in all the way.
I’ve never felt so full of a man before. His smell wraps around me, and it’s the same as it was in the office-- that fine cologne, sandalwood and pine. It’s so musky, masculine, and I’m trembling in his arms because it calls to me on some ancestral level. Like, caveman-style, I want him to take me hard now.
My hips wiggle and push back and he hisses. Locke stands up, placing his hands on my hips, anchoring himself and me. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass raw,” he growls, and my mind yelps yes, yes, yes!
Locke’s fingers dig into the soft flesh, spread wide, controlling, and he withdraws almost to the tip, leaving me feeling empty, vulnerable--
And then thrusts back in, hard. My body shakes and quakes and I scream and
ohmyfuckinggod--
Locke
I’m going to lose it.
I’m going to lose it any second because Elise is screaming my name. Her fingernails are practically scoring the desk as I pump into her.
This woman. She’s so tight, her body pliant beneath me. My balls are tightening, and her gasps and mewls are egging me on. Have you ever heard a woman mewl from the pounding you’re giving her? It’s the sexiest sound on earth.
I hadn’t planned on it going this far. When I’d come to her apartment and office, I’d thought I’d throw her a quick screw, a job, and leave.
Her anger, though. It hooked me just as much as the dirty Chucks she wears. Elise is a grounded wire, waiting for someone to step on her. She wants it, because she thinks she can shock them.
She can’t shock me.
Well, that isn’t entirely true. When I said I was going to claim her ass, I’d expected her to fight me for it. Especially when she eyed the size of my package. But Elise rolled over and actually challenged me to take her there.
It was made more unbelievable when I prepped her. Her body’s reactions made it obvious it was her first time. But she didn’t complain, or whine. No. She’d said… what was it? “Are we fucking? Or are you all talk?”
Yes, I was a little shocked.
And as her tight ass grips my cock while I slam away, I’m feeling something new. Something I’m afraid to feel.
Interest.
I want to push her more. See how far I can shove against her boundaries. She carries herself like someone who doesn’t take shit. What would she do if I--
My hands release from her hips. I thrust hard, pinning her to the desk, but don’t withdraw. Instead, I start grinding my cock in her, relishing the sweet heat and her longing whimpers.
Her skin is soft under my fingers. I trace her ribs before reaching under and grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard. Elise cries out and struggles a little and I have to take a deep breath to keep from blowing my load.
Releasing her breasts, I slide one hand down the front of her, caressing her belly. The other slides up, up, until I wrap my fingers around her throat. Beneath me, she tenses, but she doesn’t say no .
A hiss escapes my lips. Moving back from the desk, I pull her with me. Just enough room to slip the hand that was on her stomach down between her legs.
As soon as my fingers graze her swollen clit, Elise jumps a little and I feel it in my cock. In return, the fingers on her neck squeeze --just a bit-- and she writhes in my grip.
This is how I start the dance. A slow grind or a quick, hard thrust. She squeals. My fingers circle her clit, not quite touching it, until she’s heaving with need under me. Then the hand on her neck tightens. Just slightly.
Elise’s breathy moans have become wheezes. Her body is rocking against mine and I know she’s close. That’s okay, I am, too.
The smell of our sex is all around us. The soft feathers of the hair that’s come loose from her ponytail tickle my cheek. There is something static in the air, an electric charge.
I don’t want to hold back anymore.
I fuck her again, slamming in and