“Every night.”
“You’re so obsessed with me,” I say, laughing.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been dying for this too.”
“Dying for it is a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Have I wanted this? Yes. Have I beendyingfor it? Not so much,” I say easily. I’m teasing him, edging him on, seeing how far he will go until he finally cracks and gives me what I want.
“Ah,” he tuts, “you shouldn’t have said that, Angel.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m about to prove you very wrong. When I’m done with you, you’re going to dream about the way I touch you every night,” he says through a groan. I go to stand, but he still keeps his hands on me, dancing across my stomach, his mouth on my neck.
“Prove me wrong, then,” I challenge, twisting around in his grip to grab onto his neck, pulling him into me so I can crush my mouth to his. His body is surprised by my sudden roughness, and he stumbles backwards slightly. I want him inside me. I want to feel him fucking everywhere. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes,” he says into my mouth, smiling against it. He pulls me with him as he reaches into a drawer, retrieving the packet.
My eyes can’t leave his body as he shucks off his boxers in one motion, his huge erection making me gulp. I knew he was going to be big, but…Jesus. He strokes the head of his cock, leaking with pre-cum and I snap my eyes up to his, unable to look at it. He pumps his shaft a few times while keeping his eyes trained on me and it takes all that I am not to touch myself too with the way he’s looking at me – his gaze is hungry, dirty, and insatiable. He rolls on the condom, and I sit back up on the windowsill.
He braces one hand under my thigh, lifting it up as he positions his cock with my needy, wet pussy. “Tell me when you want to stop, okay?” I nod, needing him now more than ever. He gently eases the tip into me, and I gasp. Not much is inside me, but it’s already filling me up. He adjusts my thigh, opening my legs wider so he can push into me again, giving me more of him.
“Fuck,” I moan when more of him slips deeper inside me. I loll my head back, unable to look at where we’re connecting, knowing it will take me over the edge. Once he’s pushed in as much as he can and I’ve adjusted to his length, he braces both of his hands on my hips as I try to keep my legs as high as possible, wrapping them around him.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he groans into the skin on my collarbone.
“I’m not, you’re just fucking huge,” I say back.
“You trying to compliment me, sweetheart?”
“No,” I bite out, moaning again. I look down to where we’re connected – my pussy stretched perfectly for him. I bite back the moan in my throat as he drives into me. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good. I was planning on it,” he says. He pushes just in and then just out again, each stroke slower than the last. He’s trying to punish me. He has to be. This is torture. Each time he pumps into me, another desperate moan leaves my mouth, reverberating through the room.
He breaks the hold on my hip, only to use one hand to gently play with my clit, rubbing at the same slow pace he’s using to fuck me. We’re both nothing but frantic moans and pants, gasping each time he hits me in the right spot.
The pain mixed with the pleasure drives me over the edge multiple times without fully getting there because he changes his pace. Again.
I’ve had enough.
“Stop treating me like a porcelain doll and just fuck me like you mean it, Branson.”
“You have a really dirty mouth. You know that, Angel?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the space behind my ear. I tilt my head away from him, needing to catch my breath.
“What do you expect? You’re the one who insists on calling me ‘Angel’ when you know I’m not,” I choke out after another slow stroke.
“Over the desk. Now.”
Evan
She scrambles to her feet, her perfect ass and tits bouncing as she does what I ask. Still, she wants me to work for it, so she sits at the edge of the desk, not where I told her, crossing her ankles, her chest heaving.
“Do you not like to listen or do you just like being punished?” I ask gruffly.
“Both,” she replies, grinning. I grip her waist, turning her around, gently easing her down until her chest is flat against the desk. I pull her up lightly by her ponytail, curling it in my fist.
“I told you I was going to fuck you exactly like this, Angel. But you’ve got to tell me if it gets too much for you. Okay?”
“Okay,” she breathes as I rub my cock between her ass.
