My heart stops beating when an ostentatious smirk stretches across his face. Warmth floods my nether regions when he chews on the corner of his lip and his eyes rake the length of my body. When his gaze returns to me, I swallow. Any apprehension in his eyes has completely vanished, replaced with a new fervent look.
I cup the edge of his twitching jaw with my hand. “Unless you count being drunk on you? If so, you better ship me off to rehab, as I haven’t been sober in over ten years.”
My breath snags when a greedy grin stretches across his mouth. Wetness puddles in my lower regions as his passionate eyes stare into mine. The yearning in his eyes sends heat sliding through my veins and my anticipation sitting on the edge of a very steep cliff.
“Hawke’s outside--”
“We’ll be quick,” I interrupt.
My knees curve inward from the smirk carving on his mouth. Just from his smile alone, I can tell he doesn’t know the meaning of a quickie.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this, Ava?”
The coaxing tone in his voice makes me shudder with anticipation.
I nod. “I’ll use two hands if I have to.”
I smile, delighted my voice comes out in the husky rich purr I was aiming for. Hugo’s chuckle rumbles through my body, clustering in my womb and making my pussy throb. I lean out, bracing my shaking hands on his thrusting chest. My womb tightens from the cajoling look in his eyes.
His gaze sweet-talks me without any words needing to leave his mouth. The heat in the room turns roasting when I lower my hand to grip his impressively sized erect cock. A hiss of air violently leaves his mouth when I squeeze him hard, kneading him through his jeans. My core clenches, loving the heat of his cock in my hand.
“The office was foreplay. Now it’s time to finish what you started,” I tease, staring into his vivacious eyes.
With a growl, he seals his lips over mine. My knees weaken when his tongue slips into my mouth. I sling my arms around his neck and return his kiss with brutal force. I gasp when he pushes me against the wall and turns his devotion to my aching-with-need breasts. I run my hands along the grooves of his tight pec muscles before lowering them to work on the buttons of his shirt.
My movements are frantic and hurried as every dream I’ve ever imagined transpires. My toes curl as his hand slips inside my panties, and he feels how drenched I am. The dampness between my legs hasn’t lessened any since our time together in his office.
He pulls his lips away from my mouth, “You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses.
I don’t bother answering him. Even if I wanted to grace him with a reply, I wouldn’t be able to. My hands fly to lower his zipper, hating that I’m standing before him in only a meager pair of panties and he is still fully clothed. My breath hitches when I commence yanking his jeans down his thighs.
“You go commando now?”
When Hugo laughs, I realize I said my private thoughts out loud.
I gasp for a second time when his cock is freed from its tight restraints.Jesus!His penis is even larger than I remembered. My mouth salivates as my eyes absorb every spectacular inch of him. His cock is jutted out, thick and long. His balls are heavy and hanging on his thighs. He is man-scaped – not in a gross, weird way – in a hot, I can’t wait to taste every inch of him way. I’ve seen a small handful of naked men in my life, but none of their appendages have been as stellar as Hugo’s. I’m honestly unsure if he is going to fit inside me.
A hot trickle of desire floods my veins when my avid gaze of his body causes a bead of pre-cum to glisten on the end of his knob. If my pussy wasn’t throbbing with eagerness, begging to be consumed by his cock, and Hawke wasn’t waiting, I'd be dropping onto my knees to lick up every drop of his no doubt delicious cum. But for now, that will have to wait.
I swallow, hard, relieving my scorched throat when his jeans fall off his stout thighs and gather around his ankles. He hoists me up against the wall, holding me with ease with one hand while guiding his cock towards my ravenous womb with another. My insides clench when he pulls my panties to the side and braces the crown of his cock against the entrance of my pussy.
“You need to relax, babe, or I'm going to tear you in half,” he warns, his voice the deepest I’ve ever heard.
My heart warms over his term of endearment. It’s the first time he has called me a nickname. I unclench my vagina walls and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I kiss him with so much violence, his lips are going to be bruised in the morning. The wetness of my pussy increases as he guides the crown of his cock through my dripping folds, coating himself with my excitement. Sparks spasm my womb when the rim of his knob flicks my throbbing clit.
My back arches off the wall and tears prick my eyes when he bends his knees and thrusts upwards, hilting me in one fluid motion. A burning sensation shreds through my pussy, stealing my ability to breathe. Although accommodating his girth is more painful than having a root canal, there is also an element of carnal excitement to it, undoubtedly proving there is a very fine line between pleasure and pain.
“You not only have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, you also have the tightest,” Hugo grunts, slowly gliding his shaft out of my stinging pussy.
My pussy ripples around him, coaxing him to stay, not willing to relinquish the feeling of having him so deep inside me. When every inch of his cock is out of me, I feel hollow, completely empty. Just as I'm about to protest the loss of his contact, he slams back into me. My head dips forward and my teeth gently gnaw on the skin of his shoulder, battling through a range of emotions. He pumps into me, hard and fast. The roughness of his strokes spurs on the sensuous moan purring from my parched lips.
Over time, the burning pain dampening my excitement shifts to a pleasurable tingle. The hot pants of Hugo’s heavy breaths flutter my drenched neck when he mutters, “Fuck. I’m losing my fucking mind. Do you have any idea how fucking good you feel? Your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me greedily. ”
The crudeness of his statement intensifies my pleasure. I lift my head from his sweat-drenched neck and brace it against the wall. He stares at me with wild, crazy eyes as he slows the tempo of his thrusts. His grip on my hips firms before he pulls me off the wall, giving him complete control of my body.
He carries me with ease, not the slightest bit impeded by my weight. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face as his lips seal over my budded nipple. I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life than his ecstasy-riddled face as he fucks me into oblivion.
“This is better than any dream I’ve had of you,” he grunts between pumps.
