“Is that all you’ve got?” I ask teasingly.
Owen’s smile disappears in an instant. And just as quickly, he pins me against the wall. His entire body presses against mine, and all my concentration lands on his dick pressed against my cunt, separated only by a few thin layers of fabric.
“You like to watch someone fight for you, don’t you?” Owen says as he frees one of his hands to trace my collarbone, keeping my arms pinned over my head with his other hand. “It gets your blood pumping?”
“Yes,” I say, suddenly realizing how hard I’m breathing.
“What about your cunt?” Owen asks, using the same hand to reach down under my skirt to trace the lace of my panties. “Oh, yeah, you’re wet. I should put your wet cunt to use.”
I’m torn between the desire I feel for Owen—a desire I’ve never felt before—and my fear of the unknown. I attempt to push him away, but Owen doesn’t budge. I silently thank him for making this decision easy.
“I’ve already been accused of fucking you, Mira,” Owen says, my name rolling out of his mouth like honey on a summer day. “I might as well enjoy the crime if I’m going to have to do the time. That’s only fair, right?”
My head is swirling from the earlier excitement—Owen’s massiveness pressed against me and the warmth I feel from his hand even through my panties.
Or maybe that heat is coming from me?
At this moment, I’m not sure where I end and he begins. It’s as inviting as it is terrifying.
Chapter 17
Owen
“I did say I’d do whatever you wanted to thank you,” Mira purrs, her pouty lips inches from my own. “What kind of girl would I be if I backed out now?”
Any other woman would already be feeling all twelve inches of my hard dick as I plunge it into her wet cunt, especially if she talked the way this slut does.
“You’re talking a big game,” I say, reluctantly removing my hand from her cunt so I can grab one of her luscious tits. “But is it all talk? Or are you ready to see what comes after all of this teasing?”
“Show me,” she says as if she’s offering herself up as unmolded clay, and I’m the sculptor that’s going to transform her into a sexual work of art. Luckily, she’s giving me plenty of raw talent to work with.
I’ve fucked my share of women. Hell, I’ve fucked Wilt Chamberlain’s share of women. But never have I felt this unhinged, this out of control over a piece of ass.
For my own sanity, I need to get her out of my system. Masturbating did nothing to help do that, so this must be the cure.
And what better way to do that than fucking her on her own desk? I unbutton her top, ripping it apart and expose her tits. The buttons scatter across the floor, and I stare back at her tits, which are glaring straight at me, thanks to a black lace push-up bra.
A low growl ripples through me as I savor in this vision. Her tits are so inviting and ready to play.
Mira arches her back, pushing them even more in my face. Whether she knows the power she possesses or not, the result is the same—I’m about to lose every last bit of restraint I have.
I cover her greedy and filthy mouth with mine, crushing my lips into hers. I reach up to capture a pert nipple between my fingers, tweaking them until she moans into my mouth.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her off the floor and swing her around, placing her on the cheap wooden desk.
“I think we’ve come to the thanking portion of the evening,” Mira teases as she starts to unbuckle my belt.
I can’t deny that the thought of her with a mouthful of my cock doesn’t excite me. But I have other plans for her…and my dick.
“Not tonight,” I say as I grudgingly move her hands away from my throbbing shaft. “Tonight, I’m putting you and your smart mouth in your place.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says, her lips forming into playful grin. It’s like she read a handbook of what horny guys like to hear.
Sliding her back a little on her desk, some of the many papers littering the surface fall to the floor. Bending to pick one of them up, I notice that it’s a lingerie sketch—and that it’s good.
“You need to model this for me when you make it,” I say, showing Mira which sketch it is. “And only this. But right now, I’d rather see you with nothing.”
Mira bites her upper lip at my promise, and I dive headfirst into her tits, sucking on those perky, full mounds like a horny nineteen-year-old.