His words ring in my ears, his dark, sinful eyes staring into mine. His lips curl up into a smirk, before he traps his bottom lip between his teeth.
He lets out a breath and dips his head sucking the sensitive skin on my neck into his mouth. I feel his warm, wet tongue tracing circles around the same spot, his teeth grazing over it lightly.
I writhe under him, splaying my hands across his lower back. I lift his shirt up and dig my nails into his soft skin, unable to hold myself back any longer.
He pulls back suddenly and grabs both my hands by the wrists, pinning them above my head. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head teasingly.
"We play by my rules tonight." His lips brush against my ear, nibbling on my lobe.
I let out an involuntary moan, heat pooling into my lower stomach, the wetness increasing by the second between my legs.
He leans in closer to me, his lips barely brushing over mine. We breathe each others air, and I'm completely vulnerable to him, his powerful, dominant aura controlling me.
He closes the gap and presses his lips against mine, tracing the outline of my lips with his tongue. His free hand slowly undoes the zip on my jeans, tormentingly slow.
I'm growing impatient, I whimper in his mouth, lifting my hips upwards into his to try and gain some friction. He's teasingly me mercilessly, and I feel him smirk against my lips.
He grabs me by the hips and pins me down against the desk with force, his eyes locking with mine, his expression warning me to behave.
I surrender silently, biting my lip, my heart pounding loudly in my ears.
He hastily pulls me by my wrists to sit up, and forces my arms upwards. He pulls my top off over my head, and wraps his arm around my back, expertly unclasping my bra with one hand. It falls off my shoulders with ease, but he continues to look into my eyes.
He places his hand on my chest, just above my breasts, and gently pushes me back down, forcing me to lay flat against the desk.
He kneels down, and tugs at my jeans, hooking his long, slender fingers into the waistband of underwear at the same time, swiftly pulling them down in one go.
I lay bare in front of him, feeling slightly insecure. He's still fully dressed, wearing a plain white dress shirt, tucked into his black dress pants.
He stands up and feathers soft, gentle kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, eventually making his way to my collarbone.
He continues placing wet, open mouthed kisses down my body, ghosting his fingers along my skin as he makes his way down. He stops below my navel, and teases me just above my pubic bone.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back my moans, my clit throbbing, aching for some kind of contact.
He lightly bites my hip bone as he places his hands on my inner thighs, spreading my legs, readying myself for him.
"Please." I beg, my voice shaky.
He abruptly stops and looks up, knitting his brows.
"Please what?" He whispers, his fingers inching closer and closer to where I want him most.
"Please stop teasing me." I breathe. I'm about to combust, my entire body feels like it's on fire, burning with passion and arousal. I need some kind of release.
"You're a needy girl, aren't you?" He chuckles, his voice deep and thick with lust.
He falls to his knees, and spreads my legs further, continuing to tease me agonisingly slow. He ghosts his lips over my folds, so close I can feel his warm breath hitting my clit.
"I can smell how desperate you are." He whispers, planting a kiss on each side of the crease on my inner thigh.
My breathing is erratic, my heart beating violently as I wait, growing frustrated.
As if my prayers have been answered, he parts my folds with his fingers, and flicks his tongue against my clit. I let out a loud moan, the sensitivity heightened due to his teasing.
He works his tongue expertly against my nerve, sucking it into his mouth, lapping up my juices with fervour.
I grip tightly onto the edge of the table, lifting my hips into the air as the intense, overwhelming pleasure surges through my veins.
I'm already close to an orgasm, my swollen clit throbbing over and over again as he stimulates it with his mouth, repeatedly flicking his tongue against it.
He pushes a finger inside me, feeling my walls clenching around it, pulsating as I inch closer and closer to spilling over the edge.
I'm just about to hit my limit, until he suddenly pulls his finger out of me, and pops my clit out of his mouth. I whimper at the loss of contact, an unsatisfied emptiness filling me.
He stands up and grabs my hips, roughly pulling me down the desk. My ass hangs off the edge, and he leans in, hovering over me.
"Not yet." He whispers teasingly in my ear.
"What the hell?" I groan irritatingly, letting out a breath.
"You wanted to tease me for weeks..." He trails off, unbuckling his belt and whipping it off his waist.
"It's my turn."
He pulls my arms above my head and wraps the leather belt around my wrists, tying them together tightly, restricting my movement. I stare at him in shock, unsure of where he's going with this exactly.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, trying to get out of the restraints.
