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Mya
Ever since Alex had kissed me earlier tonight, I had been on the verge of a sexual meltdown. I couldn’t remember a time that I had ever wanted a man more.
Except on the way back home, I kept thinking about how wrong it was. I shouldn’t sleep with him. Alex was a client. What had happened to my morals? Was I using the excuse that my boss said it was okay to fulfill a sexual fantasy?
The whole way back to our apartment building, I tried to remember a time that a man had ever turned me on like this. Alex only had to look at me to make me want to wither at his feet. When he held me in his arms to dance, my blood sang, and the tiny swatch of material between my legs was so damp that it was like I had worn them swimming.
I turned the key, debating with myself. I wanted the man more than I had ever wanted another, but this was crossing a line. I pushed open my door and thought, to hell with that line—and I jumped over.
I looked at him pointedly and then stepped into my apartment. He was right behind me, and the instant his hands were on me, he controlled me. I would do anything for this man.
If he had told me to get on my knees and bark, I would have. He didn’t, though. Instead, he inserted a finger into me as he used his thumb to rub my clit. In seconds, I was gasping for breath as he hurled me over the top. My legs were so weak that I depended on him to hold me up. He walked me forward, putting my body against the wall, and I heard the sound of his zipper going down as he shifted behind me. My palms were flat to the drywall, my chest compressed by his body weight. A moment later, he rolled his hips forward, and a long stiff rod slipped between my legs. I moaned again, unable to speak words as he thrust forward and then pulled back between my thighs, our skin lubricated by my desire for him.
His mouth assaulted my neck and lavished my ear. “You still want me to fuck you, Mya? Tell me now before I can’t stop.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes!”
He shifted his hips, lining the head up with the wettest part of my body, and then he plunged forward. “Fuck!” He growled in a deep husky voice. His forehead came to rest on the back of my head as he paused. A moment later, he began to move. Slowly he pulled out and then thrust forward again.
A few moments later he withdrew, panting in my ear: “It’s been too long.” He said, “I need to slow down. You feel too fucking good.”
Oh, I didn’t want to slow down. I wanted Alex to speed up. I wanted to feel his body explode into mine. I pushed my ass back against him. “No! Finish, Alex. You can’t stop now.”
“You want to tell me what to do, Mya? Is that how you like to play?” His voice was deep in my ear.
I couldn’t respond because I didn’t know the answer to that. I had never been one to tell a man what I wanted or what he should do. I had always gone with the flow.
“Is it? What do you want, Mya? You want my cock back in you? Or do you want my face between your thighs?”
The mere thought of having his mouth between my legs made me shiver uncontrollably, and my knees buckled.
He chuckled. “Oh, that’s what you want, Angel. You want my face buried in your wet pussy.” He stepped back, and instantly I missed the heat of his body against mine.
Before I could do or say anything, he scooped me in his arms and carried me to the kitchen. I was about to ask him why the kitchen, when he sat me on the island, “Lay back, Angel. If I’m going to feast, this is the place for it.”
I might have come again as those words reached me with a husky predator tone. He pushed me back over the granite island that separated the kitchen from the dining area and then yanked down the top of my dress to expose my breasts. He greedily grabbed them both, squeezing a little harder than he previously had, and for a moment, I saw stars as my groin pulsed again.
He bent over, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other. He buried his face between them, and I watched as he went from one to the other with his mouth and tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the soft locks. He lifted his head suddenly, his eyes bright, his pupils wide. “Your breasts are fucking glorious, Angel. I can’t wait to fuck them. A little lube right here between them would be perfect.”
I whimpered as he suddenly let them go and stood to push the bottom of my dress out of the way. “Let me see that pussy.” He groaned as he stared down at me after moving the material of the thong. “Fucking pretty pussy. God damn, you are wet, Mya. I fucking love that. I’ve never had a woman get so wet for me.”
He bent forward and licked along my folds. I jerked at the sensation, and he made a growling noise in his throat. He sucked on my clit, and I almost exploded off the counter. I grabbed his head, holding it there as I shifted my legs over his shoulders. His tongue ran over me again and again. Once in a while, it stopped to swirl around the bundle of swollen nerves. He pushed two fingers into me, pumping them as he lapped at me. He brought me almost to the top again before he lifted his head and chuckled. “You are so responsive, Angel. So fucking sexy and responsive.”
I couldn’t even think straight, and there was no way I could come up with a reply to that.
“I’m going to fuck you again now. You want that, right?”
“Yes,” I breathed out on a pant.
He stood, and as he shrugged out of his tux jacket, I realized that he was still completely dressed. Only his cumberbund was off, and his zipper undone. It was the first time I got a look at his erection and almost whimpered at the sight of it.
He lined it up as I watched, then he grabbed my breasts, squeezing them as he drove forward inch by inch. He filled me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “That’s it, Angel, take me in and hold me tight.”
He began to move, and his eyes closed as he lifted his head, his neck straining as he thrust forward over and over again. The granite countertop behind me rubbed hard against my back, but I welcomed the pain that came with the pleasure.
In the distance, I heard my cell phone ping with a notification, and then Alex exploded into me with a guttural grunt, but he didn’t leave me behind. The moment he began to come, I came with him.
Alex collapsed over me, resting his head against my chest as he tried to get his breathing under control. I held him to me, cherishing the quiet almost as much as the main event.
