pulled. His tongue flicked out to tease, his hand mimicking on the other side. I cried out, my body on fire with need for him, shaking with desire.
“Please, Nathan.” I needed him inside me, f**king me, taking me.
“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”
He smirked, and I glared at him in return. I didn’t want to play his game; I wanted him inside me. My mind screamed out at him, calling him every nasty name I could conjure. His movements ceased, hands no longer moving but resting against my skin.
I gritted my teeth and growled. “Please, take out that big hard c**k that I can feel you hiding, and f**k my pu**y with it.”
“That was f**king sexy,” he replied, before tearing his shirt open. His hand moved between us, shredding the fabric that had been my panties away. He undid his belt and pants.
Once his c**k was free, he rocked his hips, running his hard, silky length against my wet folds, teasing my clit. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” I whimpered, pushing against him.
His hands returned to my waist as he lined himself up with my entrance. “Then f**king take it.”
I cried out as he drove his c**k into me. The force of his thrust was hard enough to rattle the painting that hung a few feet away from where we were. There was a brief second of a pause before he pulled out and pushed back in with the same intensity. In two strokes, he had me on the edge, my eyes rolling back as he filled me. I was so drenched for him he slid in and out with ease.
“So deep!” I managed to cry out between pants. My eyes screwed tight as I soaked up the pleasure, my head lolling against the wall. I was no longer able to do anything other than feel his c**k pumping into me.
In with a slam, and then out. Slam! Out. Slam.
His movements were relentless, making me feel him almost to the point that I could take no more. He grabbed onto my jaw, tilting my face down and bringing us almost eye-to-eye.
“Open your eyes. Don’t you dare look away,” he warned, driving harder.
I cried out softly. “Can’t…too much.”
“You will. Even when I make you come and you’re screaming my name. Or I won’t let you.”
I whimpered again, and he knew why; there was no denying his words were pushing me closer to orgasm. My muscles tightened, and my eyes threatened to close, my body giving into his assault, shaking as I tipped over the edge. I complied and screamed out his name as I came hard, my eyes never leaving his. The feeling of him continuing to thrust so hard while my walls clenched around him, was severe.
“Good girl. Fuck, that was so f**king hot. You feel so good when you come around my cock.” His lips found mine again; another hard kiss.
I couldn’t believe he was still going, his hips moving hard and fast. It was heaven and hell wrapped into one. His lips moved down my jaw to my neck, nipping and scraping at the flesh beneath as he went.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his mouth continuing its attack. It felt so good when his teeth dug deeper, marking my skin, but not breaking it. Each nip sent a wave of fire pulsing through me, making me wetter for him. The rumble in his chest grew as his hands tightened around my hips, making it pretty obvious he could tell.
