“You are so beautiful, Veronica. I missed you so much,” he said, just as his fingers found the lace material of her panties. She gasped as she felt his fingers slide underneath it. She couldn’t hide her wetness from him any more. She could feel herself throbbing, her juices beginning to slide down the inside of her thighs.
“Get up on the desk,” he commanded, suddenly letting go of her. She nearly stumbled away from him, but she was quick to do what she was told.
Veronica wasn’t even thinking about Calvin or the ring any more. All she could think about was having Frank inside her, feeling his cock slide into her. She got up on the desk, her knees resting on the scattered papers as she thrust her ass out towards him.
“Not so fast,” she heard him say as he came up to her and placed his hands on her ass.
Veronica felt like her heart had stopped beating, as she felt Frank’s long fingers travel around her hips, then her belly and then dip down.
She could sense that he had discarded of his clothes, while her dress remained bunched up at her waist, exposing her legs, her ass…his fingers found her hot mound quickly. She was wet and throbbing for him. She felt him press his erect cock against her ass, but only left it there. He was going to let his fingers do all the work for now.
Gently at first, he only grazed his fingers along her wet slit and Veronica moaned. He was teasing her again. She was sitting on her knees on the desk, with Frank pressed up behind her, his arms encircled around her waist.
Then she felt the roughness of his two fingers as he started sliding them in, slowly parting her flesh. She started panting, anticipating the moment when his fingers would be completely inside her. She st
raightened her back, pressing herself against his bare chest. With his other hand, Frank wound around to grab her breast which he squeezed hard.
Veronica moaned again. He was quickening the pace of his thrusts. His fingers kept sliding in and pulling out, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm and then pulling back. She wriggled as she sat, keeping her legs pressed together so that Frank’s hand was stuck there, between her thighs.
She threw her head back, so that it rested on his shoulder and she could look up at him. She pushed her breasts forward and Frank continued to massage one of them, through the fabric of her dress.
“Frank…” she said his name pleadingly but he wasn’t going to stop. He was going to keep pumping into her till he was satisfied that she couldn’t control her orgasm any more. Veronica looked up at his firm face, the thickness of his dark beard with the specks of gray. His eyes were narrowed and glowing at the same time, they were almost glazed over. Like he was on a mission.
She squirmed around while his fingers pumped into her.
“I’m going to come…” she moaned sleepily. She didn’t have the energy to protest or think any more. She felt like she was lost under his spell.
“Not without me you won’t,” he said and abruptly pulled his fingers out of her. With his fingers still sticky from her own wetness, she felt him push her body forward. She was kneeling in front of him again. He was standing at the side of the table, stroking his throbbing cock.
“I don’t want you to ever wear that dress again,” she heard him say and when she looked around she found that he was reaching for her dress. With one swift motion he had ripped it apart, right down the centre and it fell to the floor.
She was only in her black lace bra now.
“That goes too,” he growled and Veronica quickly took it off, her mouth hanging open as she stared at his chiseled muscular body.
He stepped towards her again, his feet firmly set to the ground.
“Turn around,” he said, almost angrily. Veronica gulped as she turned, thrusting her ass towards him again.
Frank reached for her, without giving her a moment to prepare herself. He used his hands to pull apart her butt cheeks so that he could better reach her soft throbbing core. She had just closed her eyes when she felt him push himself in.
This time it felt different. Almost like Frank was angry about something. He had mentioned jealousy to her. Was he fucking her like this because he was jealous of Calvin?
Veronica couldn’t think about it for too long, because Frank’s forceful thrusts had taken over her body. She felt tight where he continued to slide in and out of her, slowly stroking her in that spot which she knew only he could reach. His cock felt bigger, fiercer than usual as he continued to push in and pull out.
He was gripping both her shoulders. She could feel the strain of his fingers on her skin. Veronica started feeling dizzy with pleasure. She wasn’t going to be able to control her orgasm any more. She had reached the point where she didn’t even want to warn him.
She just came.
It felt like an explosion as her body shook against his. She was in a dream-like state as she sensed that he was releasing himself as well. She felt the warm seed from inside him, shoot into her and Veronica gasped. Having him inside her, deep inside her like that…was the most comforting feeling in the world. It made her believe that she didn’t have anything to worry about…
Veronica could feel her eyes begin to droop. She knew she was exhausted, mentally and physically both…but she had never passed out from an orgasm before. She tried to force her eyes to open as she felt him slide out of her.
“I’m so tired, Frank,” she managed to mumble and then she felt his strong rugged arms encircle her waist. She started to snuggle into his arms, resting her face on his chest as she sensed him lifting her off the desk.
“Don’t worry, just go to sleep. I’ll take you to bed,” she heard him say. The sound of his beating heart against her ears was like a soothing lullaby to her. She could sense that she was being carried, a silk robe had been lightly draped over her.
Veronica couldn’t open her eyes. It was like her mind had completely shut down from the experience of the night. Frank was carrying her upstairs…he was tucking her into the bed…his lips were on her cheek and then she was completely asleep. Her body and her mind had given up for the night.