Her cheeks flush red at my words.
The coloring starts there and works its way down her elegant neck. That damn look of want and desire in her eyes comes right back and gives me permission to do whatever I want to her.
She wouldn’t know it’s the only thing keeping me from breathing fire at the moment. The look and the scent of her.
Her scent reminds me of jasmine and gardenias like the flower gardens at our family home in Sicily. That’s what she smells like. It’s a very distinct smell, so when she’s aroused like she is now, it’s stronger.
So much stronger, and it hardens my dick when I think of tasting her and feasting on her hot, wet pussy.
After the day I’ve had, I need a good fuck, and she looks like she needs it too with the way she’s so wound up.
That wild fascination takes over as I watch her cross the distance and sit on the leather armchair I directed her to.
“Panties off,” I say. She doesn’t look at me though.
She just does as she’s told. Her long brown hair drifts over her shoulders and flows past her breasts when she bends to shimmy out of her panties. She’s wearing a little dress, which is perfect for fucking.
I want her to keep it on.
She’s a sight for sore eyes and blue balls.
Both of which she gave me today from thinking of her. Sore eyes from lack of sleep and blue balls from wanting to be inside her again.
It wasn’t what I needed to be going into work with.
Today saw me dealing with more shit from her father.
It was so bad I had to call Christian to help me. He and Salvatore are the best guys at dealing with anything technical. I have Salvatore working with the investigation team, so I grabbed Christian instead and learned that my systems were fucked.
Mark screwed with all the records. Everything was a fucking mess with discrepancies going back for months. At least six months, but it looked like it could have been more. So much fucking more. At first, it looked like he was trying to cover up stealing money, but then he got sloppy and mixed up all the figures.
I need my figures right, always, so I can do what I do to shift the dollars around and make it clean. When fuckers like Mark fuck with me and fuckers like the feds try to investigate, I’m leaving myself out in the open for attack.
So, I will have this moment, and I don’t care that she’s pissed about today. I will definitely be doing what I want to her.
I move over to her as she pulls her dress up, revealing her perfect pussy.
She spreads her legs and straightens up so I can see. What I see is that she’s practically dripping wet and her face is almost the same pink color as her pussy.
Those eyes of hers are doing their best to avert my stare.
I chuckle. “You know you don’t have to try so hard not to like it. It’s okay to want to be fucked.”
“I don’t like it,” she lies.
It’s fine. I don’t need to convince her. She can do that all by herself.
“Touch your pussy, Ava,” I tell her.
Her eyes are weighted with a mixture of shame and disgust. She presses down hard on her back teeth, a last resort to hold back the mountain of words she wants to say to me. I watch her give up the fight, and I almost laugh.
The joke’s on me though because when her fingers slide down to her mound and move past her pussy lips, the beauty has my mouth watering so bad I have to swallow. The sight of her touching herself is so fucking hot I nearly blow my load.
Her face turns crimson when her fingers come away with the slick juice.
“Do it again and push right in,” I order, and she obeys, sliding her finger right inside. She’s so wet there’s a slicking sound that embarrasses her further.
She looks away shamed but turns her head back to me when I take her hand touching her pussy and guide it to her lips.
“Taste.” I want her to taste so she can see for herself what I’m doing to her.
She looks appalled that I’d ask her to do that, but thank fuck she doesn’t protest. She does it, she tastes, and it’s arousing as fuck watching her do that too.
“Looks like there’s much I have to teach you,” I begin. “When your body speaks, Ava, it’s telling you the truth. That is what I do to you, and now that you know, you will never say no again.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Why? What else do you think it means?”
She can’t answer. Good, she knows I’m right.
It’s time to stop talking now. No more of it. Time to take care of our needs.
I smile and love it when her soft, full lips fall open as I dive in to feast on her pussy.
I bury my face right in between her soft thighs and start licking her clit.
That first to mellow her out. I go slow with intention to my strokes. Slow will drive her as crazy as I was today. Slow will tease her to give in to me. Slow will take her inch by inch to the point where I need her to be. Right where we left off last night.
I lick, and she gets wetter. I hold her pussy lips open so I can get deeper, and that’s when she starts moaning. It’s a glorious sound, and my damn cock gets so hard when I hear it, I almost explode.
What I better do is stop and look at her.
“You like that, Bellezza?” I ask, and the whimper she was holding back is answer enough. “Don’t worry. There’s so much more where that came from.”
I give her a wicked grin before I go back in. Feasting is definitely what I’m doing to my pretty little guest.
“Ahhhh…. Hmmm…” she moans, and I lick her clit, coaxing her release. I won’t get her to hold it yet. I can tell she’s not used to this. I’ll bet anybody she’s been with in the past never went down on her and ate her out the way I do.
She wants to know when she’s leaving here. Fucking fuck that. By the time I finish with her, she’ll be begging me to stay. Begging for more.
It’s the look of her now as I glance up. And fuck, she reaches forward and takes hold of my shoulders just like the other night. It’s then I know I have her right where I want her. Exactly at the point where she can no longer resist and has to yield to me.
Her sweet, juicy nectar flows right into my mouth.
It’s a gush of syrup that flows right into my open mouth, and I drink from her, lapping it all up. Her hands on me aren’t gripping anymore. She’s stroking. I don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing as she glides her hands over my shoulders like we’re lovers.
