Page 32 of Desperate Haste
“Oh, you like that? You like when I pull your hair?” he questions, almost like a taunt. I nod my head in response and get a wide grin in return. “What else do you like? Tell me what you want, little fox.”
Never one to be bashful, I tell him exactly what I want. “I want you to tell me what to do. To use me as your play thing. I want you to boss me around. Think you can do that, pretty boy?” I throw the name back at him because while he likes to act like it bothers him, I know it actually turns him on. I feel his lips pull back again as he kisses me and his hands fumble around with the button of his jeans. When they fall to his ankles, he pulls his shirt off and spins us around so he’s closest to my office chair now.
“I’ll show you just how well I can.” He teases as I bring my hands to his waist and I pull at the waistband of his boxers, working to free his cock from them. As they hit the floor, I take him in my hands and start to play with him, feeling him grow even harder as I do. He doesn’t let me take him very far before he sits down on my chair and looks up at me with a menacing expression.
“Get on your knees,” he demands and my heart surges at his tone. I’m all for girl power and being in control but there’s something to be said about a man taking control and telling you what to do. Doing as he says, I drop to my knees in front of him, giving him a smirk as I sit back on my heels. His hand is stroking himself as I lower myself down onto my knees in front of him but his eyes stay locked on me. “Now take your top off. Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours that I love so much.”
Doing as he says, I bring my hands to the hem of my silk top and gently pull it up and over my head. Never one to leave the house looking less than my best even under my clothes, the white lace bra I’d picked out is now on full display for him. Being a curvy girl, my breasts billow over the top of the cups but are held up with honor no less.
“Geezus,fuck,” he groans, gripping his dick in his hand even harder. “I’ve been dreaming of those since the last time I saw them. Tell me, princess, did you wear that sexy thing just for me? Because you knew I’d be coming to visit you today?”
Wanting to tease him further, I start to caress myself, pushing my breasts together and dropping my head behind me with a moan. When I look up at him again I catch his eyes just in time before they roll into the back of his head. When he lifts it again, his expression has changed and now rivals that of a rabid animal hunting its prey.
“Take it off and get over here. I want to watch you put that mouth of yours to good use.” He leans forward and pulls me up on my knees, reaching for the clasp of my bra. My hands find it first and undo it, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor next to me. His fingers find my nipples and start to play with them as I take his dick in my hand and start to jerk him off. I wrap my lip around my teeth and for the briefest moment, give him my most innocent look. Once he’s watching me, I drop my eyes and spit on the tip of his dick, rubbing it in with my thumb. He blows out a hard breath and uses the fingers of his free hand to dig into my shoulder.
“Do it again,” he demands. And I do. I rub my saliva into his tip and bring it down his shaft, wetting it completely. I can feel him get harder in my hand and want to drag this out as long as possible.
“Tell me what you want,” I tease, bringing my mouth close enough to his cock so he can feel my breath on him without actually putting my lips on it.
“I want to fuck your face,” he growls.
“Tell me what to do,” I nearly whisper, enjoying the powerplay. I look up at him and grin, nodding slightly so he knows I want this.
“Suck me off, little fox. Be a good girl now and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Needing to have him this way, I finally break the reins I’d put on my own self-control and wrap my lips around him. With my eyes open, I watch him watching me as I take him with my mouth. He has one hand on my breast, playing and flicking my nipple and the other gripping his knee. His head falls behind him again as his eyes roll to the back of his head. I close my eyes and drop my chin so I can take him deeper and wrap my fingers around his shaft, squeezing slightly to add more friction.
“Look at me as I fuck your gorgeous face. I wanna watch you take me with your mouth like the little slut I know you like to be.” I bring my eyes to his and they burn into me like a wildfire. He ropes his fingers through my hair and holds me in place as I take him, moving myself up and down as fast as he will let me. My core burns at the hotness of the entire situation. Me, fucking him, like this, inmyoffice. It’s almost too much to bear and I can feel wetness starting to pool between my legs.
“God, I’ve gotten myself off at the memory of you doing this to me before, but this is even better than the last time.Fuck,” he groans again as more ecstasy fills his body. “Tell me, princess, have you gotten yourself off to the thought of me like I’ve gotten myself off to the thought of you?”
I keep my eyes open and on him and nod. The way I got myself off with my toy just by the memory of him fucking me from behind explodes my head.
“Of course you have. You’re my pretty little thing, of course you’ve made yourself come to the thought of my cock inside of you, making you fall over the edge. Making you cry out my name.” I nod again, edging him on even further. I’m ready to take him to the very end until he suddenly pushes me away from him and stands from the chair, bringing me with him as he does. He smashes his lips to mine and I feel his hands working to undo the clasp of my suit pants. “Take these off, now. I’m going to fuck you so hard right here on your desk like you deserve to be. Who do you think you are? Making me wait so long to have your pretty pussy again? I was going fucking crazy without it.” He’s speaking with so much desperate haste that it makes my heart speed up.
I bring my hands to my pants and push them down before stepping out of them. As I do, he leans over, pulls his wallet from the pocket of his jeans that are in a pile on the floor, and pulls a condom from it.
“Mmm, someone came prepared,” I tease and I step out of my matching lace underwear.
“I knew what I was coming here for. I would have been an idiot not to come prepared.” He rips the packet open between his teeth and slides the condom on before taking a step towards me again. “Sit on the edge,” he instructs and I follow his lead.
With my ass on the edge of my desk and our clothes at our feet, he lines his hips up with mine and brings his hand to his cock. I brace myself for him to slip inside of me but instead of feeling the relief that my body is so desperately begging for, I feel him using the tip of his dick to tease my entrance. When he slides it along my clit, my hips buck in reply.
“There she is, my needy girl,” he hums in my ear. He brings a hand to my neck and holds me in place while his other hand joins in on the teasing.
“Is this okay, my hand here?” he asks, talking about his hand that’s currently wrapped around my throat. There’s a sincerity in his voice that touches my heart in a way that no man has ever managed to do. He’s playing into my fantasy of wanting him to be in control, but is still checking in to make sure I’m okay with it. Little does he know, I’mveryokay with it.
“Harder. Choke me harder,” I whisper back and feel his hands tighten ever so slightly. The feeling of his complete control over me threatens to send me over the edge completely. “Please, please fuck me. Hard. I want it. I want you.Please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
With that, he thrusts his hips forward and sinks himself deep inside of me. We both release a sigh of relief when our bodies connect once more. My hands are behind me to brace myself on the desk and he brings his hands to the edge to do the same. His body is at an angle as my legs are spread wide, welcoming him in. As he leans over me, thrusting into me hard and deep, he kisses my neck and growls in my ear.
“Someone is awfully wet for me. Were you waiting for me to come here and fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” I hiss as the friction he’s causing starts to build the orgasm I feel in my core.
“You’ve been waiting all this time for me, haven’t you? You haven’t been with anyone since you were with me last time. Tell me that you’re mine.” He isn’t wrong, I haven’t been with anyone since I was with him when he took me out to lunch. The sheer thought of going to a bar and taking some random man home turned me off so fast I had been opting to just stay home on the weekends.
