“Cock.” No fucking pussyfooting around the issue. “You need a fucking hard cock in your tight little pussy.”
My fucking dick shoved all the way in, making you cream all over it.
A shudder rolled through me. All that kept me in place was the death grip I had on the chair. The last bit of reasonable thought I had left in me.
Her demeanor shifted between many things, probably wondering what game I was playing. No game, only a seemingly unquenchable hunger for her.
Her mouth popped open in the most perfect O. Lips that begged to have me rub the tip across them.
“You’re an expert on what my pussy needs?”
Fuck.
Fucking fuck. My dick was about to burst through my pants. My veins were overloaded with lust, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back.
“Yes, and it needs a cock to fuck it.”
“What makes you think this?” she asked. Her voice was slow, unsure, her posture shifting. I didn’t know if her head bowing was a conscious move or her body responding to the aura my own put off.
“I can tell.”
I could. She was responding to me, fucking calling me to her.
She straightened again in a willful attempt to break out of the powerful energy that consumed us.
“Well, fucking 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.”
I imagined her legs spread, one hand on her tit, the other slipping a vibrator across her clit. Her body jumping at the intense pleasure that jolts through her, before slipping the tip of the vibe between her pussy lips, filling her.
My brain short circuited, the vision of her playing with herself the final blow, leaving me defenseless to my own greed.
I was around my desk and pulling her from her chair, slamming her against the wall before I even comprehended it. I had her arms pinned above her head, ready to break her body like she’d broken my will.
MINE! Mine!
Her body arched into mine, a desperation flowing from her that fed into my own.
“Does that turn you on?” I asked in a whisper against her ear.
Shuddering breaths left her, a soft cry as she searched out my mouth. Her eyes were heavy, and I was certain they were close to matching my own.
“My, aren’t you a naughty girl, panting for it,” I taunted her. “Tell me, Delilah, are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”
An open-mouthed gasp, hips searching out the one thing that could help us both calm the madness within.
“Answer me.” I pulled her arms above her head with more force than I should have. “Are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”
I heard the words coming from my mouth, but could hardly believe them. They were always there, hiding, but my anger and hatred toward her brought them to life. She was responsible for my descent into a new level of hell. Her call, her scent, and her submission were all elements that set me off.
She sucked in another ragged breath, eyes completely glazed over. “Yes.”
Her acceptance gave complete control to the beast.
I had her body pinned as I leaned forward. Soft, supple lips yielded to me. She arched into me, a little moan that made my fingers flex harder into her skin.
Every cell ignited at the contact. If I’d felt desire before, then I had no idea what had a hold of me. I didn’t kiss her, I devoured her.
She had a wet, delicious mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. Lips, tongue, teeth—all instruments of my consumption.
I didn’t remember letting go of her hands, but shock shot through me as she tugged on my hair. A growl moved through me, vibrating from me into her as I gripped her waist.
Stop.
There’s no stopping now.
I have to stop before this goes any further.
We’re going to have her.
“Harder.”
All attempts to rein the beast back in was obliterated by her breathy request. With a flex of my arms, I lifted her from the ground, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist, pulling my cock right against her pussy.
The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever felt, and I wasn’t even inside her.
I grabbed onto her shirt and pulled, the need to see what seemed to be the only fucking pair of tits hidden from me fueling me. Buttons flew in every direction as they tore away from the fabric.
Once again, she surprised me by making a basic, white bra the sexiest piece of clothing I’d ever seen. I grabbed her tits, soft and supple in my hands, making my hips press into her in a slow, rocking motion. Her nipples were hard, and I moved the fabric away, revealing them and their blush color. A shocked gasp came from her as I pinched and twisted them.
“You have beautiful breasts. Fucking perfect, perky tits.”
And I needed them in my mouth. I loved the feel of her hardening nipples on my tongue, the stiff peaks as I flicked them. Her reactions, her high-pitched sighs and humming moans, spurred me to use my teeth. To bite and mark her skin. Little nips all over her chest as I pinched her nipples.
Her whole body shook, hips grinding down on my cock, rubbing her clit against me.
“Please, Nathan.”
I bit down on her shoulder as my finger dug into her hips. Fuck, I needed her to say that again.
“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”
I smiled at her and stopped all movement. The furrow of her brow and little growl of annoyance let me know she didn’t like me stopping, but I wasn’t moving until she said it.
“Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my pussy with it.”
“That was fucking sexy,” I said before ripping my own shirt open.
There were only a few pieces of fabric that separated us, and their barrier pissed me off. I wanted inside her, and as I wrapped my hand around her panties and pulled, I felt just how ready she was for me. The seconds it took to open my pants was too much, but the feel of her slick pussy against my shaft obliterated the annoyance to get there.
“Is this what you want?” I asked. I loved the desperation I saw in her eyes.
“Yes.”
I grabbed onto her hips and moved her above my cock. “Then fucking take it.”
It was like my cock knew exactly where to go. No fumbling, just straight fucking in. Her pussy sucked me in like it was starving. Hot and wet and fucking heaven.
