“You pictured—fuck, oh, god—you pictured what I’d taste like?”
“Is that so surprising? I don’t flirt with everyone at work.”
“You don’t flirt with me.”
“I tease you. I drive you crazy.”
“You have a fucked-up definition of flirting then.”
He laughs as he slides two fingers inside of me and I moan loudly. He licks my clit and fucks me with his fingers, and I can’t take this anymore, I can’t take the back and forth and the fear of getting caught and the knowledge that yes, this is fucked, this is a huge mistake—
I come in a blinding flash. I come, saying his name, and he stands and kisses me as he keeps teasing my clit while I slowly finish. He puts his fingers in my mouth and makes me lick them off before turning me around, his hands on my breasts, his cock against my dripping wet entrance. I’m still buzzing, twitching, as he takes my hands and pins them up against the wall.
“I want all of you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Then fuck me, Baptist.”
I don’t know what’s coming over me, but it’s like I’m a sex-starved goddess. He slides himself deep and groans. I gasp and my fingers dig into the wall. He’s huge, massive, and I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life.
And that’s a problem, because if it feels good now, what if I want it to feel this good in the future?
I’ll worry about that later. Right now, I want him to fuck me, I want to feel the aching pleasure turn into a wildfire between my legs. He gives me what I want, and I buck back against him, losing my mind.
Who is this girl right now?I don’t know myself, and that’s the point—I need to be someone else, even for a few minutes.
“Come on, Baptist,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder. He bites my neck and my lip. “Fuck me until I scream. I want to feel you slap my ass.”
“You want to hurt for me, don’t you?” He spanks me, once, twice, fucks me faster. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Webb. You have no fucking idea.”
“Just for tonight, I’ll do whatever you want to you.”
“I want you to come on my thick cock and then I want to bury myself between your legs. I want you to ride me until you scream. I want to come between those pretty lips and make you beg for another taste. I want you to give yourself to me, Webb. I want you to be all mine.”
“Just for tonight,” I whisper as he fucks me faster, his hands on my breasts, on my hips, on my ass. He turns me, lifts my leg, fucks me facing him, kisses me and bites my lip. He bites my neck, my ear. He pulls my hair and pins my hands. I’m sweating and I don’t care that I’m a mess right now.
It feels too goddamn good to stop.
He groans in my ear. “You’re bliss. You’re fucking heaven, Webb. I want to fuck you until you’re nothing. I want to leave you quivering and moaning for more.”
“Take your fill and fuck me.”
“How far are you willing to go to get what you want, Webb?” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, his sultry voice shoving me over the edge into oblivion. “Tell me how far you’ll go.”
“I’ll do anything. Fuck, anything at all.”
We move together, moaning and grinding, and I’m so fucking close, his sexy and muscular arms gripping me tight, his gorgeous face a furnace of desire. I bite him back and he pulls my hair and yes, finally, I feel myself building and building, getting closer and closer, the orgasm right there on the edge of destruction—
I tip over and come, my pussy clenching down on his cock. He gasps in delight and I feel him tense, and suddenly something warm and wet fills me. I moan as he comes too, thick spurts between my legs, and there are no conscious thoughts in my brain, only utter and total bliss.
When I’m done, I slide to my knees and lick him clean, tongue rolling around his tip.
I’ve never been this filthy before in my life.
But right now, I’m his.
“Good girl,” he says, cupping my chin.
“You came inside of me.”