17. Phoenix #3
“Fuck,” I say, as my eyes land on the swell of her breasts and her protruding pink nipples peering from the sheerness of the lace. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”
Unable to resist, I reach out and trail a finger across her skin.
She gasps when my finger caresses one nipple, then the other.
My lips crash against hers again and I kiss her with fervor as my hand slips under the hem of her dress. The warmth of her smooth skin burns my touch. Searing a line of fire along her skin, I travel between her legs until my fingers brush against the silk fabric of her panties.
I prefer to keep my sex life in a more private setting. Hence, why I’m a member of an exclusive adult club. It never even entered my mind to get down and dirty in my office. Yet, here I am defiling this beautiful woman.
“Phoenix…” She moans and pushes her body against my hand, urging me further.
“I love hearing my name on your lips. It’s a lot better than King Kong Tycoon.”
She responds with a shy smile.
“Say my name again.”
“Phoenix.”
“Again.”
“Phoenix,” she says in a breathy voice.
“One more time for good measure.”
“Touch me.”
That’s not my name, but I can roll with that.
“I am touching you, kitten.”
“I––I want more,” she says.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Touch my…” Her eyes lift to the ceiling.
“Tell me.”
“Touch my pussy.”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
It would’ve been presumptuous of me to peg her, but I’m guessing my assumptions are correct. She doesn’t have that much experience.
“No, not like that,” she says.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
“My… my clit.”
“Better. Now ask like a good girl.”
“Please, touch my clit.”
“I didn’t hear my name in that sentence.”
“Jesus, you’re such an ass––”
She gasps when I put pressure against her pussy by lifting my hips.
“The sooner you give me what I want, kitten, the sooner I’ll return the favor.”
“Phoenix, please, touch my clit.”
A feral groan escapes my lips in reply.
I resume my assault on her mouth as I slide her panties to the side.
She’s soaking wet.
She widens her legs and gasps when I drag a finger through her drenched pussy. There’s no going back the second her desire coats my fingers.
Fuck, yeah.
Her heady scent flirts with my nostrils, and my mouth waters for more than I’m allowed to take.
I’d be lying to myself if I said I’m not dying to take everything from her.
Is it a mistake to confuse things between us by taunting her this way?
Yes, I can’t deny it. Should I draw a line in the sand?
Probably. Do I care? Not at this particular moment in time.
My desire to tame the dragon inside her supersedes common sense.
Fuck, I want her.
I slide my fingers to her hard little clit, coating it in her arousal.
“Yes… like that.”
My cock swells at her words.
Not wanting her to come yet, I slow down the tempo when her legs start to tremble.
“Don’t stop,” she says.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
I part her pussy lips as I glide a finger through her wetness.
Christ.
It’s like my boxer briefs are choking my fucking balls.
“Oh God,” she says as her back bows.
I place a finger against her lips. “Shhh. We don’t want anyone to know I’m doing dirty things to you, kitten.”
“I—I’ll keep quiet.”
“Are you sure you can do that, or should I stop?”
Fire sparks from her translucent green eyes. “Don’t you dare, Konig.”
“We’re on the same page?”
She nods.
I ramp things up and slip two fingers into her needy pussy as I continue to skate over her clit with my thumb.
She closes her eyes and drops her head back. “Good God,” she says.
I pepper her neck with kisses. The temptation to bite against her milky skin and leave my mark is strong, but I resist. Barely.
“Give me your mouth.”
She does as she’s told.
My tongue moves in sync with my fingers. Each stroke ratchets my desire for her. Each stroke a reminder I haven’t shot my load inside a warm pussy in far too long.
My body hums with need for this woman.
I’m so close to flipping her onto her back and shoving my cock inside her pussy and fucking her like a savage until I fill her with my cum. I hold back. As it stands, we’ve already crossed the line of decency. Anything more would be foolish.
“I’m sure your sweet little pussy is addicting,” I say as the slick wetness from her pussy coats my hand. I lean into her neck and murmur against her skin, “I’m willing to bet my fortune, you’re fucking tight.”
She responds by riding my hand with urgency.
Damn fucking right.
I respond in kind.
I finger-fuck her like my life depends on it.
Her hips rock in mesmerizing circular motions.
“Oh, Jesus, Phoenix.” She combs her fingers through her short hair.
With her eyes closed and her dress undone, she’s a vision.
She lowers her hands, places them on my shoulders, and bounces on and off my fingers.
The unexpected perversion is almost enough to make me come.
Fuck.
I pray the sucking noise of her slick pussy riding my fingers remains trapped within the walls of my office.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.”
She’s loud.
Her muscles contract in her pursuit to get what she needs, but she’s not the one in control. I am.
Placing a hand on her hips, I halt her movements.
Wild eyes search mine. “You can’t do that.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, kitten. You broke our agreement.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t make another sound.” If her plea doesn’t do something to me.
I consider her.
“I promise,” she says.
I resume my mission.
So does she.
In no time, she’s nearing the edge.
Her hands fly to her mouth, muffling a sound.
Good girl.
“Dear God.” Her voice is shaky and her legs tremble.
That’s right. You need a lesson .
“I want that pretty pussy to come all over my fingers until your slick release drips down my hands.”
She rolls her hips, keeping time with the demanding rhythm I’ve set for her.
With each gyration of her hips, she pants faster and faster.
“Work that pussy for me.”
She reaches out and claws at my shirt, her fingers tugging into the crisp white fabric. As if that’s enough to prevent me from pushing her off the edge.
Silly kitten.
Not on my watch.
I strip her of the remainder of her control, finger-fuck her harder, and apply precise pressure on her clit. Her pussy clenches in strong pulses, each throb sending a vibration straight to my balls.
“Come for me,” I say against her lips. “But remember, not a sound.”
“Okay, okay.”
I thrust deeper and harder into her drenched pussy, wishing like fuck it was my desperate cock instead of my fingers as she clamps down on me. Her hips gyrate with velocity as she grinds her clit in jerky movements against my thumb.
My balls are filled with so much cum, and the need for release, nearly blinds me. How I manage not to come inside my boxer briefs is beyond me.
Her body tenses, her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she hitches a sharp breath as I send her flying off the cliff.
“Oh, my?—”
I press my mouth against hers, swallowing her climax cries as she shatters all over my lap.
Dammit that was beautiful.
When she comes down from her high, I remove my hand from her pussy. I’m bewitched as pleasure continues to ripple through her.
“You okay?”
She opens her heavy eyelids and stares at me with lust-filled glassy eyes. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath.
She nods.
Under her watchful gaze, I slip two fingers still soaked in her pussy juices into my mouth and suck them clean.
Her eyes widen and her jaw drops.
She’s so fucking tempting.
“Tell me, kitten.” I move my lips to her ear and bite the lobe.
She gasps.
“Are you still campaigning for a sexless marriage or are there ways to sway your decision?”