Suddenly she stops, still looking up at me. She smirks. “Tell me something, Z.” Now I’m intrigued. She never calls me Z. “How many women have you fucked in here?”
“I feel like this is a trap…” I trail, amusing her.
“No trap. Just curious.”
“I told you.” I lean into her, my hands running up the inside of her legs. “I don’t fuck people who work for me.”
“You’re evading the question.” She reaches down and stills my hands. “I only ask because the bed at my house, the one you fucked me on last, I can’t even begin to tell you the amount…”
“Woman…” It comes out as almost a growl and she looks up at me, smirking. “Oh, I see. You’re trying to make me jealous.”
“Would I do that?” She bats her lashes at me.
“Yes, yes, you would. The real question is, why are you trying to make me jealous, Tatum?”
She shrugs her shoulders, innocently. “I dunno. The sex is something else when you’re jealous.”
“Baby, the sex is something else every time.”
“I know.” She bites her lips as I shake my head, my hands stroking up the sides of her legs and to her hips before I’m pulling down her shorts.
“It’s generally not a good idea to make a man like me jealous.”
“You don’t scare me.” Her smirks breaks through her stoic face as she says it.
“You wanna see what happens when you’re bad?”
“What?” She rolls her eyes and I chuckle to myself. Sliding her panties off of her legs as I free her from them.
“Spread your legs, slide your ass to the edge, and put your feet up on the desk.” As I’m eye level with her pussy, I glance back up at her.
“This is really uncomfortable.”
“You’ll forget about that soon.” I whisper to her before I run my tongue along her, slowing enough to lick inside of her and continue, looking up at her our eyes lock and I can feel her pussy contract as we continue to stare at one another. Flicking my tongue as I reach her nub, she gasps out, growing louder as I engulf it in my mouth and gently suck on it.
Her head falls backwards as a second moan escapes and her back arches. Separating the entrance of her with my fingers before slipping two inside and feeling her pussy clenching around me as I continue to devour her. Hooking my fingers around and stroking the inside of her clitoris. Her walls clench hard around me as I continue to stimulate her clit internally and externally.
Sliding a condom over myself, I stand up and am a bit caught off guard when she pushes me back with her body, spinning us around and pushing me down on the desk.
I’m not gonna lie. Her taking control is kind of fucking hot as well. Sliding her way onto the desk, she straddles my hips, and my thumb grazes my initial on her hip as I smirk to myself.
Sliding herself down my cock, I feel her inner walls clenching around me.
I shouldn’t be surprised when I feel the prick of the knife on my hip as she straddles me on the desk. I don’t even need to look to know what she’s doing. Just as I did a few weeks ago, she’s leaving her mark on me. Something from deep inside of me thumps as I think about her marking me as hers, because whether I want to believe it or not, that’s what I was doing with her.
Somewhere I want to believe that at the end of everything, when I finally figure out all of this bullshit that there will be somewhere for me in her life, but the more realistic part of me knows that this is fictitious… it’s my little made up dream I’m holding on to.
People like me doing get happiness. Maybe when Tatum first came to me, maybe at that point she was supposed to derail what I was trying to do, but now, the things that I’ve done, the way that I’ve lived my life… there’s no way that any sort of justified world would give me happiness.
She pulls herself up off of me and I miss the warmth of her pussy wrapped around me already.
“I think this may be something better of me to keep around.” She smirks as she stands in front of me, her hip bone showing where the ‘Z’ I carved into her is still healing. I can feel the blood dripping down my side and I’m sure pooling up on the desk, but I couldn’t fucking care less.
She wears a devilish smirk as she looks at me. She’s waiting for my approval. I don’t know how I know that, but I do.
But she hasn’t gained my approval just yet, so I just shrug in response.
Her finger swipes some blood from the wound as she raises it to her mouth and slips it in, sucking off my blood into her mouth. And it may be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
