“You want me, Charlotte. You want my cock to touch every part of your body. You want to scream my name in your dreams, wake up achingly sore, remember how hard I make you come so that no one will ever fuck your little pussy or ass again but me.”
Her body shudders as I say the words. Pulling my cock out, she rubs it against her ass.
A breath escapes my lips, my jaw clenching tight at the thought of entering her ass right now. We did this, only once, so I tell myself to be gentle.
Spreading her cheeks wide, I admire the beautiful sight before me. I slowly slide myself in as she rubs her clit, listening to her moans and attentive to her movements. Her ass is so fucking tight with no chance of me holding back any longer.
Her back arches, the grind slow but gaining speed, sending me into a frenzy. I’m doing everything in my power to hold back, take it slow and not hurt her, but the more I clench the harder she slams into me.
Wrapping her hair around my hand, I tug on it forcefully until her body begins to tense.
She’s close.
“Lex please… fuck me… harder.”
Charlotte’s pleas are cut short, the familiar warmth contracting around my cock causing me to push deeper. Shouting a string of profanities, the heat rises until I’m seeing stars, incoherent as I ride out the orgasm.
Both of us remain silent, catching our breath from the intense fuck. I slide my cock out slowly, rubbing the small of her back as I do so. She collapses on my desk which causes me to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, reaching for her coat.
“Can’t handle the intense workout?”
“I’ll have you know that I do Yoga and Zumba, and I run most days.”
Her face is flushed a beautiful shade of pink as I pull her into me. I kiss her softly, a far cry from the usual intensity that passes between us. Her lips are soft, and her tongue caresses mine slowly before she abruptly pulls away.
“Lex, we’re just fucking. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Whatever you want to call it.”
I don’t have the strength right now to argue. If that’s what she wants, then I’ll let her believe that’s all it is, but I know better than that. Charlotte doesn’t do fuck buddies. She isn’t the type. And she’s always worn her heart on her sleeve being unable to hide her feelings.
However, the questions still remain.
Why is she still with him?
Why is she still marrying him?
So, what? The fucker took her to movies and dinner and
shit.
But she’s mine.
She just needs to realize it.
“If that’s what you want, Miss Mason.”
We move in silence, exiting the building and standing on the sidewalk. I ask her what plans she has for the rest of the night.
“Just chill out and read,” she replies casually. “I need to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow. You?”
“Work, of course. Pulling an all-nighter. Feel free to join me if you get lonely.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says, amused.
As she attempts to say goodbye, I grab her one more time, kissing her deeply. I want to let her know exactly how much I need her.
But once again, I feel the resistance.