I look up at her and have to stop. She’s never looked more beautiful, captured in the height of pleasure, claimed in its claws as it beckons her to feel passion.
Feeling my gaze on her, she opens her eyes and stares down at me. Her cheeks grow rosier with surprise at her reaction, and her hands still.
Here’s the part where I need to stay in control. Last night, I realized all too quickly that I have a fascination with her. An unhealthy one. It started the night we met and I saw that old pain in her eyes. Since then, I’ve been able to see everything she’s feeling, and I’m not sure if she knows that.
I stand up and look down at her, regaining my dominance as she tries to catch her breath.
“Get up and bend over the desk,” I command her.
My harsh words break the spell of the moment. In fact, they shatter it, but my mind is taken up with the way she follows instruction. My command over her is turning me on, making me love that she does what I tell her. What I love more is that she wants it too.
There’s no part of her that doesn’t want me.
She goes to the desk and bends over. Her dress is too long for my liking though, although it only stops by her thighs. She’s trying to bunch it up, but it keeps covering her ass. I want that ass uncovered.
I take the edge of the dress and pull it off over her head in one swift action, making her turn and gasp.
“I could have taken it off,” she protests.
“Don’t worry about it,” I answer with the smile and unhook her bra so her breasts can fall out.
They do, and I back off the straps down her arms.
Her puckered nipples call to me to suck them, so I hold her in place on the desk so I can give them a good sucking before turning her to face the desk. As I bend her over, her fully rounded behind is on perfect show. Exactly the way I want it.
I take out my cock and plunge right into her pussy. She winces, and her knees buckle, but I slip my arm around her waist to catch her. I’m not an inch-in sort of guy, and not when I give her good foreplay. She takes me whole, and I start to fuck her hard, giving her the fuck I wanted to give her since I woke up this morning.
Fucking hell, if I could have been late, I would have gone to her and this would be the second time today.
I plunge into her relentlessly, allowing my body to guide me and drive my movements, her moans and cries of ecstasy fueling me to continue.
Then something slips away from me. I don’t know what it is—control or reality. I felt it last night too when I had to put her on the table. It’s happening again and drawing me in to consume her. I start pounding into her. I know she must feel it too when she starts moving on my cock, fucking me too.
We both go crazy on each other. I never expected that. It’s worse than last night.
I know I’ve lost my mind when I hold her right down on the table and fuck her so hard she screams out loud with pleasure. It’s a sound that makes me wish I could go on, but I can’t. I was already a goner, then I heard it, and blew into her like a storm, filling her hot passage with my cum.
It was wild again. Another wild session with this woman that’s left me drained. It’s the second time, and I feel like I want to devour her. The need is more.
She’s panting, trying to catch her breath, but I notice something else that has me hardening up again inside her. She’s stroking her left breast. Fucking hell, she’s still so aroused.
The fascination comes back to my mind, and I lean over, placing my mouth to her ear while I still her fingers and take over. I stroke over the swell, and she presses into me, enjoying the thrill of the afterglow. It’s practically burning my skin.
While I stroke her tit and stroke the nipple, she starts wiggling her ass against me, and I allow her to for a few seconds until I feel the need to put up the wall again.
I’ve been a quick study with this woman.
Touch her the way she wants and give her what she needs, and she’s all mine. Piss her off, and it brings back reality and returns the control to me. Control of what we are.
We aren’t lovers, although as I look at the vague reflection of us in my window against the dark night, even I have a hard time believing that’s not true.
It can’t be though, and no matter what magic she’s worked on me to give me this fascination, I can’t let it take me.
I rest my hand on her ass and give it a good squeeze.
“Naughty Bellezza, you want me to fuck you again. Dirty girl. I have work to do.” The minute I say that, she stills and tenses in my arms. My words severed the erotic trance, and I almost feel like a prick. But this good girl who looks like she’ll give her heart and soul to save a man from the devil mustn’t confuse what we are. I whisper now against her ear while I put my dick back in my pants. “I’ll tell you what, since you want my cock so badly, I’ll allow you to ride it in the morning.”
I chuckle as she tries to pull away from me in clear disgust. I don’t know why she keeps forgetting who I am.
She actually thinks she can run away from me when I haven’t dismissed her.
I grab her arm, and she tries to cover herself.
“I hate you,” she wails.
Good… she should hate me. She should at least think she should. There was no part in this contract that included love, or even lust.
We’re not supposed to feel anything. I can’t resist though, can’t resist one last taunt for the evening she won’t forget.
“We both know that for a lie,” I say, releasing her. A tear runs down her cheek.
“Must you be so awful?” she counters.
“Yes. Now, go to your room. I’ll see you in the morning at eight. Make sure you’re up.”
She grabs her clothes, shoving her dress on inside out and her panties backwards. She flees without her shoes, and I watch her go.
I watch her go, watch her rush down the corridor and turn the corner, and even after, when I can’t see her anymore, I still stare.
Awful… yes, I am.
She makes me not want to be though.
I fight against the warm glow surrounding my cold, dead heart. I fight it because I don’t want to feel good nor bad.
I don’t want to feel anything.
Misery doesn’t always love company.
Wanting and needing are two very different things.
I want her. I must never need her though.
So, I can’t confuse what we are either.