Chapter 13 #2
She flinched and threw her arms out, trembling just as she’d done before.
Her nipples seemed to harden even more with my intense stare and it was impossible to take my eyes off her.
She was far too beautiful, more innocent than I generally cared for, but that was another reason the woman was so different.
So special.
I sucked on her clit as she undulated, slowly moving her head from side to side. She wanted to smile, to moan in pleasure, but was doing everything in her power to keep from making a single sound.
Oddly enough, I wanted her to scream out my name and would fuck her until she satisfied my ridiculous urge. I pulled away, controlling myself for a little while longer. I wanted to make her putty in my hands. That would take time. My own version of seduction.
I swiped my tongue all the way down her pussy before pressing my lips against her thigh. When I darted my tongue across her skin, she finally allowed me a single whimper. The taste of her was extremely sweet, so much so I could easily concentrate on licking every inch of her body.
But my cock wouldn’t be able to tolerate it.
I lifted her leg up even further, trailing a wet path with my tongue to her knee. I noticed she was watching everything I was doing, but this time her eyes were unreadable. When I bit her inner thigh, she pushed up from my desk, panting a little more.
My cock and balls were now being pinched, the tension in my body the worst it had ever been. I bit down on her other thigh until she finally cried out in discomfort before driving my tongue past her swollen folds.
The taste was even sweeter than I’d thought, her juice coating my tongue. While I enjoyed fucking, there was an added filth to savoring the taste of a woman’s pussy. Feasting was one of my greatest joys.
Genevieve arched her back as I lifted her hips up by several inches. She laughed softly, slapping one hand on the desk as I licked her slowly. Softly. Still savoring. Still watching.
“Oh…” she muttered and cinched her eyes shut. I wasn’t about to give up yet, even though the throbbing in my groin was becoming painful.
I buried my face into her wetness, using my fingers to keep her lips wide open. Her face was flushed, the slight redness matching the rosy warmth on her punished bottom. Did that make me a horrible man I wanted to keep both that way?
I rolled my thumb around her clit while I licked her more roughly. She was slowly entering the throes of passion and I sensed she was fighting it every step of the way. She might be a damn good actress, but she could never fool me.
When I pinched her clit, her body responded. Pleasure and pain. The perfect aphrodisiac. My lovely guest slammed into a wave, the climax forcing a string of moans from her lips.
I lapped every drop, never allowing my eyes to blink or look away. She was even more beautiful when she orgasmed. By the time she came down from her sweet wave, I was beyond famished.
The only thought I now had on my mind was fucking her, driving my hardened cock as deeply inside her as possible.
Would that make her any easier to handle?
Probably not, but at least I could say I’d gotten to know her better and vice versa.
A grin slipped across my face as I lowered her legs to the floor.
She turned her head to the side, taking gasping breaths as her hand fluttered to her chest. Her nipples were an even rosier color highlighted by the recessed LED lights. As I backed away, I wiped my mouth, the lingering taste reminding me of my favorite fruit. Peaches.
As I began to unfasten my belt, she turned her head once again. Trepidation remained in her eyes, but the lust was even stronger.
I wasn’t interested in wasting any time with pretenses. I stripped off my clothes quickly, returning to the same position.
When I reached for her legs, she didn’t give me the opportunity. She lifted them on her own, arching her back at the same time. She looked like a vision, a goddess in heat. Even her painted toes were pointed, her skin shimmering in the light. I wanted to take a picture to keep with me at all times.
Instead, I’d have the real thing night after night if I so chose.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her slickened pussy.
She pressed her palms against the desk, lifting her body by several additional inches.
If she felt discomfort, she certainly didn’t act that way.
Now her entire face was on fire, her swollen lips pursed as I pushed the tip of my cock just inside.
When I hesitated, she laughed. “What are you waiting for? Permission?”
“You should know better already than to challenge me. Since when do I ever need permission to do anything I want?” I thrust the entire length inside and she threw her head back. Her whimpers were bolder than before, more audible and the sound had a push-pull effect on the sadistic side of me.
I pulled out, waiting for a few seconds before plunging into her again. Every woman was different, but as her muscles stretched to accommodate my width, she purposely clamped them like a tight vise. She was still toying with me, acting as if she had more control.
Just being able to dig my nails into her luscious skin was invigorating. My pulse was high, the rush of adrenaline keeping me on a jagged edge. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, driving harder and faster. The sweet music of skin being pounded against skin was irresistible.
Genevieve lolled her head to the side, panting as her chest rose and fell. I was brutal with her, enjoying the way her body responded as I fucked her. There were dancing prickles on her skin, every muscle as tense as mine had become.
She didn’t expect my actions when I dropped over her, once again crushing her body with mine. I jerked her arms over her head, intertwining our fingers. Now we rocked together. Even our labored breathing was in unison.
There were no words said, no admittance of anything, just brutal, raw fucking. As I pounded into her, I sensed another moment of rapture was sliding into her system.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” She pursed her lips shut as the wave swept over her. I couldn’t help but pull back, studying her beautiful face. She was truly exquisite.
My body was reacting to hers, the need intensifying. As soon as she crested the swell, I sensed there would be no way I could stop even if I wanted to.
A single bead of sweat dripped off my face and as I erupted deep inside her tight pussy, her tongue captured the bead. The action was almost too simple. Too sweet.
And way too tempting.
For now, she was my guest, but soon she’d be my prisoner in both business and in pleasure.
There could be nothing else.