Page 72 of Season of Wrath


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Because now I have to have her.

Two seconds ago, I’d had half a mind to overpower her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her where I know she’ll be safe. But the instant I had her in my grasp, all the frustration and anxiety transformed into molten desire. I need to feel her alive and warm and fierce in my arms.

And I know she feels it too.

Because in an instant, she’s kissing me back just as violently, her body leaning desperately into mine. Thoughts of trying to run from me seem to vanish from her mind. As I release her arms, my hands traveling up her shoulders and neck to cup her face, her fingers hook in my belt loops, and with a meaningful jerk, she brings my hips forward to grind against hers.

I groan, my throbbing desire overcoming my rational mind. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that someone else might still be in the other room, but I can’t find it in me to care. Unapologetically, I claim Heidi’s mouth with my own, devouring her as I keep her pinned to the wall.

Then I reach down to pull her dress shirt out of her pencil skirt. And in one fluid motion, I lift it up over her head. Heidi gasps as her arms raise, allowing me to strip her. As I go for the zipper of her skirt, she takes my dress shirt and rips it open.

Buttons fling across the room, clattering over the floor and vanishing into hidden corners, but I don’t care. She can undress me with this kind of fire any day. I shove her skirt and panties down over her hips, and she kicks them aside, flinging her heels along with the bundle of clothes.

Then she reaches behind her to undo her bra as I unbuckle my belt and shove my pants around my ankles. I don’t bother to untie my dress shoes or finish stepping out of my pants. Instead, I pull Heidi into my arms and kiss her deeply once again.

My hands roam freely over her curves, groping and kneading her flesh with fiery desperation. When I get to her thighs, I hoist her up, pressing her back against the wall as I wrap her legs around my hips.

Heidi clings to my shoulders, her fingers pressing into my back as she lightly bites my earlobe. Snarling, I find her entrance with the head of my cock and shove inside her.

The sound of her euphoric cry sends my need into overdrive. Keeping her back firmly pressed against the wall with my upper body, I hammer into her depths, seeking much-needed relief and at the same time, relishing the feel of her heart pounding in rhythm with mine.

Heidi’s nails bite into my skin as she trembles in my arms, her breathing labored, her hard nipples pressed against my chest.

“Don’t stop!” she pleads, her pussy tightening around my girth, and I love that she’s on the verge of climax with such little buildup. She might fight me when it comes to rational choices and decision-making, but at least I still know how to make her body respond eagerly to my will.

If I were smart, I might use this ledge she’s hovering on as leverage, to torture her into submission. But I can’t. I don’t have the self-control. I need to feel Heidi wrapped around me, falling apart in my arms more than I need my next breath.

Her perfect breasts start to bounce as I pound mercilessly inside her, and I know I’ve hit the spot when Heidi’s nonsensical Southern euphemisms start spilling from her lips in quick succession.

I can feel she’s close as her walls clamp down around me, and I shift my hips, wrapping an arm around her fine ass so I can better grind against her clit.

Her scream of ecstasy that follows slices straight to my core, and I groan as her pussy milks me forcefully, gripping my cock with almost painful strength. Again and again, she throbs around me, her slick arousal coating me as she comes hard and fast.

Holding her firmly against my chest, I turn and carry her to her desk. Swiping the papers and pencils off its surface, I lay her back on it so her hips are just at the edge, and when I stand straight, her pert, gorgeous breasts are on full display.

Hooking my arms beneath her knees, I grip her hips for better leverage, and then I resume my hard, fast thrusts. Heidi’s arms reach above her head to grasp the edge of her desk, stabilizing herself as best she can.

But I’m fucking her so hard her body still rocks with each deep penetration.

“Play with your clit,” I command, my blood scorching through my veins at the sight of her beautiful body on full display.

She’s taking all my pent up emotions like she was built for the unrelenting onslaught. And God, is she sexy as she seems to revel in the heat of our passion. Reaching for the peak of her thighs, Heidi does as I say. Her fingers press and circle the sensitive bundle of nerves there.

I can feel the instantaneous release as her pussy tightens around my cock. Groaning, I continue my grueling pace, finding her G-spot with every deep thrust.

“Oh, H-E-double-L!Maks!” she groans, her voice strained with the intensity of her pleasure.

“Come for me, Heidi,” I rasp, feeling my own release building in intensity as my balls tighten.

“I’m coming!” she whimpers, and her back arches up off the desk as she does.

This time, I’m right there with her, and I release her legs, leaning over the desk to capture her hard nipple between my teeth. As I release a powerful burst of cum deep inside her, I bite down ever so slightly.

Heidi cries out, her body twitching as her muscles strain with the force of her climax. Throbbing inside her, I come hard as she pulses around me, our simultaneous release just one more intensely satisfying sense of how perfectly we fit together.

Slowly, I still as the aftershocks of her orgasm fade away. Once we’re both finished, I ease out of her. Gone is the fury that had reached a critical point of destruction. Gone is the overwhelming sense of lust that wiped away all common sense and consumed my soul with fire.

Now, as I dress, I can finally collect my thoughts to try again and have a more rational conversation with Heidi about how we might keep her safe. I pull up my pants and buckle them closed as she slides off the desk to collect her skirt from the floor. I watch her dress quickly as I tuck my now-buttonless shirt back into my slacks, overlapping the sides to try and mask the fact that it will no longer close.

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