Perching me back on the edge of the desk, he sweeps everything to the ground before removing my bra. He drops it to the side, grabbing the cushion that’s on the chair behind him. His mouth latches onto my neck when he tucks the cushion to the curve of my back, lowering me as he nips at my throat.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so hot.” The errant remark makes me quiver as his hands rove down my sides.
“It is,” I tell him, desperation gravelling my voice as he pulls away to remove what’s left of my underwear.
The cool brush of air from his movements makes my pussy clench, eagerly needing him. Fuck, I can’t wait for him to tease me. I want him to touch me now. I need him inside me so bad.
“Finger me…please…please…”
A chuckle vibrates from him, his lips twisting into a rueful grin. But he does as I ask, pushing a long, thick finger inside me.
“Fuck,” I moan, trembling as he strokes in and out, torturously slowly, hooking his finger to reach that fucking place that stops me from thinking altogether.
All I can do is feel him inside me, over me…his mouth devouring my flesh, teeth biting down on my breasts while he finger-fucks my pussy.
“That’s it, Trouble,” he grunts, lifting off me, lips glistening and his face flushed with his need. “Come for me.”
I do. He doesn’t even finish saying the words and I’m coming so hard my vision spots while I watch him pull his cock out and stroke it along my wet pussy. My orgasm drips down my crease and my thighs as he pulls the cushion a little lower, bringing me to the edge of the tabletop.
“You’re going to do that again and again,” he tells me, spreading my legs open and edging the tip of his dick inside me. “I’m going to make you come until you physically can’t anymore.”
I know how this goes. He’ll fuck me and fuck me until I’m begging him to stop, even though I don’t want him to. Even though I want him to fuck me harder.
Slamming inside me, he hooks my legs over his forearms, opening me wider when he flattens his palms to the top of my belly and lowers himself to look at me.
“I knew you’d do this to me,” he says, thrusting with a grunted breath. “I knew you’d steal everything.” Another thrust and there is so much pressure, so much heat that I can only hold my breath as my body begins to shake for him. “Bewitch me with your beautiful soul that you gave so easily. So freely,” he adds raggedly.
I moan, my cries filling the air as he fucks me in earnest.
“I won’t lose it now, or ever.”
Bracing over me, he watches his cock own my pussy. I wish I could see it too. The way he stretches me to the point that it hurts so good, and the way his skin glistens with my arousal.
“Fuck,” I stutter when he grasps my hand from the edge of the table and guides it to my pussy. My fingertips graze my clit, and I come so hard that I push his cock from inside me. My orgasm rips from me, coating us both.
Before I can get my shaking under control or collect my breath, Casper’s gathering me up. His mouth comes down on mine so hard that I feel the bite of his teeth deep inside me. So deep that it makes the agony of my orgasm fade in comparison.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he breathes against my lips.
His perspiration slicks over my skin, his hair sticking to my face as his dick pushes through my soaked flesh. “Do it again.”
“Again?” I don’t think I can. I’ve never come like that before. A part of me feels abashed by the whole thing, but he’s so turned on that I can’t pay much mind to the embarrassment.
“Yeah, again. I want you to come like that again. For me.” His voice is a low growl. Strained and deep, it rolls through me like thunder at the peak of a storm.
The peripheries of my senses are still numbed through when he stands tall. His jeans are pulled taut around his thighs with his underwear banded just below his glistening dick. When I reach to stroke him, he smacks my hand away with a resounding thwack.
“I’m not done fucking you, Trouble.” Bracing over the edge of the desk, he touches the tip of his nose to mine, nudging it with his perfectly twisted smile beaming at me. “You’re going to come that hard again. Harder,” he murmurs.
Dark, obsidian eyes bore into mine while he licks across the length of my lips, the wet flat of his tongue trailing over my sore, bitten pout before he pushes into my mouth.
The tip of his cock nudges at my clit as he rocks into me. It’s a maddening torture as he awakens my orgasm, only to pull away and leave it humming through me, desperately needing release while he removes his T-shirt.
Casper’s body is so beautiful with his cut muscle and tattoos. The sight of him is enough to set my humming orgasm alight.
“Lie back,” he tells me.
He watches me as he strokes his hard length, his breathing setting the rhythm of mine as he places me how he wants me with the cushion right behind my arse so that he can see all of me.