Chapter 11Hazel
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Hazel
“ Y ou’re so beautiful, it’s unreal” David groans against my naked breasts as my fingers grip my tightly. “So soft, like an angel.”
I’m breathing fast and hard, my skin warm, my heart in a frenzy inside my chest.
“I need you,” he mutters, but it’s almost frantic. His eyes are commanding as they reach mine, and I know he’s not used to being denied what he wants for this long.
I press my palms to either side of his jaw and lean in to lock my lips with his again. “Have me, then.” I give him permission by taking his hand and moving it across my stomach.
His eyes flare with possessive lust. His kisses are urgent, needful, and fierce. I let out a whisper of pleasure against his mouth, tingles flushing underneath my skin in every place he touches.
I love the attention, I crave it. David’s hungry mouth glides down my neck, trailing to my collarbone and inching down my arm.
I release a sigh. David’s hands cup my waist, and he holds me steady, sliding me off his lap.
“What are you doing?” I gaze at him with a slight pout as he plants me back in my own seat.
His expression is dark, jaw chiseled, gray eyes storms of desire. Without a word, he gets on his knees in front of me and his hands meander up my legs.
His fingertips gently graze across my inner thighs, fanning up and coming to a stop around my hips. The starving expression on his face never wavers.
His hand reaches between my legs, and I involuntarily exhale and lean back in my seat, every muscle in my body relaxing to his smooth caressing fingers.
David starts rubbing my clit through the fabric of my panties. I can barely breathe through the pleasure. The scorching tenderness of his touch completely engulfs me.
“You’re so wet,” he says with a pleased glaze scrolling over his gray eyes. “That’s so hot.”
My thighs start involuntarily trembling and I nod, instinctively parting my legs to give him better access. He seems pleased with that too. He peels back my panties and his thumb parts my sensitive folds. I gasp as an incredible surge of warm tingles invades my senses. David’s eyes burn with lust.
“Do you like this?” he growls.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Do you want me to keep touching you like this, or will you deny me again?”
“Please.” I’m not above begging in this situation. I need his hands all over me. I’m done denying him, but more so, I’m done denying myself.
He applies a tender amount of pressure to my clit, and I moan again, biting down on my bottom lip. I wiggle my hips in the chair and slide my bottom further down the base of it.
The pad of David’s thumb guides a slow circle around on my clit, driving me crazy.
“Does that feel good?” He asks as his index finger travels to my center. He already knows the answer.
I nod. I can’t speak through the pleasure. I stare at him, and we make eye contact as David slowly pushes his finger inside me, deeper and deeper into my center, stopping only when he gets to the knuckle of his finger.
The experience is magic. It’s what I imagined in my head as I touched myself in David’s bed, when he caught me. Now I get to finish on his hand, and it’s like a dream unfolding in real time.
When I clench my muscles around him, he releases a satisfied groan and begins to slide the finger in and out. He removes it a few seconds later, and I despair at the loss of him no longer inside me.
He studies me like a hawk as he opens his mouth, popping his finger through his parted lips. He sucks on his finger, tasting me, eyes rolling back in his head. He groans out a low murmur. “Delicious. It should be a crime to taste that good.”
My brain briefly flits over the real crimes involved here, but I shove those invasive thoughts away. I’m too enthralled with this gorgeous man to focus on anything else right now.
David cuffs his fingers over the band of my panties and begins to tug them down over my thighs. When he gets them to my ankles, I lift my feet off the concrete and he slides them off completely, tossing them onto the table.
“I want to taste you here,” he says, but it’s not a question, as he points to my naked pussy, which is throbbing and getting wetter by the second.
“Yes,” I breathe out. I’m desperate to feel his tongue gliding over my clit. It pulses with the aching need of it.
David buries his head between my legs. He rubs my inner thighs as his tongue caresses slow circles around on my clit. He flicks his tongue inside me, and I spread my legs open wider, weaving my hands through his hair, pulling him closer. I surrender to his generous kisses.
I arch my back, moaning softly as David eats me like I’m his last meal, savoring it. He kisses, sucks and licks, changing the tempo, pulling away when I get close just to edge and tease me.
“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” I warn him in a breathless whisper.
“That’s the whole point, baby,” he grumbles between my legs.
The fact that he calls me baby sends an intense, euphoric heat traveling through my body. I lose all control, and completely surrender to the pleasure.
David holds me in place, sparing me no mercy as his tongue does incredible, life-altering things to my clit, dancing across it like he owns it.
He can have it if he wants it, if it sends me spiraling through the stars like this. The orgasm rocks through my body, sending me into orbit. I quiver above him, throwing my head back as ecstasy expands through my entire body.
David finally comes up to air when I’m finished convulsing and moaning. We’re both panting hard, red in the face, eyes glazed with desire and heat, hair askew.
My cum glistens on David’s lips and chin. His eyes are glowing in the aftermath, his features still swimming with a frenzy of yearning. He looks at me like he’s ready to claim me and rearrange my insides.
“Do you like it when I play with you?” he asks. “Does it feel good? I want to edge you forever. You’re very naughty for cumming before I wanted you to. I need to punish you now.” He looms over me, his shadow falling over my quivering body like a thick velvet blanket.
When I finally compose myself enough to speak, I say, “I like it when you play with it.” My voice is a whisper. I’m sweating, still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.
“Can I keep playing now, baby?” David says it with forceful confidence, but there is an urgency sparking in his eyes that makes my heart pound. “You’re moaning is so sexy.”
I draw him close and pull him up, so we are face to face. I rope my arms around his neck and hug him to my naked body. He pulls away a moment later, his eyes feasting on me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love finally seeing you without clothes on. I’m addicted to it.”
