Chapter 3 #2
I’m so close I feel the chill race through her at my command.
She leans back against me for an instant, and I mold my big hands around the sweet curve of her hips.
I lower my torso, pressing my hard-on against her.
A ripple moves through her body, and she trembles under my touch.
“This way,” I murmur, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear.
She’s so responsive. I release my grip on her hips, capture her wrist, and lead her off the dance floor and down a hall.
Her breathing is hard and fast, even I can hear it even over the music and the crowd we’re leaving behind.
The first door I try opens on a kitchen bustling with staff; I shut it immediately.
I want privacy. Farther down the corridor, I reach the last door.
It opens onto a dark room crowded with books and a big table.
I pull her inside and close the door. She giggles, then tries to shush herself.
I run my hands up and down her bare arms, savoring all that smooth skin.
“So why’d you bring me here?” she asks, feisty. “You gonna read me the gospel? This is the parish library, where Father Joseph prepares his homily every week.”
I glance around the dark room and see that she’s right. I shrug. “I wasn’t planning to read to you.”
“Then what was the plan?” she challenges.
“I saw you dancing. I had to have you,” I tell her simply.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it? You want something, so you take it?”
“Damn right I do,” I tell her. I crowd her up against the edge of the wooden table and loom over her a bit, using my size to ratchet up the tension and build her tolerance for having me so close to her. She has to crane her neck to look up at me.
“You think I’m just going to leave my friends and come in here to fuck you?
” she says. I lean in and fasten my mouth to her throat, licking and sucking; my teeth scrape her tender flesh, and she tightens a hand on my shoulder.
I growl in appreciation and lift her onto the table.
It helps with the height difference, for one thing.
I take in her pretty dark eyes, that mouth.
She’s flushed pink and panting, and she reaches for me.
One hand still on my shoulder, she grabs my tie and pulls me in closer.
Our lips crash together, untamed and desperate to taste.
Teeth, lips, tongues rush to slake the craving.
It’s not romantic or beautiful; it’s carnal and purposeful.
I press her knees apart. The motion hikes her tight little skirt up her thighs, and I trace its path with brazen, appreciative hands. I slip one palm between us, up between her thighs, firm and hot with desire.
“Oh, Jesus,” I bite off the curse because my fingertip grazes her lower lips, damp and soft, impossibly soft.
I long to bury myself in her sex instantly.
Instead I penetrate her with my finger, pushing myself in knuckle deep and feel her flex and grip, and getting consumed by the hot honey of her passage.
“Fuck me,” I mutter. “So tight.”
“I intend to,” she murmurs and cants her hips toward me, greedy for more of me.
I set some kind of speed record freeing my pulsing cock as I scoot her back and climb on the table with her.
This wasn’t the plan. I meant to screw her up against the door and be done with it, just to work out the wave of lust. Now I have to mount her, cover her with my body and lay claim to the hot little slit I’ve already touched.
She reaches behind her and unzips her dress.
I tug the front down and fasten my mouth to her tight pink nipple and suck hard.
“Good girl,” I praise as she moans beneath me.
She grabs my hair, pressing my face harder into her breast and demanding more.
I suck one nipple and play with the other.
She’s so obliging, ready to come all over herself after only a few minutes of my very lucky mouth on her big, sexy tits.
I slide my hand back between her legs. One press of my fingertip on the pearl there sends her legs kicking, her head thrashing, her arms locking around me.
I shove my fingers into her pussy as she comes, her inner muscles clenching so hard they try to push me out of her slippery sex.
She clings to me, gathering me in her arms as she comes back down.
I brush the blunt head of my cock to her soft lips and I can’t wait anymore.
It is one jerk of my hips and I’m buried in her, bottomed out inside the fiery sweetness.
I rear back above her, pumping my cock into her.
First with defined strokes but gradually getting sloppier and more heated.
I can’t control myself. I’m just rutting in that hot, wet body that welcomes me.
Eager, her hands are on my face and then my chest. I bite the thumb she rubs across my lips, gladly sucking on the throat she exposes to me.
Nothing could have prepared me for this.
I knew she was responsive, that it was so easy to make her come.
I didn’t know she’d have the same effect on me.
I can normally go for an hour, but seven pumps in and I’m ready to blow.
There’s something about the way her slick, heated body grips mine, the greed with which she grabs my face and drags me back to her breast, so big and reddened by my earlier fondling.
I’m about to release my seed, but just before I give in, I slide my hand into her long hair, twist my fingers, and hold on.
She grins wolfishly and bites her lip. She meets every thrust with those full hips, clinging to me, but I pull back and meet her eyes.
I’m breathless; she studies me, cool and appraising.
“What are you waiting for?” she demands.
I take the hint, dragging every inch out of her, then slam back inside with a snap of my hips.
I buck, arms shaking as I hold myself above her, hand anchored in her tangled hair.
Six hard pumps and I’m spilling, pouring into her.
From the second I gripped her hair, she tensed and clenched, uncontrollable waves locking around my shaft, climaxing long and hard on my cock.
We shove together, grinding through the fiercest orgasm of my life, wringing every last drop of pleasure from it.
I’ve fucked this stranger on a priest’s desk, shoved her up the table with the force of my thrusts, pounded her down until she’ll bruise from my hand on her thigh, my mouth on her breast. I’ve possessed her in a way I can’t describe, and it thrills me more than the rake of her long nails down my back.
She sighs as the aftershocks finally end. “Ugh, you have to do that again, exactly the same way,” she groans. “Otherwise I’ll never get it that good again.”
I unload a heavy amount of cum all over my hand and cock, wishing she was here to lick it all up and suck me dry.
I’m still stroking myself, gripping my softening cock in the aftermath, wondering how long it’s been since I came this hard, especially over nothing more than a picture.
I looked forward now to meeting the daughter of Sergei.