Page 79 of Heartless
She was a stubborn woman but I was determined to make her say the words. I slowly moved my thumb to her dripping entrance. The feel of her slickness there almost crumbled my resolve. I wanted to toy with her and make her beg, but I also wanted to make her come like no one else had before. So without breaking eye contact I pushed my thumb inside her. Her eyelids fell shut and her hand slid into my hair.
At an agonizingly slow pace I moved my thumb in and out of her, while my breath fanned her pink and swollen pussy.
She tried to squeeze her thighs together and ride my finger but I used my other hand and pressed her ass to the wall, preventing her from moving too much.
A frustrated groan escaped her lips and I wanted to reward her for finally showing me her impatience, so I lowered my head and flattened my tongue over her clit. Glancing up at her I saw her expression change from angry resistance to grateful bliss.
She threw her head back and moaned my name, and I almost came inside my pants.
“Please,” she breathed out. “I need more.”
And with that my restraints dissolved. I sucked her clit between my lips and ran my teeth along it and she yanked at my hair. I slid my thumb out of her, just to invade her with my index and middle finger.
She placed her leg on top of my shoulder on her own, baring herself for me.
“That's it, love,” I encouraged her. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her confirmation was enough for me. I sucked hard on her clit while I finger fucked her fast and hard and within second her body tensed. She screamed, her hips bucking wildly against my hands, her nails digging into my scalp. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her as I continued to devour her sensitive nub, milking every last drop of her climax.
When her quivers started to subside, I slowly slid my fingers out of her drenched core, and gently kissed her inner thighs, savoring the taste of her on my mouth. Then I stood up, and without warning, lifted her by her waist, pressing her back against the wall once more.
I grinned at her as she was trying to catch her breath. “You're welcome.”
Madison laughed weakly. “You're a sadistic bastard,” she accused, but there was a playful undertone to her voice.
I used the moment to press my aching cock to her still throbbing pussy.
“My juices are going to ruin your suit,” she said but rubbed herself against my erection.
“I don’t know where that filthy mouth came from, but I love it. Don’t stop.”
I dropped her down to stand on her feet. One of her hands flew to my hard cock. I found the zipper of her dress and tried to get her out of it without her having to stop stroking me through my pants.
“I want you naked so bad, I can barely think.” I let the dress fall down to our feet then kicked it to the side. “You’re so beautiful.” I caressed the swell of her tits, then unclasped her bra and threw it to the same spot I assumed her dress had landed.
“And you’re still dressed,” she started unbuckling me at a slow measured pace. A sly smile formed on her lips.
“Are you plotting something, love?”
“Yes. Payback.”
I could swear there was no way to move any slower than she did.
“Just get my cock out so I can fuck you.” Even I could hear the desperation in my own voice. “I will let you be a bad girl and torture me like I tortured you the next time.”
“What if there isn’t a next time?” She tilted her head to the side, the defiance in her gaze back with full force. “I can’t do this,” she whispered while pushing her hand inside my pants. I almost forgot how to speak, that’s how good it felt to have her hand wrapped around my cock.
“You seem skilled enough,” I teased and she squeezed my dick in response.
“You’re my boss.”
“A temporary one,” I slid my hand back down to rub her again. “How about I fire you and rehire you again after I make you come on my cock?” Madison wrapped a leg around my waist to make the access to her pussy easier for me. I smeared her wetness all over her folds and she closed her eyes in pleasure.
“Fine,” she moaned when I entered her with my fingers again. She tapped the pockets of my slacks. “Where is your wallet?”
At first I frowned at her question, but then I remembered. She was asking about condoms.
