Winnie moaned and writhed her hips against me, doing everything she could to get my dick inside her. If my brain had been working at more than the base level, I might’ve noticed her red eyes and stopped to make sure she was okay before fucking her like an animal. As it was, I was lost to the woman in my arms. I’d been lost in a fantasy of her since last seeing her, and I was ready for the real thing.
I kicked my office door shut and pinned Winnie to it. Reaching between us, I ripped her panties to the side and slid my fingers through her slickness, growling when I felt how wet she was already. Hearing her whimper and beg for me, I unfasted my jeans, shoved them down with my briefs, and then filled her with one hard stroke.
Winnie threw her head back and screamed, the veins in her throat straining as I watched. Gripping her hips, I moved away from the door and stood in the middle of my office with Winnie impaled on my dick. She wrapped her legs and arms around me tightly and held on when she saw the look in my eyes. It was madness, pure and simple. I had to fuck her senseless or I felt like I was going to fucking die.
My grip on her was bruising as I used it to lift her body until just my tip was wrapped in her wet heat, and then I dropped her back down on my full length. Her screams and broken whimpers were my drug as I fucked her hard and fast, using my grip on her hips to piston her body up and down my cock. It was fast and brutal, but when she pressed her forehead to mine and held my gaze, I knew it was what we both needed.
She came suddenly, her walls squeezing and milking me until I came deep inside her. With that first orgasm sated, I stumbled to sit against the edge of my desk, still buried deep in Winnie. We were both breathing hard and sweating, but my dick was still hard and there was still a restlessness I could see in Winnie’s tear-stained eyes.
Before I could ask her anything, she kissed me. It was deep and searching, almost vulnerable. I gave her everything I had back, trying to soothe whatever was wrong that she didn’t want to talk about. I didn’t mind being used to help her feel better, if that was what was happening. I’d willingly be her personal sex therapist for life if it meant she’d keep showing up with her pouty lips all pursed and full of pleas.
I moved us to the old couch in the corner of my office and sank into it with Winnie straddling me. I kissed down her neck and across her collarbone, pushing her dress out of the way as I went. She rocked her hips against me, slowly driving herself towards another orgasm.
Leaning back, I lifted her dress so I could watch her move over me. Her pink pussy was swollen and red, and there was something beyond vulgar about seeing it stretching around my dick. I moaned at the sight and slapped my hand down on her thigh, gripping it roughly and pulling her against me harder.
“Ride me, baby. Ride me until you come.”
She gripped my shoulders and slowly started doing as I said. Though unsure at first, she quickly got into her own rhythm. She lifted herself and then dropped back on my lap, impaling herself, and ground her clit against me before repeating it. I dug my hands into the couch and let her have control. The faster she moved her hips, the louder her moans grew, until she was driving herself down on me and crying out my name over and over.
“Fuck yes, baby. Ride my dick hard. Make yourself come.”
Burying her face against my shoulder and sinking her teeth in, she came hard again, her scream muffled. I let her grind herself against me and work the rest of her orgasm out, granting her the control until I couldn’t handle it any longer.
Flipping us over so she was beneath me on the couch, I braced myself with one hand on the arm of the couch over her head and took her mouth in a hard kiss. Gripping her thigh, I lifted it around my hip and rocked deeper into her core.
“Jack!” Winnie wrapped her arms around my shoulders and stared up at me, holding my gaze as I fucked her.
I drove my hips down, feeling her walls flutter around my cock with each stroke. The connection between us was wildly strong and I knew I wasn’t going to last with the way her deep eyes were drinking me in. I ran my hand up her side, loving her softness, cupped her breast and squeezed, and then ran my thumb over the pulse point in her throat.
Her neck was soft and beautiful, and I loved watching the skin flush red with her emotions. I loved watching her pulse flutter and seeing her eyes grow even heavier when I lightly gripped her there. For a man who loved being in control, a reaction like that was intoxicating.
I swore and worked her faster as my balls tightened and grew heavy. Electricity streaked down my spine, and it just took Winnie’s nails raking across my back for my orgasm to slam through me. I growled her name and nearly lost my mind as she came right along with me. Filling her with my seed, marking her in the most animalistic way, I watched her come apart under me.
Settling my weight so I wasn’t crushing her, I tried to catch my breath while stroking her hair out of her face and pressing a kiss to her mouth. After coming again, she looked ready to pass out. Her eyes were heavy as she watched me, and her arms around my shoulders had gone limp. With my desire sated for the moment, I could finally see that she’d been crying before coming to me.
My gut tightened, and I found that I really hated the idea of Winnie crying. “What’s wrong, Win?”
She blinked, and a silly smile stretched her lips. “Something is wrong? My brain isn’t working after those orgasms. Just give me a minute.”
I forced myself up and hauled her into my lap. I grunted as I pulled myself out of her body so I could focus—ot that her body on my lap wasn’t distracting as hell. “You were crying.”
She lifted her fingers to her face and pressed the pads of them under her eyes. Her lips turned down into a pout and her eyes filled with fresh tears. “Oh, no. I should go.”
My entire body revolted at the idea of her crying and of her leaving. I wrapped my arms more tightly around her and shook my head. “You can’t drive while crying. It’s dangerous.”
She giggled even as she blinked away her tears, fighting to control them. “You don’t want me here crying on you. This is embarrassing.”
I found myself scowling as more tears filled her eyes. Still, she kept them from falling.. “Did someone do something to hurt you? I can fix that. I don’t know if I can handle you crying.”
“I’m not crying.”
I raised my eyebrows at her. “Fine. I don’t know if I can handle you almost crying. I can’t fix anything just sitting here.”
She leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder. Her breath washed over my neck as she sighed. “I really should go. Whatever I’m doing here, I’m one hundred percent sure you didn’t plan on taking care of some random woman you slept with once before today. I’m sorry, Jack.”
I tried to stop her, but she was off my lap and at the office door before I could get my pants back up. “Win, wait.”
She flashed me a sad smile before running away. Once again, I was struck by the sight, but I found I liked her leaving even less than the first time.