So intense, it took me a second to recover before pulling out and shoving right back in so hard the wall rattled.
My fucking dick shoved all the way in, making you cream all over it.
A shudder rolled through me. All that kept me in place was the death grip I had on the chair. The last bit of reasonable thought I had left in me.
Her demeanor shifted between many things, probably wondering what game I was playing. No game, only a seemingly unquenchable hunger for her.
Her mouth popped open in the most perfect O. Lips that begged to have me rub the tip across them.
“You’re an expert on what my pussy needs?”
Fuck.
Fucking fuck. My dick was about to burst through my pants. My veins were overloaded with lust, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back.
“Yes, and it needs a cock to fuck it.”
“What makes you think this?” she asked. Her voice was slow, unsure, her posture shifting. I didn’t know if her head bowing was a conscious move or her body responding to the aura my own put off.
“I can tell.”
I could. She was responding to me, fucking calling me to her.
She straightened again in a willful attempt to break out of the powerful energy that consumed us.
“Well, fucking 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.”
I imagined her legs spread, one hand on her tit, the other slipping a vibrator across her clit. Her body jumping at the intense pleasure that jolts through her, before slipping the tip of the vibe between her pussy lips, filling her.
My brain short circuited, the vision of her playing with herself the final blow, leaving me defenseless to my own greed.
I was around my desk and pulling her from her chair, slamming her against the wall before I even comprehended it. I had her arms pinned above her head, ready to break her body like she’d broken my will.
MINE! Mine!
Her body arched into mine, a desperation flowing from her that fed into my own.
“Does that turn you on?” I asked in a whisper against her ear.
Shuddering breaths left her, a soft cry as she searched out my mouth. Her eyes were heavy, and I was certain they were close to matching my own.
“My, aren’t you a naughty girl, panting for it,” I taunted her. “Tell me, Delilah, are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”
An open-mouthed gasp, hips searching out the one thing that could help us both calm the madness within.
“Answer me.” I pulled her arms above her head with more force than I should have. “Are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”
I heard the words coming from my mouth, but could hardly believe them. They were always there, hiding, but my anger and hatred toward her brought them to life. She was responsible for my descent into a new level of hell. Her call, her scent, and her submission were all elements that set me off.
She sucked in another ragged breath, eyes completely glazed over. “Yes.”
Her acceptance gave complete control to the beast.
I had her body pinned as I leaned forward. Soft, supple lips yielded to me. She arched into me, a little moan that made my fingers flex harder into her skin.
Every cell ignited at the contact. If I’d felt desire before, then I had no idea what had a hold of me. I didn’t kiss her, I devoured her.
She had a wet, delicious mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. Lips, tongue, teeth—all instruments of my consumption.
I didn’t remember letting go of her hands, but shock shot through me as she tugged on my hair. A growl moved through me, vibrating from me into her as I gripped her waist.
Stop.
There’s no stopping now.
I have to stop before this goes any further.
We’re going to have her.
“Harder.”
All attempts to rein the beast back in was obliterated by her breathy request. With a flex of my arms, I lifted her from the ground, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist, pulling my cock right against her pussy.
The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever felt, and I wasn’t even inside her.
I grabbed onto her shirt and pulled, the need to see what seemed to be the only fucking pair of tits hidden from me fueling me. Buttons flew in every direction as they tore away from the fabric.
Once again, she surprised me by making a basic, white bra the sexiest piece of clothing I’d ever seen. I grabbed her tits, soft and supple in my hands, making my hips press into her in a slow, rocking motion. Her nipples were hard, and I moved the fabric away, revealing them and their blush color. A shocked gasp came from her as I pinched and twisted them.
“You have beautiful breasts. Fucking perfect, perky tits.”
And I needed them in my mouth. I loved the feel of her hardening nipples on my tongue, the stiff peaks as I flicked them. Her reactions, her high-pitched sighs and humming moans, spurred me to use my teeth. To bite and mark her skin. Little nips all over her chest as I pinched her nipples.
Her whole body shook, hips grinding down on my cock, rubbing her clit against me.
“Please, Nathan.”
I bit down on her shoulder as my finger dug into her hips. Fuck, I needed her to say that again.
“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”
I smiled at her and stopped all movement. The furrow of her brow and little growl of annoyance let me know she didn’t like me stopping, but I wasn’t moving until she said it.
“Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my pussy with it.”
“That was fucking sexy,” I said before ripping my own shirt open.
There were only a few pieces of fabric that separated us, and their barrier pissed me off. I wanted inside her, and as I wrapped my hand around her panties and pulled, I felt just how ready she was for me. The seconds it took to open my pants was too much, but the feel of her slick pussy against my shaft obliterated the annoyance to get there.
“Is this what you want?” I asked. I loved the desperation I saw in her eyes.
“Yes.”
I grabbed onto her hips and moved her above my cock. “Then fucking take it.”
It was like my cock knew exactly where to go. No fumbling, just straight fucking in. Her pussy sucked me in like it was starving. Hot and wet and fucking heaven.
So intense, it took me a second to recover before pulling out and shoving right back in so hard the wall rattled.