“I’m addicted to you too,” I whisper near his ear. “I want you so bad, it hurts.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he groans. His arms are possessive, roaming over my body.
David has an eager gleam in his eyes as he pulls away again to see my face. “I need to see you. All of you. You look so good naked, baby.”
He calls me baby again, and the world drips out of focus. My hands are fumbling at his waist, urgent to unzip and unbutton his pants.
His hands cup mine and he gives them a gentle squeeze, his fingers lacing with mine as we make eye contact again.
Something about this feels like more than just a desperate need to fuck each other. Yes, we’re in a frenzy and it’s urgent, but there’s a chemical response my body is having to him, and it’s causing a chain reaction inside me. The friction, the heat, the attraction, it’s overwhelming in the best way, coiling through my senses.
David makes this sexy growl noise, his eyes hungry, twin silver moons staring into the depths of my soul.
He stands up and shoves his pants down. I’m in the chair, and I slide to the edge of it, my eyes wandering over his hard girth pointing erect toward the sky. My heart is flying in my chest, exhilarated that I’m the cause of his arousal.
I slide my hand down the veiny, swollen length of him, my head tilted upward as I gaze up at him.
I hold eye contact with him, gripping my palm around his throbbing cock.
I begin to tease him the same way he teased me when he went down on me. His eyes spark with lust and delight, approval twitching in the muscles of his jaw.
He takes my arm and pulls me up. It’s a mixture of rough and just right. I sigh out with a cry of excitement. He pulls my hair, forcing my head toward him. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, a wild gleam in his eyes.
“That’s enough of that,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
He grabs my hips and spins me around. A rush of breath leaves my lips. My fingers sprawl on the table in front of me.
David presses one hand to my lower back, forcing my back to arch and my bottom to poke out. He gives my bare ass a tender squeeze and groans, his finger sliding down my ass crack. It sends shivers of excitement down my legs.
I don’t even recognize who I am when I’m with him, but I embrace it. I feel high off this sexual euphoria, like I can conquer the world and I’m capable of being whoever I want to be. He makes me feel like I can embrace my full sexuality.
No limits.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby girl,” David groans, leaning forward. He pushes my legs open further and wedges himself between them.
He presses a light kiss to my spine as he enters me from behind. He groans and his fingers leave indents in the skin around my hips as he pushes deeper. I can feel his incredible grith stretching me, pushing me to my limit almost immediately. God, he’s so big.
I lean forward, a half-sigh, half moan of ecstasy escaping my lips. My face feels flushed. Tingles course through me, giving me a warm and melty sensation.
“Do you want me to fuck you harder or slower?” he asks, already quickening his pace.
“Harder,” I whisper, gripping the table to steady myself, but David is behind me, guiding my hips with each thrust.
I push my hips back against him, wiggling my ass as David leans in and presses himself against it. He grips my hair in his fist and gives it a gentle tug. I cry out, dazed by the pleasure.
The courtyard walls are high enough that no one can see us. Our naked, grinding bodies are shielded by the awning. But I’m loud enough that if the neighbors are outside, they’ll get an earful of my moaning cries of passion.
“I’m getting close,” I warn him in a breathless pant.
“Don’t cum yet, baby,” David growls, pulling my hair a little harder. “I want you to wait for me.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper.
“I want to edge you as long as possible.”
“I need to cum,” I whine. “Please, it’s too much.”
“What’s too much, baby?” he asks with a confident snarl. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s indulging both of us.
“I need to cum,” I beg.
His cock burrows deeper, harder, faster inside me. The rhythm is mind-blowing. His shaft rubs against my tender, engorged clit. Every crevice I have is ultra-sensitive. The nerve endings between my legs are soaring with the surreal pleasure.
Electric white streaks of light crackle like fireworks behind my closed eyelids and my body wilts. David makes me cum again, and I’m unable to stop myself from relenting to the pleasure. It rolls through my core, blinding me with its intensity.
“Good girl,” David groans behind me. “Now you have me ready too.”
David’s body shudders on top of me, and I feel him unloading inside of me, pumping his seed deep within me even though we both know we shouldn’t take it this far. It feels so good, so needed to truly relieve the sexual tension between us, so I let it happen.
His hands press against my shoulders as he leans into me. He reaches around and hugs me closer to him, his hand scurrying up my bare stomach, settling with a gentle squeeze against my naked breast.
He groans, then releases a hard exhale that pushes my hair up around my temples. He strokes my hair, moving it off my shoulders. He brushes a tender kiss against the curve of my neck.
“You are so sexy. That was incredible,” he says.
“I feel so relaxed and satisfied now. Jesus, I needed that so badly,” I admit, not afraid to share my post-orgasm emotions with him.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head and slides out of me. He takes my hand and squeezes it, pressing a tender kiss to my temple.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.
“Where are you going?” I still need to feel the pressure of his hot skin touching mine, his masculine presence and calloused fingers hard and rough on my body.
“To get a towel to clean you up, sexy girl. I’ll be right back, I promise. I’ll never leave a naked woman who looks as good as you alone for very long.”
As I stand beside the table, still leaning for it on wobbly knees, still needing its support to stay upright, I wonder how many more promises this Russian bratva boss will give me. I also wonder just how many of them I’ll believe.
Hormones, emotions and attraction are making me dizzy. My head is delirious with post-sex bliss. I need to focus on what’s important.
Ultimately, getting the story is what really matters, but I also need to be careful that I come out of this job unscathed, both mentally and physically.
In the back of my mind, I know I’m in charge of my own future, but I’m weak when it comes to David, and I fear we both know it.