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“Trust me, baby, you think you know me. But you don’t.” With that last word, his hand fists into my panties as he rips them apart from both sides like a savage, leaving useless scraps of netting fabric somewhere on the floor. Vassar doesn’t let me say anything or protest because, in a flash, he slips his hands in my bra, giving it the same exact treatment and throwing it to the ground as his mouth latches onto my nipples right away.
His warm mouth wraps around one as his capable, veiny hand squeezes the other. “These fucking tits have been plaguing my mind since the last time we were in your office. The way I’ve needed them in my mouth is unexplainable. The way I’ve needed you in my mouth is unexplainable.”
I shudder and shiver in his arms, still leaning back on his knees as he ravishes my tits, switching from one needy, puckered nipple to the other. His saliva leaving long threads behind as he alternates, with hunger I’ve never seen before, as if he can’t decide which one he wants in his more, but it doesn’t come anywhere near my hunger.
I need to come, and I need it now. Vassar isn’t holding onto my hips anymore, my pussy is right on top of his cock, and I cannot stop my hips as my clit searches for its relief. I cannot control my back as it arches more, pressing my breasts into his face harder. Desperate to feel more.
I know Vas isn’t happy with what I am doing to his game, he’s growling into my tits and bites them, but he’s also just as weak to stop this as I am right now.
And then suddenly, the lights shut down, my world goes black, and I’m coming so fucking hard. I think I’m moaning out his name, but I’m not sure because my mind is in a different universe as my body flies off into ecstasy. Fuck, maybe I am not ready to be actually fucked by this man…
“What a bad, bad witch I have here.” A resounding smack sounds in the office as the palm of his hand connects with my bare ass, sending a stinging sensation over it, and normally, I would lock up, but I am so far gone in pleasure that his touch—slap—only intensifies my orgasm, and I see those stars again. But then everything stops.
Vassar stops moving, his hands leave my body, his mouth is no longer sucking on my nipples as he tries to stand up.
“W-What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” I’m aware that my voice sounds desperate and panicked, but hell, I am not ready for him to leave, so what is he doing?
“You didn’t listen to me. Now you don’t get my cock in your little rebellious pussy.” He tries to get up, but I claw at his shoulders, latching onto him with everything I’ve got.
“No. You will fuck me.” My voice regains some of that confidence as I latch onto his body, digging my hands into his shoulders and squeezing my thighs around his. I also grind into his very, very hard cock, not afraid to speak to the parts of him that could be swayed a lot easier.
And it works because he groans, his head falls back as his hand comes back to my ass. “Little witch,” Vas says and slaps my ass again. Hard. But again, I don’t lock up. I don’t even think about the shit that usually floats around my mind in moments like this.
No, I whimper and grind into him again, his briefs wet from my pussy and the precum that has been leaking from his tip this whole time.
“You want it?” he asks with menace and narrowed eyes. “Fine, I will fuck you like the bad witch you are.”
In a flash, I am lifted and dropped onto his thick as fuck, huge cock. Yes! Dropped! And I scream so fucking loud, the whole busy New York street could hear my wails.
He plunges into me in one go, sheathing himself inside fully. All the fucking way with his thick cock searing me intomillion pieces. My eyes roll back, my body having an out-of-body experience because he pulls me off him almost completely and thrusts back inside in a smooth, powerful motion. My body slapping against his hard and loud. And he does it again and again, and I can’t bring myself to stop watching the movement. To stop watching as he spreads me open, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before.
“Vas,” I cry out in pleasure and pain all at once.
“Do not say my name right now, Kira. Especially not like that.” He sounds pained, and when I bring my eyes up from where his cock is spreading me open, where we are as connected as we’ll ever be, I see the restraint he puts himself through.
His forehead is sleek with sweat, the vein right in the middle of it throbbing and ready to burst. His eyes, two deadly storms, completely lost in carnal lust.
“Fuck, it’s been too long, and you feel like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Don’t hold back,” I hush out, unable to speak. “Never hold back. Give it all to me. Fuck me like I am yours.” My words do it. Or shall I say undo him. The man was crazy before, but now he is unhinged. As he digs his fingers into my hips and thrusts inside so fucking far, his hips come off the chair, his balls slap against my pussy, and he doesn’t stop.
Each thrust is harder than the one before. My legs are trapped under the armrests as they dig into my thighs each time he lifts me up, surely bruising my fair skin, but ask me if I care…
I am consumed by him, completely lost in this man. Every inch of me craves every inch of him.
This is nothing like I have ever experienced before. It’s not the soulless sex I have with whoever I like now or my inexperienced first time at the back of the grocery store. Neither is this what I was forced to do. No, this is a pure, undiluted desire that’s consuming me like wildfire.
This is a need so strong I feel like I will stop breathing when he leaves my body. Like I will never feel whole again without him inside of me, and it terrifies me. I already need this man too much.
And I think he might feel the same.
“I hate you,” Vas breathes out heavily, his hand sneaking behind my head and grabbing a fistful of my hair savagely.
But apparently, this is what I crave now because my muscles clench, my pussy tightening around his huge cock as I moan and crush my mouth to his, kissing him madly. Like some secret beast has been set free, and I am only here to fuck and kiss the life out of him. But Vas gives it all back to me.
“Please do. I love the way you hate me.”
He pushes me into his body as his hips lift off the chair, thrusting into me harder. My mind registers that he is still very much clothed, and part of me hates it. That irrational, new part. The other one, the one I have lived with for a decade, realizes it’s a good thing. I am already getting too attached, and feeling every inch of his skin burning through every inch of mine sounds like a plan for disaster.
