Corporate Temptress

When his cock settled deep in her ass, she squeezed him so tight that he blew out a harsh breath. He waited for her to show some type of pain that he expected her to experience with this kind of sex. None came. She went straight to work, moving slowly up and down and moaning as he watched himself disappear into that fine ass.

The more she pumped him, the more his own need to drive into her rode up. Now, though, he feared if he slammed up into her, he’d somehow hurt her, so there he lay while she took her pleasure. He fisted his hands, holding on, and shut his eyes. He was going to come, no doubt about it, and he didn’t want to.

Her moans grew louder and he noticed that one of her hands had left his legs, which he guessed was because she was playing with her clit. Needing to know, he snapped his eyes open and he discovered she had shoved her fingers inside her pussy.

Christ!

Her speed increased and she shuddered, her beautiful body trembling, indicating another approaching release. Here was the difference between a young woman and an experienced one who knew her body well. She had found her on buttons and she had no trouble getting herself off.

However, watching that ass take him in, the way her muscles squeezed the hell out of his dick, he couldn’t maintain his focus, which simply irritated him. He’d asked her to release him and right now he could be driving into that ass the way he desired.

Shutting his eyes tight, he focused away from the sensation of her anus squeezing him. But her muscles clenched further and her release was so intense that he panted to avoid his climax, hanging on the edge.

If this would be a repeat event—and he intended to ensure it happened again once he moved to New York City after the companies merged—she’d not overpower him completely. While some men would get lost in her sexual aggression, and he had enjoyed it for a brief moment, he wanted to be the aggressor too. He would force her to acknowledge he held as much stamina, skill and strength. Sure, this was his manhood talking, but nonetheless he sought to prove his point.

When her body went lax, he opened his eyes and found her head was bowed. Her bottom was flush with his body, right into the very depths of her. He ached, throbbed within her, craving to blow.

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she grinned. He didn’t smile in return. She’d brought him to a level of primal need he couldn’t control. She’d tempted him too much, pushed him too far and teased him to extremes.

The time for her to control had ended.

“God, you make me come so hard, Evan.” Sliding off him and the bed, she entered the bathroom, leaving him a tense man in her wake.

She returned a moment later, holding a handful of tissues and a washcloth. With the tissues, she quickly removed the condom, and he could only thrust his hips up at the sensitivity when it snapped off. Using the washcloth, she cleaned his cock, then between her thighs before taking both back into the bathroom.

When she entered the bedroom again, she took out another condom from the drawer, and as before sheathed him. Her stare remained on him, appearing quite settled from her orgasm. No part of him could find equal relief, he was flying high and he couldn’t force his voice to work, too afraid it’d come out in curses at her.

After depositing the wrapper onto the floor, she unwrapped the tie from his wrists and his heart thumped. He held his breath, his muscles tensing as the man in him roared to take over.

“Now then,” she crooned. “I—”

The moment both hands were free, he pounced, causing her to squeal as he spun her around and pushed her stomach-first onto the bed. “Enough toying with me, Brooke.” Soft plush woman rested beneath him and she felt incredible there. All pinned and totally at his mercy. “The only thing you’ll be doing now is getting fucked by me.”

Not giving her a second to give him another demand, he raised her hips, wiggled until the tip of his dick met her cunt then he thrust forward. She arched her back, releasing a cry, but his weight against her trapped her to the mattress, making any movement impossible.

His first thought was to take her in the ass again, but the way he planned to fuck her, he’d rip her to pieces. If it meant going soft and careful in her ass or pounding into her cunt, the latter was a more appealing choice.

“You might enjoy control.” He gave one hard thrust and heat rushed through his cock to spread over his body. Her pussy hugged him, nearly blinding him with pleasure. “But so do I.”

Her squeal drifted around him as he drove into her, hard and fast. Now wasn’t about pleasuring her. He didn’t care. His orgasm hung and tortured him. This was about getting himself off. He trapped her with one hand between her shoulder blades and he thrust against her ruthlessly. Her loud moans came from what he suspected was not only his hard-on thrusting into her, but the pressure he put onto her lungs.

“Hold on tight,” he all but growled, slamming into that tight, slick heat. “This is going to be quick and hard.”

“Evan,” she screamed.

Her ass cheeks added more friction against his cock, and seeing that sexy bottom in this position was a treat. Watching himself slide in and out of her while he held her to the bed empowered him. She looked so stunning beneath him, so perfect and flawless. The beautiful lines of her back, that silky hair swept to the side and resting on the bed, her fingers tangled into the bed sheet—it all gave him a visual he’d never forget.

After a hard thrust, he dropped his knees between her legs and nudged hers open. She obliged him instantly and spread herself wide. He grasped on to her hip, angling her up, but continued to restrain her to the bed with his palm pressed against her back.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “You want to be fucked hard, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she screamed. “Oh God. Go harder.”

With a grunt, he pounded into that pussy how he’d wanted to from the second he saw her. Was he punishing her for all the teasing she’d done to him? Damn straight, and she could take it.

In fact, the way her cunt strangled him, he suspected she needed this as much as he did. Gripping that round hip in his hand, her ass jiggled, which made his balls draw up and he worked harder to reach his end, issuing punishing thrusts.

He gazed over her sensual body, the sweat coating her skin and the lovely curves. “Christ, you’re beautiful, Brooke.”