"Unless you want me to gag your mouth, I'd advise keeping your pretty lips closed." He says, pecking them quickly.
"The only time I want to hear your voice, is when you're moaning my name." He growls, pushing two fingers inside of me.
I tilt my head back and let out a breathy moan, my legs already feeling weak.
"Cum." He demands, his voice thick.
He curls his fingers upwards and brushes against my G-Spot, and I release without warning, cumming on his fingers.
"Fuck!" I let out a loud, high pitched moan, bucking my hips in the air.
Shockwaves pulse throughout my body, and I jolt as I come down from my high, panting breathlessly.
He chuckles sinfully, his stare looming over me seductively.
"Good girl." He purrs.
I've never been so turned on in my life, the way he's making me feel, his words, his touch, it's all overwhelming. I can barely think straight.
I watch him as he quickly unbuttons his pants, freeing himself from out of the top of his underwear. He doesn't waste any time, he doesn't even undress; he grips my hip with one hand, and grabs his large, swollen cock with the other, aligning himself at my entrance.
I feel him press the tip against my hole, gliding it up and down my soaking wet folds. I shudder, moaning breathlessly.
He hovers over me, and nibbles on my neck, before pushing himself inside. I let out a breath, allowing my head to fall back against the desk.
He grunts, letting out low breaths as he begins to move his hips. He dips his head and flicks my erect nipple with his tongue, picking up speed as he slams his hips against mine.
Every thrust is like I'm being catapulted into a euphoric state. My eyes roll into the back of my head, moaning loudly in the humid air as he buries his head in my chest.
I hook a leg around his waist, forcing him to go deeper. I want to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair, desperate for some contact, but my arms are locked above my head.
He pulls back, digging his fingers in my hips, pounding into me rapidly. I can see a thin sheen of sweat glazed over his forehead and exposed neck, his dark, silky hair sticking to the skin of his temples. He looks undeniably sexy, just the look of him forcing a pull in my lower abdomen.
He leans forward and crashes his lips against mine, plunging his tongue in my mouth. I can taste myself on him, along with the saltiness of his sweat dripping down his face to his lips and cupids bow.
Our teeth clash, the kiss rough and sloppy, his tongue immediately dominating mine without any effort.
He groans breathlessly in my mouth, his grip on my hips becoming stronger.
"I've wanted to feel you wrapped around my cock since I first laid eyes on you." He whispers against my lips, groaning between words.
I chuckle breathily as a response, unable to form any words.
He suddenly pulls out of me, and wraps his arms around my back, spinning me over onto my stomach. I grunt at the roughness of his actions, leaning on my elbows as I try to look behind me.
He slams into me from behind, and I gasp loudly, throwing my head back. He takes the opportunity and wraps my hair around his fist, pulling my head back as he pounds into me like an animal.
"Fuck, right there!" I scream, shutting my eyes closed tight, curling my toes as they hang over the edge.
I clench around him, throbbing and pulsating as I inch closer to my second orgasm. It's climbing fast, showing no signs of slowing down. I know he feels it too, as he takes his free hand and presses his thumb against my swollen clit, circling it to inch me closer.
"You gonna cum for me like a good girl?" He breathes in my ear, pulling my hair back.
I try to nod my head, but he yanks my hair again, growling.
"Use your words." He demands, nibbling on the skin of my nape.
"Y-Yes." I stutter, my body beginning to shake in pleasure.
He presses harder against my clit, and my legs go numb, my vision going white as I hit my climax once again. I scream out, my body convulsing in ecstasy.
I hear him curse under his breath, and his thrusts turn sloppy, losing the rhythm he's kept up until this point. His breath shudders, before he quickly pulls out of me, and I feel a warm liquid dripping onto my lower back.
I drop my head down against the desk, completely exhausted, my legs still trembling.
I feel him wipe me down, and he leans over my naked body, untying the belt from around my wrists. I shakily stand to my feet, my legs wobbly like a newborn baby deer.
He lets out a sigh and walks up to me, picking me up in his arms.
"Sit down." He says, placing me in the chair.
"I can't stay." I say, standing up again, trying to collect my clothes strewn across the floor.
He grabs my wrist, stopping me and looks me dead in the eye.
"You're not going anywhere. It's late." He says.
I can't help but admire him, his hair is a mess, his clothes creased, the sweat still visible on his tanned skin.
"You want me to stay here?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." He says, stepping closer towards me.
He leans in to my ear, and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him.
"We're not finished."